Page 23 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“They are punished. What do you think the punishment should be for such an egregious breach of protocol?”
“I…”
Weren’t three days of solitary confinement enough?
He stares at me expectantly. The weight of his gaze feels like it’s pressing down on my windpipe.
“No? You don’t have an opinion?”
I clear my throat twice before I’m able to respond. My voice comes out weak and shaky. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with military protocol.”
His lips press into a thin line. “I’m disappointed in you, Omega Sparks. You’re a soldier, and you’re unfamiliar with your own protocol?”
“But I’mnota soldier,” I blurt.
The General’s eyebrow raises. “You enlisted to serve your country in the military, is that not correct?”
The shaking in my hands gets worse and I dig my nails into my palm to ground myself.
“I enlisted for sanctuary in The Omega Division.”
“Is The Omega Division not a part of this military?”
“Yes…”
“So, youarea soldier.”
I hesitate. “Technically, yes, but…”
He leans back in his chair. “Let’s not play games, Omega Sparks. This is not a debate. You are a soldier and you disobeyed orders.”
My shoulders tense with a growing sense of indignation. I’ve never considered myself a part of the military, let alone a soldier.
“You’re not familiar with military protocol because you never completed the basic training. It’s a requirement every soldier completes upon enlisting. You’ve never been taught about rules, discipline or even common sense. You’ve never been taught a damned thing.”
Frustration and anger flood me.
Did he bring me in here to insult me?
I feel heat creep up my neck and crawl over my cheeks. I stare down at the floor. The way he’s spitting out the words, it’s like I’m nothing more than an untrained puppy that’s made a mess on his plush office carpet.
The chair creaks as General Stone rises, his body unfolding into an impossibly large figure. Looking at Alphas from a distance through binoculars doesn’t do them justice. Even at his mature age, his physique is intimidating.
He walks around the desk and positions himself in front of me, his hands interlocked behind his back. Pining me with a condescending look, I’ve never felt more insignificant.
This Alpha holds so much power and authority. Without a doubt, he’s from a strong Alpha Omega bloodline. Selected from the masses because of his ‘superior’ genetics, untainted by Beta blood, and trained to lead from birth.
Next to him, I’m nothing.
After a long, tense pause, he says, “That’s going to change.”
His scent coils around me, drawing me in and forcing my inner Omega to pay attention to his every word.
To submit.
Obey.
My head tilts to the side unconsciously, and I expose my neck to the Prime Alpha in a show of ultimate submission. His chest rumbles in approval, and a flicker of pride flashes in my chest.
