Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
INSIDER SOURCES SAY OLI HART STARTED HER HEAT AT FESTIVAL IN MIAMI - IS IT ACCEPTABLE FOR OMEGAS TO CANCEL SHOWS?
June 19th
I step into the spotlight, and Miami’s night sky stretches out above me—a dark canvas speckled with stars that can’t compete with the sea of neon below. The air buzzes with anticipation, thick with the aroma of excitement.
“Are you ready to rock, Miami?” Jack shouts, and they cheer in response.
My rose gold hair whips around my face, catching the glow of the stage lights as I strut closer to the edge.
I let my gaze sweep across the sea of faces. Each one lit up with that delicious expectation I’ve come to crave. They’re hungry for the music and the beat, and I’m here to serve them the night of their lives.
As I’m scanning, my eyes catch on Daniel. Standing off to the side, almost blending into the shadows, but not quite enough for me to miss him. The guys told me what he said earlier.
A familiar tug of emotional turmoil tries to claw its way up my throat, reminding me of old wounds and whispered promises in the dark. It’s a reflex, really. But then something shifts inside me, something bright and fierce. I have four alphas who love me, and I love them. The pain Daniel has caused me isn’t worth remembering.
Taking a deep breath, the lingering scent of freedom mixed with sweat and sweet summer air, I let it out slowly. As I exhale, any last trace of Daniel’s hold on me evaporates into the night’s warmth. All I feel when I see him is indifference.
I can’t do it tonight when I’m lip-syncing, but going forward, the lyrics of those love songs will change just enough that it’s clear they’re no longer for him.
My fingers brush the mic stand, the cool metal grounding me as I lean in. I am ready to pour my soul into the night with everything but my voice. The crowd is a sea of eager faces.
We make it through most of our set, but the rhythm changes when I’m about to ‘sing’ the next song.
Jack, Dax, Aiden, and Chase don’t play the right song, but the four of them are in sync without me.
I’m momentarily stunned, caught between annoyance and curiosity. What are they doing?
“Change of plans, Miami!” Jack’s voice booms over the speakers, and I squint against the spotlight to see his arms spread wide as if embracing the crowd. “How do you feel about a change-up?”
The festival air crackles with anticipation; the audience roars their approval, thunderous applause vibrating through my boots’ soles. My heart races—what is he doing?
“Your energy is electric!” he continues, feeding off the crowd’s fervor. “And hey, if it’s cool with our omega extraordinaire, let’s shake things up!” His gaze finds mine, that impish charm in full swing. I’m clueless but game, tossing him a playful shrug.
I can feel Chase’s anticipation through our bond, and I know all my guys are in on this.
Just as the applause dies down, Dax steps into the light, and the night shifts. Where Jack is all spark and sizzle, Dax is midnight calm, a deep ocean of sincerity. The smile he usually reserves for quiet moments backstage now graces the sea of faces before us.
“Tonight,” Dax’s low thrum resonates deeper than usual. “We’ve got something special. A new song, fresh out of the heart—and it’s dedicated to someone who’s changed our lives.”
The cheers are immediate, but Dax raises a hand, asking for silence more effectively than any shushing could. The intensity in those hazel eyes is naked and unguarded, a side of him rarely seen by anyone but me.
“,” he says, and it’s like he’s speaking directly to me, not the mass of people hanging onto his every word. “This one’s for you.”
I’m frozen, a statue with a rapidly beating heart. Dax, the man who once resisted my presence like it was an unwanted melody, is now here, under the blinding stage lights, laying bare a vulnerability that’s as beautiful as unexpected. The crowd senses the moment’s gravity and quiets down, ready to witness something truly intimate.
The first guitar strum makes me shudder, slicing through the thick air of anticipation. The alphas huddle around their instruments, a silent pact between them as they begin to play the new song. My heart’s drumming in sync with the beat, and confusion flutters in my belly like a caged bird. What is this?
When did they have time to practice this without me?
I stand there, the mic still gripped in my hand, as Dax’s voice breaks through the vibrant hum of the festival. It’s raw, laden with an emotion I’ve only seen glimpses of in quiet, unguarded moments between us. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, and it’s as if he’s reaching inside my chest, pulling at strings I didn’t know existed.
This is about us—about our stormy start, the resistance, and the tension that somehow entwined our fates. A sense of awe washes over me, drowning out the initial confusion. This is an apology, a confession, and a declaration, all woven into melody and verse.
Dax’s fingers move deftly on his bass, each note pulsating through the crowd, wrapping around us like a warm embrace. He’s always been the grumpy alpha with walls so high they could put skyscrapers to shame. But here he stands before everyone—his walls crumbling down, his voice spilling secrets and longing into the night air.
The vulnerability in his voice makes my own heart feel like it’s swelling, ready to burst from my chest. How did this grumpy, stubborn man with a soul wrapped in barbed wire write this for me?
Every syllable resonates in the space between us, an invisible thread drawing me closer to him, to the essence of who he is. The themes of regret, forgiveness, and love aren’t just lyrics—they’re our story. His admission wraps around us both, tangling us.
The fans use their phones to light up the crowd like a thousand stars.
“Your smile, my dawn, you’re my new day. With you, I lose the grey,” Dax sings.
I can hardly breathe. The crowd fades away, and it’s just Dax and me, alone in a universe where music is the only language we need. He’s not just singing; he’s baring his soul on this stage, offering up his redemption in front of thousands. And damn if it isn’t the most romantic gesture I’ve ever experienced.
My heart swells, threatening to burst from my chest, love and appreciation for him—for all my alphas—mutating into something monumental, something fierce enough to roar over this festival’s noise.
“Through night, through day, we’ll find a way. With you, I’m here to stay.”
As the final chord strums its goodbye, a silence thick with emotion hovers for a heartbeat before the crowd erupts. Applause thunders, cheers soar, and there is a cacophony of adoration.
I stand there, awash in the glow of a thousand lights, anchored only by the intensity in Dax’s eyes.
I step forward, the stage beneath my boots solid and real—the only thing grounding me to this earth-shattering moment. I go to Dax’s mic, trying to look like I want to be close to him, but really, my microphone is off.
The guys have been handling all the talking for me, but I feel healed enough to say something.
“Hey, Miami!” My voice crackles through the speakers, sounding surprisingly calm despite the thunderous beat of my heart. “You guys mind if I say something real quick?” There’s a collective inhale from the crowd, and I swear you could hear a guitar pick drop.
“Tonight,” I start, the words tumbling out with an unscripted urgency, “tonight, I’ve felt love. Not just any love, but the kind that comes screaming down from the cosmos, crashing into you like a meteor shower.” I laugh, breathless, buoyed by their rapt attention. “And it wasn’t just because of the music or this insane energy y’all are giving us…”
I turn, sweeping my gaze over the sea of faces, each one lit up with expectation. It’s now or never. I let my eyes flit to where my alphas stand—a constellation of support—and that’s all it takes. “It’s because of them,” I say, pointing back at the band, my voice thick with emotion. “My alphas.”
A cheer cuts through the night, fierce and validating.
“They’re my melody, harmony, and rhythm section.” My laughter is shaky now, joy mingling with nerves as I bare my truth. “They’ve got my back through every high note and every off-key moment. And I…” I swallow hard, the next words feeling as significant as a vow. “I freaking love them.”
The cheer that follows isn’t just loud; it’s monumental, a roar of approval that wraps around us like an embrace. “We love you, !” someone shouts, and the sentiment is echoed, repeated, and amplified by thousands.
“Thank you,” I murmur, almost to myself. “For everything.”
Hearts aren’t meant to hold this much happiness, but somehow, mine’s managing. And as we bask in the glow of this shared moment, I know deep down that this—us, the music, the love—is just the beginning.
The alphas’ reactions are a symphony of emotion playing across their faces as they absorb the love pouring from the crowd. Jack’s eyes light up, mischief giving way to something softer, more tender. He winks at me, his grin saying he loves me back.
Dax’s hand finds mine, squeezing lightly, grounding me as the festival’s energy threatens to sweep me off my feet.
Aiden waves, and Chase sends love to strengthen our bond. I know I’m the luckiest omega in the world.
We dive back into our set, the music a living entity that wraps around us, enfolding us in its rhythm. The crowd’s energy is electric, and I ride the wave of their cheers, letting it fuel each move I make. My alphas are with me, note for note, beat for beat, a seamless union of sound and soul.
Mid-chorus, my gaze drifts offstage, where Daniel once stood—a shadow from my past now faded into the night. There’s no sting, no ache, just an indifferent void where his memory used to linger.
I only have room for my alpha’s love now.