Page 16 of Knot My Band: Part Two

I let out a breath, watching Trevor’s retreating back until he disappears altogether. The tension melts away in his absence, replaced by a warm sense of security that only my alphas can provide. They turn back to me, their expressions softening.

“You did amazing, baby girl,” Jack says with a wry smile, breaking the silence.

Who knew firing someone could taste so bittersweet? Trevor changed, but once upon a time, he was a valued member ofmy team. I trusted him. His guidance seemed invaluable at one time, but that time is long gone.

“He’s gone, sunshine,” Aiden assures me, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stale air. He turns to face me, his eyes softening. “You okay, Oli?”

“Better than okay.” I flash him a grin, trying to shake off the sadness like it’s just another pesky stage prop that won’t stay in place. “Good riddance.”

“Let’s focus on what matters now,” Chase says, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. His touch sparks a jolt of electricity that races up my spine. “We have a tour to save somehow.”

“And we get to make the calls,” I quip, leaning into his embrace, my mood lifting as the reality of our situation sets in—we’re free.

“Exactly.” Jack grins, pulling us all into a group hug that feels more like a victory huddle. “And we will get the proof to put Trevor behind bars, May too.”

I take a deep breath, the tension from the confrontation with Trevor slowly ebbing away as I’m enveloped in the heat of my alphas. Aiden rubs gentle circles on my back, grounding me with his soothing presence. Dax’s firm hand rests on my shoulder, a silent promise of protection and support.

Their comfort is palpable, their scents mingling around me—a cocktail of safety and belonging.

Our gazes lock, each pair of eyes reflecting the same burning ambition and unyielding dedication.

Oli

ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN

INSIDE SOURCE REVEALS TREVOR DAVIS, MANAGER OF OLI HART AND THE EDGE, WAS FIRED IN MASSIVE SCENE IN NEW ORLEANS

June 5th

Slumped on the worn leather couch in the dressing room, I rake my fingers through the thick waves of my hair, each strand rebelling as much as my vocal cords. The boys are scattered around me, their expressions a mix of concern and denial. The air buzzes with tension.

Our security team is right outside the door.

“I won’t be able to sing tonight,” I groan, letting my head fall back against the cushion.

Dax paces like a caged animal, his brow furrowed. Aiden fiddles with his shirt, and Chase is silent, looking like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

“Then we have to cancel the show tonight,” Jack finally says, his voice a low rumble.

“I’ve never canceled a show,” I snap back, the frustration clawing up inside me.

Chase sits down next to me and puts an arm around me. “I know, Oli, but you were attacked. That isn’t your fault. We need to let you heal; if you strain your voice tonight, it could damage it forever. You heard the doctor.”

Aiden kneels and stares into my eyes. “You’re always putting your fans first, like you did after your heat, but we will prioritize you this time.”

“But-” A sudden knock at the door cuts me off. It’s sharp and insistent.

We freeze, glances ricocheting across the room, and a collective unease settles over us. Jack straightens up, muscles flexing under his fitted tee as he moves toward the door.

“Expecting someone?” I ask, voice tinged with suspicion.

“There’s a Miranda Maters out here for you,” one of the twins from the Phoenix Pack says through the door.

Jack opens it, and in strides the manager I picked out of the options Anders sent me.

Her heels click a staccato rhythm against the floor. Her sharp lines and tailored clothes hug her figure in a way that screams, ‘I’m in charge, and I won’t apologize for it.’

“Oli Hart,” she announces, her voice cutting through the thick tension like a knife through butter. “I’m Miranda Maters. Your new manager, if you’ll have me.”