Page 9 of Sawyer

My heart thunders in my chest, and adrenaline spikes in my veins, making me dizzy and causing black spots to dance in my vision.

My phone falls to the forest floor, crashing into a pile of leaves, but it’s really the least of my problems right now. All the self-defense classes I took fall out the window except for one move.

I drop my weight.

Nothing happens except for a soft, rumbling chuckle.

“My boss warned me about you, Sawyer,” my captor says with a gravelly voice that sends a flutter straight to my core. Arousal heats my blood and skin to an uncomfortable degree.

What the fuck, body? Now is not the time to get turned on.

The fact that this man holds my body entirely still, though I continue to struggle against him, lights a fire inside me. Not now, whore.

“Relax, Sawyer,” he says. Damn me to hell and back, but my body listens. Ever so slowly, he allows my feet to touch the forest floor, though his arm still holds me around the waist. “If I remove my hand from your mouth, are you going to behave?”

Maybe.

“Answer me, gamma.” His words strike through me like an ice pick, cutting through any and all desire I might have had a moment ago.

I lie and nod my head.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

Because you shouldn’t.

Of course, this entire conversation is one-sided, but it allows me to figure out just who holds me against him—Rumor.

“I’m going to check your pockets, gamma,” he informs me, letting me know he’s just here to do his job and not seduce me in the forest next to a dead body.

Maybe I shouldn’t have taken that stimulant. Oh shit, the vial.

His fingers dip into my coat pocket, the very one with the vial, and I sag in defeat.

Suppressants and stimulants are illegal. Rumor just found enough evidence to lock me away or sell me into servitude for the rest of my life.

Frozen, I stand there with one of his hands wrapped around my mouth while the other pulls out the little vial.

“Well, this explains everything I’ve ever heard about you, Sawyer,” he comments, bringing the vial toward us. I can’t see him sniff the contents, but I hear the long, drawn out inhale.

Deltas are like alphas in many ways. They both have that aggressive tone, though only alphas can bark at others and get them to do whatever their black heart desires. Only alphas have pheromones that can trip an omega into heat, but they both have strong enough scents that can cause any designation to wet their panties.

Alphas have knots at the base of their cocks, while deltas have barbs all along their dicks. Only one can shoot to breed though.

In many, many ways, they are the same, but there’s one big difference—deltas are unhinged. Their aggression can go one step further into a territory known as the legendary berserker. They have won battles and wars just on their fierce fighting skills alone.

And one has me wrapped up in his arms as he holds evidence to destroy everything I’ve built.

I always thought I’d do everything possible to save my ass if anyone found out about my secrets. Still, it’s as though all the adrenaline cancels out that stimulant, and I’m nothing more than the designation that presented at puberty.

Weak, meek, and mousy.

“Luckily for you, we have a bigger issue,” he whispers against my neck, his warm breath heating my frozen skin. “Don’t think for one second, Sawyer, that this” —he wiggles the vial in front of me— “is something I’m not going to let go.”

He releases me, and I stumble forward, catching myself just before I fall right onto the body hidden under the leaves. Sidestepping the exposed toe, I spin back to Rumor.

“What are you going to do?”

This time, his sunglasses rest on the neckline of his T-shirt, and his blue eyes take me in from head to toe before he answers. “Not now, Sawyer.”

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