Oli
PACK EM UP GOSSIP COLUMN
OLI HART’S NEW WARDROBE SHOWS OFF BOND MARKS IN PARIS
July 11th
T he final chord shivers through the arena, vibrating off my skin like a second heartbeat. I’m buzzing, alive with the roar of the crowd in Paris that’s still chanting my name as I stumble, slightly breathless, offstage.
“! That was electric!” Jack’s voice is the first to pierce through the residual noise in my ears. His tall frame appears before me with that signature mischievous smirk on his lips. His piercing blue eyes seem to dance with the same fervor as the fans out there. He reaches out and runs his thumb over his mark on my neck.
I had wardrobe change my outfit to show off each of their marks, something they’re a little obsessed with.
“This was our best show yet,” Dax chimes in, his gruff tone not quite masking the pride that seeps through. He stands back a little, arms crossed over his chest, the bass still in his grasp like he’s ready to go another round. But those intense hazel eyes are all softness when they meet mine, and for a moment, I feel the warmth of his approval more intensely than the stage lights.
“Seriously, , you’re on fire.” Chase’s sandy hair is tousled, a sheen of sweat on his brow from where he’s been drumming up a storm. He steps closer, the familiar scent of caramel popcorn mixing with the adrenaline in the air. A flirtatious glint sparkles in his green eyes, the kind that used to promise trouble but now whispers secrets only we know.
“Amazing performance,” Aiden adds quietly from behind them, his gentle smile reaching his soft brown eyes. He hangs back, the quiet observer, but his words carry just as much weight, grounding me.
I can feel all their pride bursting from our bonds, and I send mine back to them. We killed it out there. Being a pack has just made us an even better band.
“Thanks, guys,” I reply, my own voice a mix of fatigue and elation. My pack—my alphas—are here, their energy mingling with the aftermath of the show, creating a buzz that’s uniquely ours. I reach out, my fingers brushing each of theirs, a silent thank you. They understand, they always do.
“Come here.” Jack pulls me into a hug that lifts me off my feet, spinning me around until I’m dizzy with laughter. “You’re a rockstar, Hart.”
Dax’s hand finds my back, steadying me even as I’m set down. “She’s our rockstar,” he corrects, and it’s said with a grumbling affection that has my heart skipping a beat.
“And our perfect omega,” Chase announces, and before I can protest, I’m engulfed in a tangle of limbs, scents, and the shared sweat of a performance well played. Aiden’s arms sneak around us all, somehow making the chaos feel like home.
“Okay, okay,” I gasp, playfully pushing them away while secretly relishing their closeness. “Let’s not get too carried away. Didn’t you four say we have somewhere to be after the show?”
“We did, so let’s go out the back of the venue,” Aiden’s quiet voice holds a hint of amusement.
“Lead the way,” Dax says, a grin breaking through his stoic facade, which has been happening more and more.
“Following you is our favorite pastime,” Jack quips, winking at me.
“Especially when the view’s this good,” Chase adds, earning him a light slap on the arm from me, though I can’t hide my smile.
We arrive at a car waiting for us, with a member of our security team driving and another in the passenger seat. The car seats seven, so it’s a tight squeeze, but I’m glad to have them all with me.
The drive is a blur of anticipation, city lights streaking past the tinted windows like shooting stars. When the car finally pulls to a stop, I’m practically bouncing in my seat. We spill out onto the pavement, and that’s when I see it—rising up like a beacon in the night, the Eiffel Tower bathes us in its golden glow.
“Wow,” I breathe, stepping forward as if in a trance. The four alphas are close behind, their presence comforting.
“Surprised?” Aiden asks, his tone soft but laced with excitement.
“Blown away,” I admit, gazing up at the towering structure. It’s not my first time seeing the Eiffel Tower, but tonight, with these men by my side, it feels different. Magical. Like the entire universe has conspired to celebrate this moment with us.
“Let’s get closer,” Chase suggests, slipping his hand into mine and gently tugging me toward the beautiful structure. The grass is dewy underfoot, and the air is crisp and alive with the buzz of Paris nightlife.
Jack chuckles, looping his arm around my waist. His touch sends a shiver through me, though whether from the night air or his proximity, I can’t tell.
The romantic atmosphere, the iconic landmark, and the four incredible alphas who have become my world combine to create a moment so perfect that I wish I could bottle it up and keep it forever.
Aiden’s hand squeezes mine, and his voice draws me back from the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. “,” he says, and there’s a depth in his eyes that feels like an anchor in the glittering sea of Paris. “You light up every stage you step on, but tonight, you outshone every star in the sky.”
I laugh, a little breathless, because Aiden’s always been the poet among us, weaving words into compliments that make me feel invincible. “You’re going to make me blush harder than I do under the stage lights,” I tease, but my heart is doing somersaults.
Chase grins and nudges Aiden playfully out of the way. “Not to interrupt this beautiful moment, but I think it’s my turn to adore our omega.” He cups my cheek, and his thumb brushes the skin just beneath my eye. “You’re the rhythm to our melody, . Without you, we’d just be noise.”
“Chase, stop,” I giggle, swatting his hand away but secretly loving the way his words send warm waves cascading through me.
“Never,” Jack interjects with a smirk, stepping closer until his breath tickles my ear. “Because if Chase is the rhythm and Aiden’s the poetry, then I’m the heat that keeps you coming back for more.” His lips graze my neck, igniting a spark that races to my core.
“Jack!” I protest, mock scandalized, but there’s no denying the rush of excitement his flirtation stirs within me.
Dax clears his throat, and we all turn to him, his presence commanding even in the softness of the night. “And I,” he begins, his voice steady and sure, “am the one who has seen you at your highs and your lows, and I am here to tell you, Hart, that you are extraordinary in every single one of those moments.”
Tears prick my eyes at Dax’s declaration, each word wrapping around me like the strongest arms. “You guys are too much,” I manage to say, my voice thick with emotion. “How did I get so lucky to have alphas like you?”
“Because the universe knew what it was doing,” Aiden replies, his gaze tender.
“Because we’re drawn to your light,” Chase adds, his smile warm and unwavering.
“Because you’re irresistible,” Jack winks, and the laughter that bubbles up inside me feels like a release.
“Because you’re ours, ,” Dax finishes, and the simplicity of his statement is more powerful than any grand gesture.
My heart swells, almost painfully so, filled to bursting with happiness and gratitude. Surrounded by these incredible men, each so different yet so perfectly attuned to me, a sense of fulfillment overcomes me. There’s no place I’d rather be than right here, basking in the love we share, feeling utterly content.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the hum of Paris below us. “For everything.”
“Always, ,” they say in unison, and the resonance of their voices is the sweetest symphony, promising adventures and melodies yet to come.
We sit in front of the Eiffel Tower, watching the light show while each of my alphas takes turns holding me.
Their warmth, scents, and touches end up working me up so much that I’m squirming in Dax’s lap.
“Maybe we should move onto phase two,” Dax suggests, kissing down my neck.
“What’s phase two?” I ask, hoping it is something that will handle this surge of need that has settled in my core.
“You’ll see,” Jack promises, picking me up and carrying me back to the car.
Laughter echoes down the opulent hotel corridor, mingling with the click-clack of my heeled boots. We’re a tangle of shared glances and barely-contained excitement, and each step closer to our room makes my heart beat a playful rhythm.
“Come on, , don’t you want to know what’s waiting for you?” Dax teases, his voice a low hum that entrances me.
“Is it chocolate? Because you guys know how I feel about sugar,” I reply, trying to keep my tone light, but curiosity is clawing at me, fierce and relentless.
“Better than sugar,” Jack assures, that mischievous grin plastered on his face, one that tells me he’s holding back a secret so good it’s killing him not to spill it.
Chase chuckles, throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “Patience, little rose, all good things to those who wait.”
Aiden’s hand brushes against mine, a silent message of anticipation that sets my nerves alight. The keycard beeps, the door swings open, and we spill into the suite, a flood of warmth and anticipation.
“Okay, spill it. What’s—”
“Wait,” they chorus, and Aiden guides me by the shoulders, steering me toward the window.
The Eiffel Tower looms outside, a lattice of golden lights against the deep indigo sky, its beauty almost ethereal. It’s magical, like something plucked straight from a dream. The soft glow bathes the room in a romantic haze, casting long shadows and painting us all in an amber hue.
“Wow,” I breathe out, pressing my palms against the cool glass, the city sprawling before me like a promise.
“Paris is beautiful at night, isn’t it?” Chase murmurs, his breath warm on my neck as he steps up behind me, and I can only nod, lost in the view, in this moment.
“Nothing compares to you, though,” Aiden adds softly, and my chest tightens because how does he always manage to say the perfect thing?
“Are you guys trying to make me cry again?” My voice quivers, laughter mixing with the overwhelming rush of emotion.
“Never,” Jack says, “We just want to show you how much you light up our lives.”
Their closeness is tangible, a living thing that wraps around me, soothing yet electric.
The moment Chase’s lips brush against the sensitive skin of my collarbone, a shiver races down my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hands roam with purpose over my waist, drawing me closer against his solid chest. “You were a vision on stage tonight,” he whispers, and I can hear the truth in his voice, feel it in the reverent way he touches me.
“Chase,” I sigh, tilting my head to allow him better access, my eyes fluttering shut. The warmth from his body is a stark contrast to the cool window in front of me.
“Let us take care of you, ,” Aiden murmurs as he steps into my line of sight, his gentle gaze locking onto mine. There’s something so earnest, so raw in his eyes, and it tugs at something deep within me.
“We wanted to have you at the Eiffel Tower, but we weren’t going to let the world see our omega like that, so this was the next best thing,” Jack confesses.
“Please,” I manage to get out, feeling slightly breathless, caught between these pillars of strength and affection. That’s all the invitation they need.
Dax’s touch is like fire, igniting sparks wherever his fingers trace along my arms before he gently clasps my hands in his own. He guides my arms around his neck. And then, his mouth is on mine, a kiss so full of passion it steals my breath away. It’s deep and consuming, and everything else fades away—there’s only this, only us.
“You deserve the best, our perfect omega,” Jack murmurs against my ear, pulling back just enough for me to catch my breath but not enough to break the magnetic pull between us. His thumb caresses my jawline, and I lean into his touch like a flower seeking the sun.
My heart feels like it’s about to burst from the sheer intensity of their love. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, and I’m dizzy with it. Chase’s hand slides under the hem of my shirt, his fingertips dancing across my skin and sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. Aiden presses kisses along my temple, each a pledge and promise.
“I—” Words fail me as Dax captures my lips once more, silencing any attempt at speech. It’s an exquisite blur of sensation and emotion, and I’m lost in the storm of their affections.
“Let it go, ,” Jack’s voice is soft yet commanding, and I do. I let go of everything except the here and now, the press of hard bodies against mine, the cacophony of heartbeats syncing with my own.
Each of them holds a piece of me, pieces I’ve given freely because I trust them implicitly.