Page 72 of Knot My Band: Part Two

I brush a stray bang from Oli’s forehead, my heart swelling with affection.

I watch them, my back pressed to the cushions, the warmth of Oli’s body seeping into my skin. She’s dozing peacefully, her breaths even and slow, and I feel the steady thrum of our hearts syncing up. It resonates deep in my bones.

This bond—it’s not just physical; it’s etched into my very soul. I find another piece of myself clicking into place with every beat of Oli’s heart. There’s a completeness now, a sense of fulfillment that floods through me, overwhelming and soothing all at once.

I am so incredibly lucky that this omega chose me to bond with. She’s mine. Forever.

Oli stirs slightly, murmuring in her sleep. She’s stunning and fierce.

Jack, Dax, Chase, and I—we’re all caught in her orbit, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. As I look at her, there’s a certainty settling in my soul. We belong together, united by the pull of a tiny yet immeasurable omega who sings like an angel.

A contented sigh escapes me as I lay my head back, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. This—right here, right now—is exactly where I’m meant to be.

Chase hands me a water bottle, and I chug it before scarfing down a plate of pasta. Oli starts to stir and I hope I didn’t disturb her.

Dax and I’s knots will go down soon, but the double knot will help keep her heat back longer.

“Give me something for Oli,” I demand.

Oli’s eyelids flutter open, a soft groan escaping her lips as she shifts in the tangle of our limbs. Her gaze is bleary, those emerald eyes clouded. I prop myself up on one elbow, reaching for the water bottle Jack hands me.

My voice comes out low and gentle, laced with concern. “Be my good girl. You need to drink, Oli.”

She blinks up at me, and there’s a flicker of her usual spark as she wrinkles her nose. “No,” she mumbles, but her throat works with obvious thirst.

“Come on, just a few sips,” I coax, unscrewing the cap and lifting the bottle to her lips.

She shakes her head and pushes the bottle away before trying to kiss me.

“You can have a kiss after you drink this,” I tell her.

As the cool water slips past her lips, she sighs, a small sound of relief. The way she hesitates yet leans into my touch tells me she’s grateful despite her words.

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. That bratty defiance is turning my alpha on. She takes another gulp, more eager this time, and I feel a swell of pride. Taking care of her feels natural, like a melody I’ve known all my life but only now have the chance to play.

“Better?” I ask, thumb brushing her cheek as she hands back the empty bottle.

“No. Now kiss,” she teases, but the gratitude in her eyes is unmistakable.

I press my lips to hers and stroke her tongue with mine, rewarding her for her compliance.

“Good, because you also need to eat something.” I reach for a plate of cut fruit Jack had prepared earlier, holding it out to her.

She eyes the food suspiciously, pushing out her lower lip in that cute, exaggerated pout that could get her out of trouble ninety-nine percent of the time. “Not hungry,” she declares, but her stomach betrays her with a quiet rumble.

“Really? Because your stomach seems to disagree,” I quip, waggling the plate enticingly.

Oli frowns at me before turning back to face Dax who is eating his own food and watching the show.

She leans forward and bites the strawberry out of his mouth, turning it into a kiss.

“Good girl,” I whisper, and she preens. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride at being able to care for her like this.

Our knots go down, but we don’t move Oli off of us.

Dax and I go back and forth, feeding Oli fruit that’s mixed with a kiss until she nods off.

The walls are lined with thick curtains that keep out the world, casting us in a gentle twilight regardless of the time outside. The air smells like pack. It’s warm and safe here; the outside world is a distant thought, irrelevant to the cocoon we’ve created.