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

Dax

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DENVER FANS FOR NIGHT TWO LINED UP HOURS AHEAD FOR ENTERANCE TO THE ALPHA AND OMEGA TOUR

March 31st

T he stage erupts in a blaze of lights and energy, all converging on the petite figure at its center.

The crowd’s energy doubled from our first song to this one, and we have Oli to thank. Something I’m not sure how to feel about. The crowd is eating it up, their eyes glued to her, and damn if she doesn’t know exactly how to play them.

Our pack bond is full of emotions from all my brothers, and I know it’s because of the omega.

Jack is proud, Aiden is grateful, and Chase is turned on.

Chase is always horny, so that’s nothing new, but even I can’t deny how much he’s changed since the day we met Olive.

He’s never ignored groupies, fans, or willing women, but he hasn’t given them the time of day since her .

She’s changing everything, and even though Chase’s man whoring ways bothered me, I find it annoying.

They’re going to be hero-worshiping her after this stunt, and what am I going to say about it? I better think of something.

I hang back with my bass, fingers moving over the strings almost on autopilot.

Yesterday was hell. The gut-punch realization that Oli is my scent match was not welcome.

My nose still burns with her sweet scent, a mixture of strawberries and something else- something uniquely Oli that I can’t quite name. It’s intoxicating, addictive even, and I hate it.

With Jack and Chase kissing her, her scent was sweetened with arousal. My cock was so hard I’m surprised my pants didn’t split.

I shake my head, trying to dislodge the memory.

There is no way I will be taking an omega. I don’t do omegas, and no matter how good Oli smells, that won’t change.

I hate her. I hate what she is and that she blasted into our lives, changing everything. My pack mates are fawning over her, leaving me permanently furious.

I realize I’m plucking the strings harder and let up.

Even as I try to convince myself, there’s no denying the pull, the way my body leans towards her without permission. It’s primal, it’s unwanted, and it’s undeniable.

I tune back into the music and realize she’s done us a big favor. This crowd has accepted us.

She’s airborne, all kinetic energy and flying hair as she lands back on the stage, the boards reverberating under her combat boots. The fans match her, a wave of bodies bouncing in unison. I have to admire the way she hypes every soul in the house, turning passive listeners into active participants.

“Higher! Let me see you go wild!” she incites, and damn if they don’t oblige, the previous apathy obliterated by her sheer force of will.

Electricity crackles through the venue as Oli’s voice hits a crescendo, her energy infectious. Her eyes are wide, and her eyebrows disappear under shaggy bangs.

She bleeds sexual energy as she moves her body to the music.

I pluck the strings harder, trying to drown out the appreciation that threatens to soften me.

Jack and I play a riff, giving Oli time to transition. She moves off my side of the stage into an opening the security has cleared.

As soon as she steps in, the fans go wild and reach for her, screaming her name. She smiles and touches hands as she moves, and it’s killing me.

The alpha part of me growls that she shouldn’t be down there without one of us. My instincts go haywire, and I follow her down before I know what I’m doing.

“Dammit, Oli,” I growl, more to myself than anyone else. The panic that grips me is unexpected, a coiled spring of stress that I can’t shake off. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself she’s not mine to worry about; my alpha doesn’t seem to give a damn about logic.

I move through the crowd, my height and the instrument warning people off before they get too close. The scent of sweat and excitement is thick, but all I can register is the lingering trace of Oli’s smell, sweet and wild, cutting through the haze.

I finally reach the makeshift stage where Oli has now climbed up, still in command and shining brighter than any spotlight could make her. She’s got the crowd in the palm of her hand, and I’m standing here, all gruff and scowling, utterly out of place in this moment of adoration she’s created. But I stay because leaving doesn’t feel like an option .

She whirls around, microphone gripped like a lifeline, and her glittering green eyes widen in sheer surprise. “?” Her voice is a breathless whisper over the roar of the crowd. “What are you doing here?”

I roll my eyes and keep playing, starting up the next song as planned.

My pack mates are practically giddy down the bond, and I know they’re going to bother me about this indefinitely.

I’m usually a grumpy bastard, so these three love to poke at me like a bear they want to see lose control. I’ve learned to mostly tune them out and respond with grunts or ignore them completely.

Oli smiles before winking and dancing to the beat, turning to the crowd and singing.

I play and look around the crowd, soaking in their energy before my eyes are drawn back to Oli.

She moves around me, trailing fingers down my chest at the right moment to go with the lyrics. Now that I’m here, she’s interacting with me like I’m meant to be. Her ability to adapt is respectable.

She pulls my face down towards hers, her fingertips daring to dance along the nape of my neck, tugging at strands of my hair. I can feel each individual digit as if they’re leaving scorch marks on my skin.

A growl slips through my teeth at the way she affects me.

I want to spank her for pulling my hair, for making this dark, searing heat coil tighter in my belly. For making my fucking cock hard.

She winks, a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she turns back to the frenzied audience, but not before I catch the flush creeping over her cheeks .

And as much as it burns me up inside, I can’t help but watch her every move, entranced by the sway of her body and the fiery spirit that holds everyone captive.

I shake myself out of her spell. An omega will not ensnare me; I can promise that.