14. An Unexpected Convenience
An Unexpected Convenience
~KAISER~
“ W ho the FUCK made my tour bus smell like a fucking bakery?!” I’m not surprised by the familiar growl of annoyance at eight in the morning, but I’m left confused by their current response to this aroma. “Fucking hell. It’s gonna take days to get this stench out!”
I wouldn’t label it a ‘stench.’
Truthfully, it’s the best-smelling scent I’ve had the privilege of inhaling in all my life.
All I can envision is fresh vanilla cupcakes being pulled out of the oven, drizzled with caramel and frosting that makes my mouth water. There’s even a pinch of brown sugar and almonds.
Yes, the scent is overwhelming, but it’s not unbearable. Far from it.
You also can’t deny the scent of an Alpha and that sweaty scent of sex lingering in the atmosphere. I’m used to those aromas, especially on this tour bus, but compared to the usual nonchalant feeling I get with this recognition, this time around leaves me feeling left out.
Odd. Why would I feel left out for not fucking a groupie?
If Nathaniel is making a fuss now, it means he wasn’t doing the fucking.
That means it was Icarus.
Like a lightbulb turning on in realization, I get why this man is screaming at the top of his lungs so early in the day. It could explain why Nate is losing his shit because he thinks he lost out on a good Omega groupie to fuck and fix his ongoing rut issues.
If he took finding us an Omega as seriously as he does his career, maybe we would already have an Omega in our midst, loving and building a deep connection with.
Wishful thinking when you’re best friends with a control freak, short-tempered, egoistic jackass who enjoys belittling Omegas to feed his broken con fidence.
Nate and I don’t get along as we should for pack mates, but I accepted that shit a long time ago. We co-exist for the sake of the pack. I support him only because Kenji sees whatever vision this fucker hopes to achieve with the band.
A band he barely tries to bring together to create the music he wants to go viral and hit big in this competitive industry.
Icarus surely only puts up with it because he is Nate’s Talent Manager. I would also admit Icarus cares enough about Nate to continuously try to steer him away from his self-destructive tendencies, but that’s what best friends do.
I, for one, just put up with it because we have no choice but to be “good” friends.
My definition of that meaning that if shit hits the fan, I’ll help Nate. Even if he’s the stupid idiot who started the madness. Heck, I’d even take a bullet for him if it meant I’d live to use it against him for the rest of his existence.
Other than that, I’m not the type of best friend who supports this foolishness. It’s exactly why I remain quiet for everyone’s convenience.
Including myself.
With a slight pout on my lips, I follow Kenji, walking up the tour bus stairs, the two of us making a silent entry as the sweet, wonderful scent continues to engulf us.
I’m fighting hard not to growl in excitement, the Alpha part of me reeling at the idea of an Omega being present and ready for us. It’s wishful thinking. We’ve never gotten an Omega to last five minutes in our pack’s presence before she’s quivering in dismay and tearful.
Or running for the hills after Nate’s made it his fucking mission to tear her to shreds with his judgmental commentary. Like how last time he called the Omega fat to see how she’d react.
Utter stupidity, but Nate wanted to test her confidence.
Make it make sense.
Before we know it, another Omega is out of sight, crying about how mean we are, despite the three of us never getting many words out compared to our cranky “leader on paper.”
He’s the one trying to induce migraines on this fine morning with his speakerphone yelling.
The worst part of all of this is the fact word spreads fast. Soon enough, everyone will be talking about Nate, the famous lead singer of the new rockstar band that keeps changing their name because they’re not ‘satisfied’ with it yet.
Even I don’t recall what their current trending name is, but if it changes one more time, people are going to believe this is some sort of publicity stunt.
“Should I even ask?” Kenji begins as we enter the hallway before the lavish bedroom, which is Nate’s sacred space. Truthfully, he doesn’t do much action in there, but on occasion, he fucks an Omega in there if he’s drunk or high enough.
Aside from that, Nate doesn’t like bringing anyone into his “oasis.”
But Icarus, on the other hand…
“No, you fucking shouldn’t!” Nate snaps, spinning around to glare our way.
I’m not the only one taken aback by his enraged expression. Kenji is wide-eyed and holding back whatever commentary is about to leave his lips. I don’t realize I’m holding Kenji’s shoulder to stop him from taking a step forward, but I’m not going to wait for him to ask why the fuck this douche is putting his anger on us.
“Chill the fuck down, or we’re leaving,” I get to the point.
That’s how you have to be when Nate is in the room. Direct, like an army sergeant, or else he sees how much he can push you to the edge until you snap and leave everything in shambles.
“Chill the fuck down?” he roars at me with narrowed eyes. Something really pissed him off for him to deliberately feel threatened by my rather ‘calmly toned’ words. “MY TOUR is about to be fucking canceled, and I should CHILL THE FUCK DOWN?!”
“Our tour,” Kenji corrects casually, which only rewards him a stare from me and a glare from Nate. He doesn’t seem threatened by Nate’s anger tangent as he shrugs to emphasize the truth further. “Am I lying? Or did we all forget I’m the drummer of the group?”
“I’ve forgotten what the name of your group is,” I mutter specifically to Kenji because I don’t entertain people who are acting like a child.
Nate is being a childish prick right now.
“Uh…” Kenji cringes as he gives a cute, nervous smirk that makes me want to smile in return. I fight the urge. “I actually don’t fucking remember.”
“You got to be fucking kidding me!” Nate snaps and points our way. “We discussed this last week!”
“Do you even remember the name?” I bark, leaving him in a moment of furious stillness as he realizes one obvious thing. He doesn’t fucking remember either. I’m not surprised. “That’s what I thought.”
“Where’s Icarus!” Nate demands.
“Came here to ask you that,” Kenji notes with another shrug. “His scent is still here, so he had to be here.”
“Yeah! Fucking some random bitch in MY tour bus!”
“Ours,” Kenji corrects and further smiles when Nate glares back in defiance. “You can keep saying everything is yours, and I’ll just remind you it’s ours, so keep getting mad.”
Kenji is kind and accepting, like Icarus, but there’s only so much you can do before he draws the line. Everyone doesn’t take him seriously, acting as if he’s a psychotic idiot who doesn’t know what he’s doing in life.
It pisses me the fuck off when they do that.
Kenji is a fucking mastermind, and all because of a few mental breakdowns in the past, he’s labeled as a cynical fucker who hits drums with wooden sticks for fun to appease the “voices” in his mind. Sure, some of it is true, but labeling him mentally insane and incapable always grinds my gears.
One mistake shouldn’t deem you useless in our world.
Yet, that’s the reality.
“What’s the big deal?” I ask. This isn’t the first time Icarus has fucked someone on the tour bus. “You gave him permission to use the tour bus if he needs to. As long as you’re not fucking in it, there shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Well, I’m fucking in it NOW!” Nate screams as he puts his hands in the air. “And it REEKS! This sweet, disgusting scent is riddled through this place. It’s going to take days to air this shit out! How am I supposed to work in these conditions?!”
There’s just something about him insulting this amazing scent that grinds my gears.
Enough to make me an antsy prick.
“Well, if the tour is canceled, you won’t have to worry about that, now will you?” I mutter under my breath, though it’s loud and clear because Nate is gawking at me.
Kenji, on the other hand, bursts into laughter.
“Good one!” he praises me before he looks at Nate’s baffled expression. “What? Too stunned to speak when people give you back the same energy you’re giving them? Well, minus the yelling. No one has time to be screaming up a storm at eight a.m. before breakfast. Don’t need to work up an appetite.”
“You two don’t give a SHIT about the fact my dreams are falling apart because of these stupid Omegas trying to take power over us Alphas!”
“That’s probably not the case,” Kenji notes. “But then again, I wouldn’t even blame them. Most Alphas treat Omegas like shit. How many times have you made an Omega race out of here crying after you’ve used them as a sex toy all night and get mad that your rut itch is still there after banging them up for hours?”
“It’s THEIR fault for not relieving my needs!” Nate argues. “That’s their purpose! Since when have they suddenly gotten rights?”
I’m fighting hard not to roll my eyes at his utter stupidity.
Kenji frowns before he shakes his head.
“Nate, I know I’m a psychotic mess, but you’re just a blind douche if you think an Omega’s purpose is to be a sex doll for your needs, and that’s it,” he emphasizes. “Alphas are meant to have Omegas. We need them to survive and function long term. You’re just mad we’ve yet to find one because you’re a douche.”
“I’m NOT a douche!” he snaps. “And it’s not my fault all the Omegas are weak ass bitches who can’t take a few truthful words. Now, stop talking about useless shit that’s not helping me solve MY current dilemma.”
“Ours,” Kenji and I say in unison, which leaves Nate shaking in pure rage.
“Would you two?—”
The sound of the toilet flushing catches our attention, leaving us no choice but to turn our heads to the door that opens not a second later.
If that sweet, delightful scent was strong before, it flows outward like a glorious perfume, leaving me in a state of stillness as a familiar woman walks into view.
Whatever words are ready to come out of my mouth are on pause. I have no choice but to admire the beauty I saw at the Meet and Greet talking to Kenji. The girl with the lavender hair with bits of silver.
The stunning red dress. The perfect curves. The embodiment of confidence that commanded the room. The Omega who got everyone’s attention without even trying.
And here she is.
On the tour bus.
She is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sparkling headphones on her head. She has an apple pen in her hand and a familiar iPad, which I know is Icarus’ due to the silver sticker case in her grasp. She strolls over to the counter before the bedroom, only a few steps away from us, not noticing our lingering gazes.
It’s as if she’s deep in thought, and how we seem to pick up on her mumbling proves she’s in her world of creation.
“If this is the song, these lyrics don’t match at all. Why the hell would they give a happy ensemble when this song is meant to be depressing as fuck?” she says in dismay.
God. Her voice is making my cock twitch.
Just her voice.
It has a tenderness to it, yet her words emphasize a frisky nature. It’s odd to acknowledge because why should I give a fuck?
“Who the fuck made this shit? This has to be redone.” She’s shaking her head as if whatever she’s listening to is disappointing. “No wonder Icarus wants to get rid of them. Good riddance.” She’s looking at the iPad screen, skipping through the pages until she pauses to tilt her head to one side.
Just seeing the cute pout that forms on her dark, glossy purple lips from the side angle makes me want to admire her up close.
She’s a beauty at this distance, so imagine being inches from her face.
I’ve never had such a reaction to an Omega.
Women never really interested me…
Yet, I’m second-guessing things now.
“Nathaniel Morelli?”
The way Nate’s name rolls off her tongue has the man in question visibly tensing up. As if he’s in trouble. As for me, I’m fighting off a growl that threatens to rumble against my throat.
As though I’m suddenly jealous that she’s not saying my name…
“Hmmm. Who the fuck is that?”
The way my jaw drops matches Kenji’s, the two of us speechless while we watch Nate’s entire face go red.
Oh, no.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”
The poor Omega flinches at the loud noise, her head darting our way, forcing us to acknowledge her stunning cyan-blue eyes.
Wow. She’s stunning, and her scent only gets stronger by the second… fuck.
I know all of us in our pack have sweet scents because everyone likes to comment how it feels like they’ve walked into a bakery when our pack is together, but her aroma.
She’s the entire cake session, ready to leave us drooling in desire.
We watch as realization with hints of recognition glimmer in her wide eyes as she takes in our group. Her gaze lingers on Kenji the longest, the sense of familiarity blossoming in the lines of her gorgeous face.
Pulling down the headphones so they rest on her neck, her eyes return to the furious star of this tour bus.
“What did you say?” she asks for Nate to repeat as she blinks a few times. She must have realized what he said because she adds, “And who the fuck are you?”
My lips are lifting at the corners while Kenji is gawking like a stunned statue.
“W-W-Who the fuck am I?” Nate snaps and points to himself. “I’m Nathaniel Morelli!”
She stares at him for the longest ten seconds of our lives.
“Who’s that?” she genuinely asks with the cutest confused look I’ve seen on an Omega face.
That leaves poor Nate too stunned to speak, baffled by her reply. Kenji is already losing it.
“SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE?!” Kenji hollers and claps his hands. “Sweet Hummingbird! You’ve made my whole day! No, week! No, fuck it. YEAR!”
The Omega simply pouts her cute lips once more, looking at Kenji as if he can save her from her drowning confusion.
“Mr. Baek?” she questions. “Do you know this douche?”
“DOUCHE!!!!” Kenji exclaims and is laughing so hard, it’s forming tears in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sold. I don’t care who we need to fight. I like her! Kai, don’t you like her?”
Kenji looks for my approval with his excited eyes, and I can’t ignore him even if I try.
“She’s interesting,” I end up saying as I try to look “casual” in taking her in.
She’s petite compared to the rest of us. Then again, everyone in our pack is over 6’, and this stunning Omega has to be at least 5’2”.
Fucking cute…
Her hair catches my attention like it did at the meet last night. Omegas rarely dye their hair, especially in such a bold color like lavender. It’s an extremely hard color to pull off, and the only person I’ve seen manage to do a dark purple shade was Kenji last year.
The color complements her, especially with how it transitions to the silver tips. Adding the dark lip and the natural heart shape of her face, she looks like a goddess ready to descend a flight of stairs and claim her throne.
Too many fantasy books.
The black t-shirt, which is practically a dress on her, has to be Icarus’. He always wore oversized t-shirts at home, but outside, he wears those tight-fitted shirts to emphasize every line of muscle he’s gained with all his training. I swear it’s an insecurity issue after being scrawny and bullied when he was younger. Now, no one can come close unless they have a death wish.
Then again, he’s tamed himself in comparison to our teenage years, but he also has me do the dirty work if someone begins pushing his buttons.
“I’m more than interesting,” she replies to my statement, grabbing my attention as she lowers the iPad to the counter so she can give us her full attention.
Crossing her arms over her chest only makes me center my focus on her breasts as they press against the t-shirt fabric. It may be loose, but the fabric ain’t thick.
It’s thin as fuck, showing the outline of this woman’s perky breasts… down to those hard nipples.
She has a good set of breasts… not too big, but not too small.
Just right.
God, why is she nagging at all my senses? I’ve taken my shit. Is it because I didn’t let Kenji give me a mouth fucking earlier?
“But who am I going to give the pleasure of knowing who I am?” she ponders.
Her confidence is encouraging the teasing smirk to grow on my lips.
“Kai Yuzaka Yamaguchi-gumi.” My real name rolls off my tongue without me catching onto it until it’s out in the wild. The way Nate and Kenji dart their heads my way proves I just did something insane.
When was the last time I gave anyone my real identity?
My face may be a blank canvas of calm, but my insides?They’re going wild with anxiety at my obvious mistake.
“But since we’re in America, I simply go by Kaiser Alastor. Kai, for short,” I carry on as if I didn’t fuck shit up.
“Yuzaka Yamaguchi-gumi,” she says rather fluently, clearly thinking about it for a long fifteen seconds. I’m expecting her to begin asking me twenty-one questions, but her gaze softens while her eyes beam with acceptance. “The history is mesmerizing to read about. I’m a bit of a culture nerd, so I know quite a bit of Japanese culture and traditions,” she confesses.
I’m still waiting for her to emphasize how dangerous I must be, being a direct descendant of a Yakuza, but her welcoming smile only grows.
“Astraea. I’m not from a famous or badass family line, but I do my own side hustles here and there. Particularly in the music industry, so if you heard me talking out loud, I ain’t crazy,” she announces and gives us a wink. “Well, unless you’re cool with psychotic Omegas. Our Heats are a pain in the ass to get through, so maybe we go a little crazy around that time, but other than that, I’m cool.”
“Why would you possibly go through the suffering of your Heat when you have a pack?” Nate asks like she’s an idiot. His tone gives off a demoralizing energy, which I don’t like.
“I don’t have one, stupid,” she responds right back with the same ‘use your common sense’ tone. Watching her roll her eyes only further excites me. She’s an Omega with a backbone. I like that. “Why else would I have attended the meet that YOUR pack was at? Oh, right.” She purposely pauses to tilt her head in judgment as she looks Nate up and down.
“You weren’t there.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“You weren’t present while your pack was at the government Meet and Greet. That’s rather irresponsible, especially if you’re the leader.” She shakes her head in dismay. “But I guess Icarus has to be the lead of this pack because no way would the actual lead Alpha of a pack let his fellow brothers attend something so important while he’s doing unimportant things.”
“Unimportant things?!” he yells before he takes a few steps toward her. I’m not the only one who tenses up as he gets right in her face with an accusing finger. “Fucking bitches prettier than your ugly ass are far more important than those stupid meets where all you petty, gold-digger bitches rush to attend and take advantage of us Alphas who make a damn living!”
I hold my breath as the silence within the tour bus grows far too loud.
My eyes are glued on the pair that are inches apart, and I’m just waiting to see the glassy pools of tears in this Omega’s eyes before she cries and takes her leave.
Like they all do.
Her response has to be slow enough to piss Nate further off because he just loses his shit.
“It’s you Omegas’ fault that my tour is going to be canceled! Because you weak ass bitches can’t be submissive bitches and do what you’re born to do! All you Omegas in this world are just fucking nuisances! Little ants who try to mess with the perfection of our world! We don’t need you selfish, ugly bitches. All you’re good for is to fuck and be disposed of!” He sends insult after insult, and each sentence only makes me angrier. “I’ve sacrificed YEARS for this tour. Done things no other Alpha has the balls to ensure, and now you’re here to fuck shit up! Hell no!”
He’s putting all his anger on her as if she’s the cause of his turmoil.
He points against her chest, forcing her to take a step back because the contact is with force. I have to stop Kenji from intervening with a hand grab on instinct, but even I’m struggling to contain the growl that’s threatened to escape my lips.
This is about to go too far, yet I want to know if Nate is really going to take it there on an innocent Omega.
“Knot Their Omega movement. As if you guys have autonomy. The fucking audacity of y’all! As if anyone would want to be with an Omega, especially you!” He states in pure distaste. “You’re the ugliest of them all. Blue eyes? Purple fucking hair. You’re an anomaly! What? Think you’re being some type of rebel, trying not to look like everyone else?” He laughs at his own words, as though it’s something to be proud of. “Why don’t we get to the point, so you stop wasting my valuable morning!”He points back at us, clearly aiming past us to wear the tour bus door is.
The exit.
“Get the FUCK out of my tour bus! We don’t entertain ugly cunts.”
“Nathaniel,” Kenji can’t keep silent anymore, and you can tell from his enraged expression that he’s against everything this fucker said. So am I. “You don’t even fucking know her!”
“And I don’t want to!” Nate snaps at Kenji, darting his angered fury our way. “We don’t need her. I don’t want her, and at the end of the day, I’m the leader of our pack, and what I say goes!”
“Leader, yet you skipped the Meet and Greet,” I say loud and clear, aligning my words with exactly what this Omega pointed out earlier.
Astraea, was it? Her name is like a goddess. A sun goddess. She could be a ray of sunshine in our pack if we didn’t have this gloomy asshole as our so-called ‘leader.’
“Don’t fucking piss me off, Kai.”
“And don’t think you can use that tone on me as if I won’t fuck you up for breakfast,” I snap right back.
“Are you finished?”
We look back to the Omega, Astraea, noticing she’s still standing there, arms crossed, one hip to the side, thanks to her spread-out stance. She doesn’t seem fazed at all, but this has to be an act or something because there’s no way she took all of that not to be emotionally impacted by his words.
“Wh-What?”
“I asked if you’re finished?” She repeats.
“Of course, I’m finished,” Nate huffs and points back to the exit. “Which is why you need to get the fuck out!”
“No.”
“Wh-What?” Nate gasps.
What is she doing?
I’m only quiet because I want to see where this is going. Whatever this is.
“I’m not leaving,” she concludes as she grabs the iPad from the counter. She looks at the time on the screen, nodding more to herself before giving Nate her full attention. Still no tears. “I have five minutes, so let me make this quick.”
“Five minutes?” Nate is absolutely flabbergasted. Just like us. “I told you to get the fuck ou?—”
“Have you never had an intelligent conversation without screaming your lungs out?” She tosses back at him. “In fact, is that all you do? Scream, shout, and throw all your anger at innocent strangers who don’t even know who the fuck you are? Surely, you can’t possibly act like this in public because, as an apparent musician, you wouldn’t have fans if you acted this atrocious in public.”
“A-Atrocious?!” He states with a furious gaze.
“Yes. Is that vocabulary difficult? I can tone it down to child level, seeing as you’ve acted exactly that for the entire duration of getting to know who Nathaniel Morelli is. A screaming, short-tempered prick of an Alpha who prioritizes pussy over his pack because his priorities center around fucking whores who see him as a cash grab rather than an individual potentially crying out for help and stability but is too insecure and up in his feels to dare attempt to do something as hard as confronting your internal battles like a true man would,” she summarizes all in one breath. She takes another and lets it out slower.
Then she’s right in his face, pointing a finger into his chest.
I’ve never seen a switch-up in power dynamics, but something has just gone off in this Omega, and it’s mesmerizing to witness firsthand.
“I am not ugly. If I don’t fit your standards of beauty, you can go fuck yourself and not try to diminish my value all because I’m not on your attractive palette, but truthfully, I doubt that’s the case because your nose has been flaring since you yelled your way into my acknowledgment and that’s usually a sign of Alphas sniffing up territory that they like. Meaning, the ‘stench’ of this tour bus isn’t as disgusting as you claim because if it was as intoxicating and suffer-inducing as you’ve enforced, you’d no longer be on it,” she summarizes swiftly. She pokes his chest again. “I’m a self-sufficient Omega who doesn’t need your money. I don’t need you at all, but because your talent manager sees whatever potential in that miserable cold heart of yours, I’ll find it in the goodness of my heart to make this instance a one-time exception.”
She pokes his chest a third time with more force, making Nate take a step back while she takes the step needed to be right up against him. The height difference means nothing at this moment because she’s captivated all of our attention.
“I’m not a cunt. I didn’t waltz onto this bus, hoping to bounce on some cock and get paid for it. Your talent manager brought me here, presuming it’s a safe space, seeing as the outside is losing its shit because of this whole new movement, which, by the way, I didn’t invent. I’m not the creator of it. I’m not a contributing member who decided, ‘Let’s give all these Alphas a taste of what Omegas deal with all the time’ by stripping away their ability to do XYZ unless they have an Omega. Maybe if you had an open mind and weren’t a self-centered prick, you’d see that this is but a taste of your own medicine, or the best way to put it is calling it ‘Karma.’”
Before Nate can open his mouth, she has his collar in her grip and pulls him down, so he has no choice but to be on the same face level as her. My jaw goes slack as I watch in amazement as this petite woman commands the fucking room.
And my beating heart that’s racing just for her.
“I don’t like you. You don’t need to like me. Just like the name of this movement, you’ll never need to worry about my existence because guess what? I’m not your Omega,” she emphasizes loud and clear before continuing. “But your talent manager cares enough about your wasteful potential to strike a deal with me. A deal that ensures your apparent tour isn’t canceled and your pack doesn’t suffer the list of consequences of not having an Omega for a minimum of three months. Icarus actually has a good set of balls and a big enough dick to be a man and not a man-child, so I’ve decided to accept his offering with a few added conditions.”
What?
“I’m not going to waste my time explaining all the mandates. You can ask him when he returns with breakfast because a starving Omega is not a happy one, and you don’t want to deal with me when I’m hangry because I’m a short-tempered bitch that bites,” she announces as a warning for ‘future reference.’ “But I’ll say this. I don’t respond to being yelled at. Raise your voice at me, and I’ll become the best mute Omega you can ask for, and I will not speak, even if you beg me to, making you look like a complete imbecile in public. Who wants to be around an Alpha who can’t get their Omega to speak words?”
When she puts it like that, she has a point. We haven’t experienced what it’s like to have an Omega, but we’ve been in plenty of instances where many packs judge how Omegas behave in public with their Alphas present.
How your Omega is presented in public is another factor that determines how you’re respected by fellow packs. Now that society is trying to favor Omegas more, this is going to be even more crucial.
“Since I’m not your Omega, you don’t need to do anything with me. Don’t need to touch, hold, or console me. You don’t need to be in the same space as me unless we’re forced to, which may happen since this tour is approaching, and it can only commence with me in the equation,” she deciphers the new reality bestowed upon us. “So, while you’re on tour, we’re gonna have to be in the same space, but I’ll be out of your way and never in your business. You want to fuck all the sexy, hot Omegas that make your winky dinky go wee-woo, go ahead! Have a blast!”
She lets go of him then, but I see how she purposely leans in, their faces just inches apart. Nate is a frozen statue with how tense his entire body is, but the bold confidence in this Omega is mesmerizing.
It’s sexy as fuck.
“I won’t stand here and be compared to a bunch of bitches who are the ones really using you for your time and money. Those girls who won’t even remember your name, and if they did, they’re probably gathering and laughing at how pathetic it must be to attend to an Alpha who’d rather fuck any Omega who moves than put in the effort to find an Omega who would only attend to him and the pack worthy of his leadership.”
When her lips curl up in satisfaction, it’s the perfect expression of victory.
She knows her worth, and she’s just made it known to us that she isn’t a walkover Omega.
“The name is Astraea. Anything else can be taken from whatever contract we end up signing to seal this in stone and show the government you have an Omega to keep your tour afloat. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend, and I don’t like being disturbed when I work, so don’t bother me.”
She spins away then, taking the three steps toward the bedroom door.
“Unless it’s for coffee,” she quickly adds. “I love sweet coffee. Anything sweet, really, but a hazelnut latte in the morning is the best.”
“Noted,” Kenji declares, and I peer over to see the look in his eyes.
I know that fucking look.
That’s the look he gives when he’s determined to get what he wants.
Fuck…
“This is my tour bus,” Nate declares, slightly quieter than his yelling fit but still louder than speaking volume. She seems to let it go because she turns back to look at him with a glimmering gaze.
“Our tour bus,” she corrects with a look that screams ‘checkmate’. “For now, Mr. Morelli. Now, if you excuse me, I can’t miss my work meeting. Enjoy breakfast without me.”
I expect her to look away and waltz into the bedroom, but she looks our way.
“Nice meeting you, Mr. Alastor and Mr. Baek. I apologize for randomly dragging you into this, but you can talk about it with Icarus and add your conditions. I’ll receive it once I’m done with work.”
“Kenji and Kai,” Kenji replies as he points to himself, then to me. “Just call us by name. No need to be so formal, especially when it seems like you’re helping us.”
He has a point.
“Cool,” she replies with a sweet smile that has my heart fluttering. “Kai,” she says first while looking my way. Waiting until I nod in response, she turns her attention over to Kenji. “And Kenji.”
“That’s me, Sweet Hummingbird.”
I see the glint in her eyes at the bestowed nickname of hers, but she turns away.
“Try to enjoy the rest of the morning. I’m sure we’re going to be busy when Icarus arrives. Talk to you later.”
With a lift of her free hand to give us a sort of backhand wave, she enters the bedroom, giving us one last sight of her. I may be hallucinating it, but seeing the slight glint of wetness trailing down her left inner leg makes my heart hammer into overdrive, while my nose takes this chance to inhale as deeply as I can, catching the hint of her slick.
She must be wearing those expensive undies that block her scent, but even they have a limit.
Just the idea of her being wet for us—wet for me—has my cock in a twitching uproar, but I’m fighting not to show just how maddening it’s making me to just… stand here?
Stand here and pretend this Omega isn’t driving me fucking wild on the inside.
The moment the door closes, I can only say one word to tame my frantic mind from going into a frenzy of need.
“Ours.”
I look to Kenji, meeting his gaze as he looks back at me with a look that screams exactly what I’m feeling. A desperate need to claim what’s destined for us.
“Ours.”
As long as I have Kenji on the same page, nothing is going to get in my way of getting what I want.
Right now, all I want is this new Omega.
Astraea.