Knot My Band, Part One (Knot My Band #1)

Oli

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THE ALPHA AND OMEGA TOUR STARTS TODAY IN DENVER FOR THREE NIGHTS

March 30th

T he morning of our first show, I take a flight from California to Colorado. When I get to my tour bus, the sun is just rising over the horizon. I am buzzing with energy and dying to set up my space for the next three months.

As an omega, I need a nest to feel safe and secure. The only way to do that while on a world tour is to use the bus. There’s a bedroom at the back which has been allocated to me.

I’ve always felt bad taking it and leaving the rest of the band to use the bunks, but I tried going without one before, and I lost my mind.

Trevor said the guys agreed it was fine, so here I am, bright and early, to set it up before our first show tonight.

I beeline to the back of the bus to see that everything I ordered has been delivered and placed right outside the door. Thank God they didn’t go into the bedroom. I wouldn’t want someone else’s scent in my nest .

My fingers dance over the soft fabrics. There are velvety pillows in shades of midnight and plum and blankets as fluffy as clouds. Each one has been handpicked for comfort.

I let my instincts take over as I arrange the space.

Starting with the biggest pillow, I plump it up just right and angle it against the headboard. Then comes the layering—blankets first, cascading over the sides, followed by smaller pillows for that extra plush factor. I tuck one under the other, squishing them into the perfect arrangement.

With each piece I place, my heart rate slows, and my breath evens out.

I am so absorbed in the work that I am shocked to hear the tour bus door burst open.

I can hear Aiden, Jack, and Chase talking, so I pull myself away from the sanctuary I created and go out to see them, shutting the door behind me.

“Hi, you guys are early!” I say once I find them gathered at the front with Dax on the couch.

Jack looks down to check his phone. “Sorry if we disturbed you. We were told to be here three hours before the show.”

He looks me over, like he does every day, and then nods in satisfaction.

My eyes widen. “Wow, I completely lost track of time.”

All four of them look behind me with narrowed eyes.

“What were you doing here? Is someone with you?” Jack asks slowly.

Oh no, are they mad about the nest? Maybe Trevor didn’t check with them.

I can feel a blush forming on my cheeks. It’s moments like this that being an omega can be embarrassing.

Another is when you’re turned on, and everyone can smell your slick.

Dax and Jack immediately stand up from the couch and push past me towards the bedroom.

I stand there staring after them with wide eyes. Chase comes to my side and, without any subtlety, sniffs me.

“I don’t smell anything,” Chase tells Aiden.

I smack Chase’s chest. “What is wrong with you? Of course, you don’t smell anything! I’m using scent blockers! I didn’t realize you would go this crazy over a nest.”

Aiden perks up and smiles. “A nest? You were here building your nest?”

“Yes, I thought Trevor checked with you all. I use the back bedroom as a nest, but if it’s going to be a problem, we can look into another tour bus-”

“No, no problem,” Aiden raises his voice to yell to Jack and Dax. “Don’t go in the back bedroom!”

Chase has a cheeky smile when Jack and Dax return to the front area.

“If there’s someone in that back bedroom, you might want to get them out of here before we kill them,” Jack says, folding his arms.

I know alphas are territorial over their space, but this seems extreme.

“It’s her nest. She was here building her nest before the tour,” Aiden tells them.

“Way to ruin the fun,” Chase grumbles.

The tension in the bus goes down but doesn’t disappear completely.

“I think it would be good to have a few ground rules. No one else on the bus but us five and any necessary workers,” Jack says .

I’m shocked they’re willing to give up bringing groupies back here, but I can admit what a relief it is. I don’t want strangers in my space, and I don’t want to watch them hook up.

I nod. “I don’t want anyone in my nest.”

“Uninvited,” Chase says insistently.

“What?”

“You don’t want anyone in your nest uninvited , right? That’s what we learned about omegas,” he clarifies.

“Right,” I say, but I can’t keep the suspicion out of my voice.

There are two quick knocks on the door before Riley sweeps inside. Her pixie-cut blond hair bounces with each step.

Her blue eyes sweep over us, taking in the scene in a heartbeat. “Time to get ready. The venue’s buzzing, and we’ve got fans lining up already.”

I pull her into a tight hug and whisper, “Good timing. I don’t know what the energy just was, but it was strange.”

She laughs. “You’ll probably have to get used to that.”

She pulls back and pushes them off the bus. “Time to go!”

We spill out of the bus together, and the venue vibrates with life until we get to the dressing room.

My stylist pulls me into the changing area and starts getting me dressed immediately with Riley’s help.

They’re tugging the hem of my black leather skirt higher up my thighs when Riley declares, “You’re going to burn down the stage tonight.”

“You say that no matter what I’m wearing,” I point out.

She laughs. “That’s because it’s always true.”

The makeup artist grabs me as the guys are shuffled back to change. She gives me a smoky eye, bold lips, and the perfect amount of blush.

I look incredible, and I feel confident .

“, you look—” Chase starts as he pops his head in, but the words get lost somewhere between his throat and his lips. Instead, he gapes, his usual charm short-circuiting.

“Damn.” Jack’s voice follows, low and appreciative, as he leans against the doorframe. His eyes sweep over me once, twice, like he’s committing every detail to memory. “I’m not sure the whole world should get to see you like this.”

“It won’t be her first time looking this sexy,” Riley points out, making me laugh.

Aiden peeks in behind them, a blush coloring his cheeks as he stammers out a quiet, “Wow.” His gaze lingers shyly on mine before darting away.

And then there’s Dax, standing a few feet away, removed from the cluster of bodies crowding the doorway. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes—they speak volumes, dark and intense as they take in every exposed inch of my skin. It’s a look that makes me shiver, igniting a thrill that has nothing to do with the performance ahead.

“You four look great, too,” I say, standing up to walk past them and sit in the central area full of couches. They follow and take up positions around the room.

They really do.

Jack is dressed to kill as he leans against the wall with his lips quirked into a confident smile.

His lean, muscular form is wrapped in a sleeveless black jersey for the baseball team of the city we’re in. It contrasts his white hair and clings to him like a second skin, accentuating his broad shoulders and sculpted arms.

His lower half is poured into a pair of tight, dark jeans that should come with a warning label. They hug his thighs just right, leaving very little to the imagination, while the strategically placed rips make it hard to tear your eyes away.

Jack stands upright and winks at me. “When I step out there, they won’t be looking at me—they’ll be looking at you.”

“It should be illegal to wear something so sexy it could distract your new bandmates,” Chase adds.

Chase is wearing leather pants that emphasize the lean muscle of his thighs. The pants taper down to his ankles, where they tuck seamlessly into black boots. He’s wearing a deep V-neck white shirt that exposes the right amount of chest, just enough to tease and tempt. Although he won’t have it on for long, he rips it in half after the second song and plays shirtless the rest of the night, showing off the defined abs and tattoos I got to see in rehearsal.

His sandy brown hair is tousled perfectly, a few strands rebelliously falling over his forehead, begging to be brushed away by someone’s fingers. His green eyes catch mine, and there’s that signature smirk, the one that says he knows exactly what effect he has and isn’t afraid to use it.

Heat creeps up my cheeks, and I swat at his arm playfully. “Shut up.”

I need a better response than that, but it’s all I can think of, so I turn my attention to the safest member of The Edge, Aiden.

He’s quieter and more reserved, but when I look at him now, there’s no denying how sexy he is. His spiky black hair contrasts with the softness of his brown eyes, creating a perfect balance of edge and vulnerability. Tonight, his huge body is stuffed in a fitted black shirt that hugs his toned torso. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal defined forearms. Black jeans complete the look, simple yet effective, and somehow, it amplifies his natural allure.

He’s a mystery to the fans, and they love it.

“Black suits you,” I say to Aiden, watching as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, ,” he replies, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “You too.”

“Maybe should wear something less revealing,” Dax ruins the moment by saying.

My spine straightens immediately. “We don’t judge women based on what they wear around here. I love this outfit. It makes me feel sexy and confident. You’re all dressed like a woman’s wet dream, so I don’t want to hear it. Fans love my style, and so do I.”

Dax throws his hands up.

“He’s an idiot, but he didn’t mean it like that. He doesn’t want everyone to see you like this,” Jack says.

Chase mumbles something I can’t hear.

I raise an eyebrow at Dax in question.

Damn, if the man doesn’t know how to wear an outfit like he’s about to conquer the world—or at least the stage. He’s all dark, brooding intensity wrapped in a midnight leather jacket that looks molded to his broad shoulders. The jacket’s open just enough to reveal a tight, deep V-neck tee that clings to his chiseled chest like it’s got something to prove.

“It’s an alpha thing. Don’t read into it,” Dax grumbles before turning away and giving me his back.