Page 15 of Knot So Fast
My hands tighten on the steering wheel, but I keep my voice level.
I've dealt with this shit before, and I'll deal with it again.
"Omegas only deserve to be in the kitchen making us sandwiches," AlphaDestroyer continues, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. "Or better yet, being fucked like the useless baby makers they are. That's all they're good for anyway."
The other voices in the lobby laugh like this is the height of comedy, and I feel that familiar fire start to burn in my chest. The same fire that used to fuel me when I was actually racing, when I had something real to prove instead of just virtual victories.
"You know," I say casually, as if we're discussing the weather, "if you talk so much, that means you can actually win a race against me, right?"
There's a moment of surprised silence before AlphaDestroyer finds his voice again.
"Certainly, sweetheart. I'll show you how a real Alpha handles a race car."
"They're out of your league, mate," Wolf warns, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that I've never heard before. "Trust me on this one."
"Oh, look at this guy," DominantDick scoffs. "Talking trash with a username that's trying to copy that badass Alpha F1 rider. What is it, trying to be likeLachlan Wolfeor something? You think you're the shit, but you could never be like him."
My heart skips a beat at the mention of Lachlan Wolfe.
The four-time world champion, the golden boy of Formula One, the Alpha who's been dominating the sport for years with his calculated precision and ice-cold focus. I've watched every race he's been in, studied his technique, dreamed of what it would be like to race wheel-to-wheel with someone of his caliber.
"Lachlan Wolfe is going to destroy everyone this year," AlphaDestroyer continues, his voice taking on an almost reverent tone. "Another championship, another year of showing everyone else how it's done. Now that's a real Alpha."
"Too bad he'd be disgusted if he heard how you cocky lot are bullying an Omega online," Wolf says, and there's something in his voice that makes me shiver.
Something familiar that I can't quite place.
"Shut the fuck up," DominantDick snaps. "Fine, let's see what this omega bitch is really about. Time to put your money where your mouth is, sweetheart."
I laugh, the sound sharp and dangerous.
"Alright, boys. Watch and learn."
The race starts, and I immediately go easy on AlphaDestroyer. Not because I'm feeling charitable, but because I want to see what he's actually capable of before I crush hisdreams entirely. He's not terrible, but he's not great either—the kind of driver who thinks aggression can substitute for skill.
I let him stay close for the first few laps, matching his pace and even letting him take the lead once or twice. But as we approach the final sector, I unleash just a fraction of what I'm capable of. Clean, precise overtakes that leave him scrambling to keep up.
I cross the finish line with a comfortable five-second gap.
"Fucking lucky," AlphaDestroyer grumbles as the other voices in the lobby start making fun of him. "I was going easy on her."
"My turn," DominantDick announces. "I'll show this bitch how it's done."
The next race plays out exactly the same way.
I toy with him for a few laps, let him think he has a chance, then systematically dismantle his confidence with a driving display that would make professionals weep with envy.
"Okay, okay," AlphaDestroyer says after I've beaten both of them twice more. "Let me try again. I was definitely going easy on her before. Time to show what I can really do."
This time, there's no playing around. From the moment the green flag drops, AlphaDestroyer is driving like his life depends on it. He's pushing his car to the absolute limit, taking risks that border on reckless, and somehow managing to keep pace with me.
We're head-to-head as we approach the final turn, our virtual cars mere inches apart as we hurtle toward the finish line.
I can hear him cursing through the headset, his voice tight with concentration and desperation.
I'm on the racing line, perfectly positioned to take the victory, when it happens.
Instead of trying to outbrake me or find a clever way around, AlphaDestroyer deliberately rams his car into mine. The impactsends my virtual vehicle flying through the air in a spectacular crash that ends with an explosion of flames and twisted metal.
