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

Oli

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OLI HART ROCKS DENVER AND MAKES FANS GO CRAZY WITH HER PERFORMANCE

March 30th

I finish the final chord and wave to everyone in the stadium.

“Thank you, goodnight!” I call out, my voice a mix of honey and gravel, worn from belting lyrics but still dripping with energy.

I step back from the mic, and the applause is deafening. I blow kisses and wink at the sea of faces as I’m lowered under the stage.

The stairs take me back up to the side of the stage where everyone else will be waiting.

I only get a second to breathe before the air is charged with an intensity that has nothing to do with the fading stage lights or the distant screams of fans.

“!” The voice slices through the haze, familiar and electric.

I spin around and see Jack charging towards me with purpose. His presence is commanding even in the dim backstage lights .

His piercing blue eyes lock onto mine.

“Jack?” I breathe out, my pulse tapping a wild rhythm against my throat.

He doesn’t bother with any more words. In two long strides, he’s there with his bright white hair and hands that grab my waist, tugging me to him.

His lips crash against mine, urgent and full of fire. The shock pulses through me like a jolt of lightning. His tongue plays with mine before sucking it into his mouth.

I suck in a breath in between kisses, and the most intoxicating scent of coffee, creamy butter, coconut flakes, and maple syrup floods my senses, and instincts take over.

Mine.

“Alpha,” I gasp between kisses, my hands tangling in his messy white-blonde locks, tugging him closer. The taste of him is intoxicating.

He sucks on my lower lip, making me shiver and sending heat straight to my core.

I moan when the heat in front of me is tugged away and replaced with cool air. My body leans forward, chasing Jack before reality comes crashing in.

“What the hell, Jack?” Dax’s growl vibrates against my oversensitive skin.

I pry my eyes open, and they’re immediately caught in Dax’s stormy gaze. His hazel eyes flash with confusion and something darker. Right now, he looks like a thundercloud ready to burst.

Jack stumbles, a mixture of surprise and defiance lighting his blue eyes as he turns to face Dax, his chest heaving from more than just our heated exchange.

My heart races, pounding a frantic rhythm that echoes the chaos of emotions swirling inside me.

Before anyone can say another word, Chase steps up to me with smoldering green eyes reflecting a battle of emotions that lock onto mine, pulling my attention away from the discord between Dax and Jack.

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him. It’s a possession, a claiming that speaks directly to my omega instincts.

“Little rose,” he says, and his voice is a low thrum that vibrates through the chaos, grounding me. There’s a depth to his tone that wasn’t there before—a seriousness that belies the easy charm I’m used to from him.

He smells like the most perfect combination of sweet and salty. Caramel and sea salt blend with popcorn and butter to create a mouthwatering scent, and Chase is undoubtedly my scent match, too.

Hands tangle in my hair, pulling me back to the perfect angle for Chase to devour me.

His lips find mine with a desperation that steals my breath and scatters my thoughts. The kiss isn’t gentle; it’s all-consuming, fierce, as though he’s trying to communicate every unsaid word through the press of his mouth against mine. I taste the sweet tang of caramel.

The world narrows down to the space where our bodies meet—the hard lines of his against the soft curves of mine. I’m lost in the sensation, the warmth of his hands splayed across my back, the stubble on his jaw scratching pleasantly against my skin as we move together.

I’ve been shocked before, surprised by life’s unexpected turns, but nothing compares to the maelstrom of emotions currently raging within me. Shock at their scents, surprised at how right it feels to be held by Chase, and an attraction that’s growing stronger by the heartbeat.

Chase, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, watches me, his gaze probing, searching for a sign of what I’m thinking. But how do I explain the chaos in my head when I can barely understand it myself?

The warmth of Chase’s embrace still lingers on my skin as a gruff voice slices through the haze of desire. “No fucking way.”

My pulse stutters, the three words echoing like gunshots in the silence that follows. I peel my eyes away from Chase to find Dax, with his dark hair and piercing hazel gaze, standing there furious. His jaw is clenched tight enough to crack his teeth, and the intensity in his glare could start a fire.

“Really, Dax?” Jack’s voice is a low rumble, the playful light in his blue eyes now replaced by a protective glint. He steps closer, his tall, guitar-callused fingers curling into fists at his sides.

“Back off, Hansley,” Dax growls, his stance rigid as an iron rod.

Aiden stands behind everyone with a soft smile and a look of wonder. He looks frozen to the spot with eyes locked on me.

“I’m not doing this with her,” Dax says, squaring up with Jack.

Chase’s arms tense around me. “You better stop, Dax.”

“Guys, don’t.” My voice feels thin, drowned out by the growing tension.

But the growls are already rumbling through the air, a primal sound that shakes the ground beneath us.

“Dax, she’s our scent match, our mate,” Aiden says softly as he slowly steps toward me .

“I don’t want an omega,” Dax snaps. His rejection is a cold hand squeezing around my heart.

Aiden, Jack, and Chase growl. Aiden is too far away, but Chase and Jack’s scents mix in the air, smelling like burnt popcorn and sugar.

“Enough!” My shout cuts through the growling, louder than I intended. Their heads whip towards me, four pairs of alpha eyes wide with surprise.

Other people backstage turn to look, making things worse.

“Everything okay, ve?” One of my favorite alpha security guys asks, stepping closer.

“All good, thank you,” I tell him.

Without another word, I twist free from Chase’s arms and dodge past Dax’s imposing figure. My boots pound against the floor, my heart hammering a wild rhythm as I escape into the relative safety of the fan meet and greet. The noise of adoring fans fills the void left by the alphas’ growls, but it’s just background static to the roaring confusion in my head.

I douse myself in scent cancelers.

“! You were amazing tonight!” A fan’s voice breaks through, pulling me back to reality.

“Thanks,” I manage, forcing a smile as I sign a poster, my hands shaking slightly.

Aiden, Jack, Chase, and Dax join us, and I can feel their eyes on me, heavy with questions and unresolved emotions.

As I engage with each fan, their excitement contagious, I let the mask of the rockstar slide into place. But beneath the surface, my mind is still reeling.

Dax doesn’t want an omega, and they’re a pack.

So, where does that leave me?

I spend the meet and greet thinking through all my options .

I’m stuck with the four of them for the rest of the tour, so we need to get along. I feel attracted to them, but that doesn’t mean we have to pursue this scent match.

It’s incredibly rare to find a scent match, but that doesn’t mean you can’t find happiness with someone else.

Another group of alphas who actually want me could still be my destiny.

I know what I need to do.

All of us make our way back to the bus, and the four of them turn to face me with open mouths, ready to start fighting again.

“Don’t. Yes, Chase, Jack, and I are scent matches,” I say carefully.

Aiden steps forward with a hesitant expression. “We are, too. I could smell you when you were kissing Jack and Chase.”

I hear what he doesn’t say. He could smell my arousal.

I shove aside the disappointment at not getting to smell him. Or Dax.

“Okay, so we are scent matches.” I turn to look at Dax. “But that doesn’t mean we need to act on it. I hear you, Dax. You don’t want an omega, so let’s ignore this.”

Jack slams his hand down on the counter. “No fucking way.”

“Not happening,” Chase adds.

“They’re right.” Aiden looks the most resolute I’ve ever seen him.

“But-” I try.

“No. You and Dax don’t have to act on it, but we aren’t letting you go,” Jack says.

My mouth opens, and I don’t know where to go from here.

My little omega heart sings at how they declare their desire for me.

I can’t deny I want them too .

My eyes stray to Dax, whose face is red. His eyes glare daggers at me, and his entire body screams closed off.

“Fine, I won’t say no, but there will be no putting pressure on Dax. We take this slow and let things develop on their own,” I say firmly.

Dax swallows, and his eyes show the tiniest amount of gratitude before he shuts down again and stomps back to his bunk.

Chase steps forward. “Great, so how about you and me-”

“I’m going to bed. See you all tomorrow.” I pat his chest and walk past them.

I lay down in my nest, surrounded by comfort, and can’t stop myself from thinking about three sexy alphas and how good it feels to be wanted by them and ignoring the fourth.