Knot Their Omega (The Omega Rebellion Movement #1)

1. Knot Worthy Of Anyone

Knot Worthy Of Anyone

~ASTRAEA~

“ L ook at Miss Lyricist, writing up the next big hit that’s going to be fought over by at least ten musicians and their cocky ass agents.” I have to fight off a smirk. “Begging to be the grand winner of Blair Vesper’s masterpieces!”

I’m already rolling my eyes.

“You make thousands for each lyrical piece you write, yet you can’t reply to yet another invitation to an Omega Singles Meet ordered by the GOVERNMENT, Rae! Do I need to spell the word out for you?”

“I know how to spell?—”

“G.O.V.E.R.N.M.E.N.T!” Today is the day I can confidently conclude my best friend has lost her fucking marbles with me. “They’ll throw you in jail at this point!”

“That’s against my rights,” I grumble.

“The SOCIETY doesn’t give hoots about Omegas rights, Astraea!”

“Ugh!” I pause my penmanship as the words that were floating in my mind seem to poof like my motivation to finish this song. “Fuck! It’s gone!”

“What’s gone?”

“The lyric!” I try not to give in to the urge to crumble the entire page up and throw it into the pink garbage can at the end of my bed that’s already overflowing with crumpled balls. By the time I’m glaring at my 5’2” best friend, she’s lifting her hands in complete surrender.

“Alright. Spare me from your wrath. I can’t handle you when you get all bitchy.”

“So it’s okay for you, Miss ‘I Abandoned My Arranged Marriage’ with your cocky husband and group of rich company owners to be a rebel like your dearest best friend…” I pause to clear my throat. “Aka Moi, to live your aspired ‘Bookstagram Influencer Era’ falling in love with fictional men. Yet, I can’t continue writing songs as a side hustle that keeps us off the streets?”

My summary makes her cringe at the reminder as I add the topping to this very stale cake.

“Because SOMEONE assumed her black AMEX was going to work after ditching her hubby and pack at the altar.”

“It’s not like I assumed it would work,” she begins and runs her hand through her extremely long, curly black locks. “I only miscalculated how fast my family would cut me off for pulling such a heinous stunt. Then again, they were also fasting all morning, so I’m going to assume they were hangry when I ran for the hills in my Swarovski crystal Saree!”

When she realizes I’m not going to be swooned out of pity, she crosses her arms over her chest and pouts.

“Alright. I didn’t have a game plan when I did that, so thank you to my loving best friend of ten years for writing passionate songs for desperate musicians and keeping a roof over our heads.”

“Woof!”

We look down at the two pomskies sitting at our feet with their panting expressions of happiness.

“And somehow convincing the manager of this Omega haven to allow us to keep our pomskies!” She drops to the floor and gives them all the hugs and kisses.

It only takes a few pets and smothering hugs for the duo to be shaking out their fur and running away to play with my stack of wasted paper in the corner.

With a sigh, I give up being mad because my bestie is right.

I can’t run from this shit forever. No matter how rebellious I am.

“I know you have a point, Karma,” I mutter and take my turn running my hands through my silver locks. “But…”

Where do I even begin with a messed-up past like mine?

“Hey.” I don’t realize she’s hovering over me with a saddened expression until her small, delicate hands are pressing into my cheeks. “Why don’t we ask Velvet if there’s any way of delaying this thing? I mean, I know we’re of age now that we’re nineteen, but these events mostly have much older men. Like over twenty-five. We could ask if there’s a way to be offered a different way of meeting some younger packs?”

She doesn’t sound hopeful at all, but it’s the effort I admire the most.

“Yeah. Why don’t we ask her tomorrow? I’m going to go super early to the gym so I can avoid the Alpha traffic of hell. Don’t want to go into Heat in that crowded manhole.”

The level of ick in Kamari’s expression is enough to make me laugh.

“C’mon, Karma. With that look, I’d assume you’re a lesbian at this point.”

“Nothing wrong with bending both ways, but I do not want to be anywhere near a football field full of sweaty, self-centered, muscular gods who love looking at themselves in the mirror more than being a decent fucking man in our female-deprived society.”

“Omega-deprived society more like it,” I mutter in agreement. “And Knox’s gym is not as big as a football field. It’s average.”

“Average, coming from one of the ‘soon-to-be’ youngest millionaire Omegas, proves I need to further raise my standards in life.” She shakes her head in dismay. “At this point, a normal pack won’t do for you.”

She claps her hands and skips to her bed. I don’t need to watch her to know where she’s going with her next statement.

“Kamar—”

“Mafia Heir. Twenty-five? Hmm. That’s even ground. A safe age gap. Can’t be a cocky bastard, but he sometimes has to remind himself and everyone around him that he can ruin everyone’s lives in a heartbeat.”

“Here we go,” I groan and proceed to get up.

“Where are you going?” She’s pouting while poking at her Kindle. “Ah! Stupid update. I need to show you this quote that would emphasize where I’m going with this.”

“I’m going to shower for my own sanity,” I declare. “I also have to do laundry. Scent-blocking panties are getting fucking expensive out here. I had to get rid of my last five pairs.”

The exaggerated gasp encourages me to look back at my horrified friend.

“F-F-F-FIVE?!” She uses her fingers as though she’s counting the death toll after a killing spree. “How much is that going to cost you?”

“When I checked yesterday’s rate, a whopping five stacks.”

I’m once again reminded why Kamari Ahvi is my best friend for life.

Despite being born into one of the wealthiest families in India and migrating to America due to the booming growth in her family’s multiple businesses, Karma still carries an appreciation and respect for money.

Every single dollar.

“Who was the culprit?”

She’s ready to kill for me.

Until I point to the evil duo.

As if sensing my accusing finger, they pause in their mischief quest to tear every ball of paper into tiny shreds, only to come racing toward me.

“Ugh, no!” I can’t even move before I’m tackled by the duo. “Blaze and Ember! Have mercy on me!”

“Woof! Woof!” I’m giggling by the time they give up on trying to give me all the licks and nudges. Running away to cause trouble elsewhere, I see Kamari’s loving smile.

“What?” I ask, noticing her quietness.

“There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t thank my goddess for providing me this opportunity to start anew,” she whispers and doesn’t hide this reflection of vulnerability she only portrays with me. “Without you… after that day… I really didn’t envision a future. The rejected Omega who dares disgrace her family.” She smiles, but it’s nowhere near gleeful.

“Society says being an Omega should be deemed a blessing. A privilege. A gift bestowed on us females that accents various qualities and attributes only we can grace to chosen men worthy of our presence.” Her words are woven so brilliantly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d believe the painted beauty in being such a rare attribute in our world. “So, why do so many of us think of it as nothing but a curse?”

I wish I could answer her, but I can’t. I’ve yet to discover my own answer to the lengthy list of questions I’ve asked for as long as I can remember.

“We can’t run away from destiny forever,” she whispers, more to herself. “Even if it’s so easy to act blind when the signs are everywhere.” She grips her Kindle to her chest and tries to hide the mask of hurt in her expression.

Even if it’s been six months, Kamari is still hurting from that day…

“If Velvet suggests you start attending these meets… do it,” she encourages, despite how she grips her Kindle with a slight tremble in her hand. “But Astraea?”

“Yes, Kamari?” I only use her full name to emphasize that I’m soaking in any word of advice she wishes to grace me with.

She may be eighteen now, but her life experiences seem far worse than mine.

“Whatever pack you end up choosing… make sure there’s a spark. For once in your life, you can envision what it would be like to love them. To be their Omega.”

Our intense stare makes my heart gallop in nervousness. I can see how her unique green-golden eyes twinkle with so many emotions.

“If it’s just a transaction in their eyes, walk away. They’re not worthy of you.”

She heads to the door but stops when she wraps her hand around the doorknob.

“Don’t let them steal that beautiful spark of yours. If you lose that… it’s even harder to rekindle it back to its burning glory.”

She leaves me with those powerful words, and all I can do is look down at the page I was writing earlier.

“Knot Worthy of Anyone…” I whisper and already know how I can embed these emotions into a song that can hit an audience overlooked in our fucked society.

Our world where Omegas are nothing but a transaction.