Page 12 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)

They all look slightly taken aback. I can tell they were expecting me to cave, or at least be a bit more accommodating. But I’m not. Just because I’m an omega, doesn’t mean I have to be a pushover. My nature dictates that I’ll want to make my alphas happy, and these are not my alphas.

Stay strong Evie. Stand your ground.

The voice in my head sounds so much like my missing sister, Everly, that my heart pangs. God, I miss her.

“I don’t need your help,” I add, folding my arms tighter across my chest. “The house is fine. And I don’t want you coming back.”

“Are you sure about that?” Blaise tilts his head, still a little too cheeky for my liking. I hate that the smile tugging at his full lips makes mine twitch too. “You’re all alone out here, in the middle of nowhere. No one for miles. Maybe you do need some help.”

I shake my head, frustration bubbling up. “I don’t need anyone, alright? I’ve been fine on my own for years.”

Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have revealed that. What if they get even more curious and start digging into my background?

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” the blond one – Xar – says, his voice softer now, like he’s trying to reason with me. “What if something happens? What if?—”

“Nothing is going to happen,” I cut him off, teeth gritted. “I’ll be fine.”

Even if I’m heart-breakingly lonely.

I pause, then add, “If you keep trespassing, I’ll call the police.”

There’s a moment of silence as they all process my words, and for a split second, I think I might’ve won. But then Blaise leans forward, his grin softening into something almost sincere.

“You don’t have to call the cops,” he says. “But we’re just trying to make sure you’re alright. We can mend the porch, fix the lock. Maybe make things safer for you and then be on our merry way. We won’t bother you again.”

I feel the pull of the offer, the temptation to say yes just so I can avoid the hassle of dealing with it myself. The farmhouse always needs work. But somehow I manage to stay strong.

Plus, I think he’s lying about not bothering me again. This feels like one of those, if I give an inch, they’ll take a mile type scenarios. Especially with Blaise. I can tell. He looks used to getting his own way.

Stay strong, Eviana.

“No,” I reply firmly. “I don’t need anything from you. I just need you to leave me alone.”

I don’t need an alpha – or three – charging in here to save the day. I’m not some poor, defenseless, helpless, weak omega . I’m a strong, independent, capable woman.

Sometimes.

The three of them exchange a look, like they’re weighing whether to push further. It’s Blaise who finally speaks again.

“You sure?”

“I don’t need anyone.” I feel the anger bubbling to the surface now. “I’ve been on my own for years, and I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”

“I feel like you’ve said ‘fine’ so many times, it’s lost all meaning now,” Blaise says with a teasing wink. I return it with a flat, nonplussed stare.

The silence that follows is heavy, and I can see the hesitation in their eyes, like they’re torn between pushing me more and accepting my refusal.

Finally, Xar lets out a frustrated breath, shaking his head in a way which makes his long locks swish prettily around his jaw before stepping forward, offering his hand.

“Sorry if we’ve made things uncomfortable.

We honestly just wanted to make sure you were alright.

I know you said no, but if you change your mind, we’re here to help.

We’re only a couple of miles down the lane.

I think we’re probably your nearest neighbours. ”

I hesitate for a moment, my mind spinning with the words change your mind . I’m not sure if it’s their offer of help or the fact that I’m standing this close to them that’s messing with me. They’re so…real, so there, in a way I didn’t expect.

I force myself to break the tension with a smile, even if it’s small and a bit shaky.

I don’t take his proffered hand though. I’m not stupid.

An alpha’s touch can be as intoxicating as his scent, and I refuse to be trapped by a moment of weakness that could unravel me completely.

“I really am fine. I’ve told you already. ”

They all stand there for a moment, and then Blaise lets out a sigh.

“Alright, we’ll go. But you should know…

” He leans in a bit, his voice quieter. “If you ever need anything, we’ll be around.

We’re here for a while, in the house just down the road, so…

just…don’t shut us out too quickly. If you change your mind?—”

“I won’t.” I don’t let him finish, sighing. They’re really pushing it and I feel like we’re all records stuck on repeat at this point.

“Alright,” he mutters. “We’ll leave.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, even though part of me wants to say something else, something to keep them here. But I don’t.

“Goodbye,” I manage, stepping back.

Blaise raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything more. Damn him for being so cute and cocky-looking though. The three of them start heading back to the car, and I stand on the porch, the cold air biting through my jumper, my arms crossed tightly against my chest.

I watch them leave, their footsteps receding in the distance. For a second, I feel a strange mixture of relief and…something else.

I close the door, leaning back against it for a moment, my chest rising and falling rapidly. They’re leaving, thank goodness. But I can’t help feeling a strange, lingering energy, like the tension they brought with them is still hanging in the air.

My pulse is racing, a flutter of something in my stomach, but I can’t quite place it.

The engine revs and the car drives off, the sound fading into the distance, leaving me alone again. But their voices, their presence, linger in my mind.

I slowly step back from the door, my body still tingling from their visit.

They were so…distracting.

No, more than that. They were captivating .

I don’t want to admit it to myself. Don’t want to give it the power to take root. But it’s there – this undeniable draw, this pull in my chest that won’t quiet. The way they looked at me, their eyes flashing with curiosity and something more…

They’re attractive. Most alphas are. As an omega, I’m practically biologically programmed to find them attractive. But, it’s more than that. I can’t get their faces out of my mind.

I shake my head, trying to banish the thoughts, but it doesn’t work. I sit at the kitchen table, staring at my untouched herbal tea.

The feeling doesn’t fade.

With the soft light of the morning filtering through the window, and I just…

pause for a while, staring blankly at the wall, until the urge to do something creative finally hits again.

And then, almost without thinking, I grab my sketchbook and pencil this time.

The pencil feels oddly comforting between my fingers, the slight pressure against the paper a way to ground myself.

My hand moves across the page, a little shakily at first, but then with more confidence as the outlines of three burly alphas begin to take shape – each one different, but undeniably compelling.

It feels like a strange kind of release.

But the faces keep coming to me – faces I don’t want to think about, yet can’t seem to stop imagining.

The outline of the blond one, Xar, is the easiest. I start with his jawline, sharp and defined, like it could cut through the air, the kind of face that demands attention even when its owner says nothing at all.

Shadows gather beneath his cheekbones, angular and stark, the way they had caught the light yesterday, emphasising the sharp planes of his face.

There’s a precision to his features, an almost sculpted beauty, like something carved from marble – too perfect, too controlled, like he was designed to be untouchable.

But then I get to his eyes. And that’s where everything softens.

I shade carefully, trying to capture the warmth in them, the deep, rich honeyed golden brown that reminds me of melted blonde chocolate.

There’s something undeniably steady about them – wise, understanding, like he sees everything but doesn’t rush to judge.

They don’t match the sharpness of the rest of his face, and maybe that’s what unsettles me most. They should be cold.

They should be distant. But they’re not.

They watch. They hold. They seem like they could unravel a person if they looked long enough.

His hair is the only thing about him that isn’t perfectly controlled. It’s a little longer than it should be, golden strands falling messily across his forehead, not quite tame, as if there’s a part of him that refuses to be as put together as the rest.

I pause for a moment, blinking rapidly, pushing the thoughts aside. Focus, Eviana.

Next, I sketch the rough outline of Blaise, the scruffy one.

His face is softer, more relaxed. I give him a crooked grin on paper, knowing how that smile had curled at the corners of his lips when he’d looked at me.

He wasn’t trying to hide his charm, not like Xar was.

With Blaise, it’s almost too easy – like he can get what he wants with just a flash of his dimples.

But there’s something more in his green eyes, something deeper beneath that cheeky facade.

Something I can’t quite put my finger on.

I draw the tousled mess of his red hair and the slight copper stubble along his chin, the way it had looked damp from the rain, just like it had been when he’d stood in front of me that first day.