Page 32 of Knot Gonna Lie (Syzygy Omegaverse #1)

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” Jenna corrected, though her voice stayed professional, but a thread of affection softened the edges as her gaze wandered over us.

“Two omegas in one location. One on her way to start her journey, and the other hadn’t started hers.

The question is—what do we do about it?”

Quinn stepped into our space like she still had jurisdiction—which she did, technically—

checking on Elara with caretaker instincts that would never fully fade. “Nova, Alleria—you need to leave. Soon. The sooner, the better. Time isn’t just running out—and you can’t be discovered here.”

Nova’s composure cracked. “Go where?” she asked, panic creeping into her voice. “The station—”

“Requires alpha sponsorship,” Jenna cut in. “That’s standard. An omega has to be claimed in order to get off the station legally.” She glanced between them. “But you’re mated, aren’t you?”

Alleria didn’t flinch. “Three years. Two heats.” She lifted her chin in challenge. “Bonded in every way but the one the station respects.”

“Then that makes it more difficult, but not impossible,” Quinn said with surprising gentleness. “Find an alpha desperate enough or sympathetic enough to take you both. Someone who needs an omega for stability but nothing more.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” Nova growled, shooting a glare at Elara’s former gamma. “None of them smell right—and the few I can tolerate won’t even consider taking both of us into their clan. Some choice, huh? So much for ‘omega’s freedom.’”

“You just need to find a reasonable alpha, and not someone like Owen,” I explained, knowing it won’t be easy. “The alpha must be respectable, able to provide properly. Their clan needs to be welcoming—understanding. You can’t bind yourself to someone who’ll make your situation worse.”

“You can’t be picky anymore,” Alleria warned her omega.

“But we also can’t be reckless either. Time’s running out.

What happened at the restaurant—that’s just the beginning.

Alphas on the outside are getting antsy.

There are others like Owen—desperate, dangerous.

And those outside are going feral from waiting—never earning a chance to step within the Den. ”

“Which is why everything needs to be changed,” Elara murmured against my chest, and I tightened my hold reflexively, feeling her fear echo through our bond. “Things can’t continue like this. It doesn’t work.”

“Exactly,” Jenna confirmed. “What happened at the restaurant is not unique. The system’s creating its own monsters through artificial scarcity.”

Stella pushed off the wall. “I’ll help.”

Nova blinked, shock painting her features. “What?”

“You heard me.” Stella holstered her psyblade. “Finding and vetting an alpha willing to take a mated omega-gamma pair? That’s just another kind of hunt. And I’m very good at hunting.”

“By the Stars we are,” Syla added, stepping in close, his arm slipping around his mate’s waist.

“Between all our contacts—” Maia offered, already calculating.

“The trade routes we run,” Tobias added with growing enthusiasm. “The ports we know. There must be someone willing to take you both in.”

“We’ll find someone,” Xavier finished. “Planet Tera’s crawling with alphas looking for a chance for stability and willing to trade anything for it.”

Warmth swelled in my chest. My clan. My family. Rallying behind strangers because it was the right thing to do. Nova was Jaxom’s little sister. Our omega no longer felt threatened by their presence—but that didn’t mean I was stupid enough to welcome them onto my ship.

Elara came first. Always. But I wouldn’t stop my clan from stepping up for another omega in trouble. We all knew how broken the system was—and those two didn’t stand a chance of getting out together without help.

“It’d give us something to focus on during…” Stella flicked a glance at Elara, one brow lifting.

“While biology does its thing,” Xavier said, flashing a grin like he knew exactly how awkward that sounded—and enjoyed every second of it.

I nodded. “And it builds our network. If we want change, it’s going to start with connections. With people willing to bend the rules.”

“Revolution through commerce,” Jenna said, approval slipping into her voice. “I like it.”

Nova stared at us all, tears shimmering in her eyes. “You’d really do this? For us?”

“We know enough,” Elara said, stepping away from us to cross to Nova. “We know you love each other. That’s enough to help you get away from the station.”

She opened her arms, and Nova didn’t hesitate—two omegas embracing despite every territorial instinct. No posturing. Just shared survival. My omega, already rewriting rules through compassion, proving her inner strength to do the right thing.

Pride settled deep in my chest, heavy and steady.

“I’m sorry,” Nova whispered against Elara’s shoulder. “I never meant to cause problems—”

“You didn’t.” Elara pulled back, cupping Nova’s face with hands that had wielded glass shards hours ago. “You showed me what courage looks like. What choosing love over safety means. My clan will help you become free. Both of you.”

Nova nodded, then turned to embrace her brother—fourteen years of separation ending in tears that tasted of regret and promise in equal measure. “I’ll contact you once we’re free. I want my brother back.”

“You have him.” Jaxom’s voice was rough with emotion that made my own throat tight. “Always have.”

As they prepared to leave, Nova paused at the threshold, Alleria’s hand finding hers. “We owe you—”

“You owe us nothing,” I said, raising my chin, daring them to challenge me. “Except to survive until we find you someone.”