Page 106 of Ruled By The Alpha

“Come back in, little omega.”

His long digits splay, digging into the trapped undersides of my breasts and down my abdomen to press into my hip bones.

He’s bigger than I thought. Much bigger than Alpha Trik.

Caught like a rat in a trap, I freeze. Tendrils of heat sink into my body from his hands, causing a disconcerting itch just below my skin.

When several seconds tick by and I don’t move, the brute shifts his hands until one encompasses my right butt cheek and the other rests just above my pelvis, poised to slide where no man has ever touched.

“Come back in or I’ll knot you right here, right now, your readiness be damned.”

Trembling so hard I fear my bones will shatter, I go limp, trying to convey my compliance. I can’t fit back through the hole with my breasts wedged like this, but I don’t know how to tell him. The sharp edge of the porthole threatens to pierce my flesh, my clothes doing nothing to protect me.

A tense moment passes. I stay as limp as I can with my bones shaking.

With movements too efficient to be called gentle, he pushes me forward, then guides me back through the hole one terrifying inch at a time. Tears spill from my eyes, mingling with the smears of my blood from my elbows as he weaves his fingers into my hair. Pulling my head back, he scowls down at me, his front flush against my spine, trapping me between the wall and his bulk.

Tawny brown eyes surrounded by sharp features and dark brown hair fill my vision.

He says nothing, but a vibration rumbles from his chest. My fear dances away until it hovers on the outskirts of my mind, still active, but unable to control my thoughts. The same itching heat created by his hands buries itself under my skin and sinks deeper, infecting my organs until I long for relief.

His lips tilt in a smirk.

It doesn’t reach his eyes.

Chapter 2

Hoss

A pair of wide, light green eyes stand out against the decaying iron of the wall. With chestnut hair and dainty features, the tiny omega calls my lust forward without even trying. Even her faint, incomplete scent sends urgency pumping through me. My cock hardens, captured between my thigh and the swell of her ass.

She’s not ready, but she’s close. Too close.

In a perfect world, I would have come back sooner.

But we don’t live in a perfect world. We live in a world of decay and misery, where the weak suffer and the strong survive.

I will not settle at surviving. I’m going to thrive, no matter what it takes.

And this little female is the key to my empire, whether she wants to be or not.

I tighten my grip on her hair, my growl dropping at its softness. Shoving away the urge to bury my face in her long locks, I wrap my free hand around the delicate column of her throat, reminding her of her helplessness and me of her fragility.

Mine.I leave the word unspoken, saving it for when she understands just how deeply I mean it, but the shrinking of her pupils tells me she sees my intent within my gaze. The silent word echoes between us until her expression tightens and her eyes lose their focus.

Realizing I’m crushing her against the wall, I shift my weight to my heels. Her ragged inhale rubs her ass against the side of my hard cock pinched within my pants. I grit my teeth and slide my hand to her shoulder before pivoting her to face the door.

“Walk.”

Her tattered slipper lifts and takes a small step forward.

I guide her through the disgusting storage room, forcing her to dodge the shelves so she doesn’t bang into them at my quick pace. She makes no noise other than her raspy breaths as we step over the three dead betas who used to run this place. When I release her shoulder and jerk her to a stop at the exit to this sad excuse for a bartering station, she lifts her tiny hands as though to grab my wrist and lessen my grip on her hair, but my snarl urges her to lower her hands back to her sides.

Her dainty fists amuse me, the little show of annoyance making me smirk. When I command my betas to finish their scavenging, she flinches, the fear tightening her profile making my cock pound against its confines.

The fiercest of my team, a big beta male with one eye made cloudy by the jagged scar across his face, mumbles about the uselessness of topside trinkets. I slide him a cool glance and watch as he hunches his shoulders and shuts his wayward mouth. The glares he sent my omega when he thought I wasn’t looking fill me with the yearning to smash his face into the counter, but I squash the urge and yank my female to my side.

Her stiff little frame fits perfectly against mine. I maintain my hold on her hair to make sure she stays close as I step from the room.

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