Page 35 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“Omega Sparks, your role is to follow orders without question,” he clips with finality, turns, and strides back towards camp. I watch him go, and bite back a groan when my eyes snap automatically to his firm ass. The way his combat trousers fit around his thick thighs is mouthwatering. I tear my gaze away before the stupidly sexy Alphahole catches me staring.
I glare at the shovel.
This feels surreal. A few days ago, I was chatting with my friends on our rooftop oasis. Now I’m at an undisclosed location entirely at the mercy of some power-tripping Alpha with a body to die for who wants me to dig a hole.
Dig a hole. Ahole!It’s absurd no matter how I word it.
I gingerly grasp the metal handle of the shovel and lift it out of the ground. It’s heavier than I expected, and my arm quivers. I spear it back into the ground and scoop out the first mound of dirt. I do it again. And again. And by the time I’ve dug a tiny divot, I’m grunting from the effort, and the muscles in my back and arms scream with the strain. My hands are shaking, sweat trickles down my brow, and my face is flushed.
“I’m screwed. So fracking, rut-damned screwed,” I hiss to myself.
I’m already exhausted. Adding physical activity on top of my overnight journey isn’t a recipe for success. I guess that’s the point, though. How else do you make soldiers able to overcome adversity? I stare at the small mound of dirt, and something determined clicks into place inside my chest.
Prime Alpha Knox doesn’t think I can do it. Frack,Idon’t think I can do it.
But I can.
I’m stronger than I look. All Omegas are built for resilience. We take a pounding from an Alpha in rut during our heat. We’re designed to raise a family with kids with supernatural strength and none of the restraint to control it. The reality is, living in the safe cocoon of The Omega Division, I’ve never had to push past my level of discomfort before. This is my chance to prove to myself and the military that I’m capable. That I’m more than a wasted womb.
I slam the shovel back into the ground with renewed determination and get to work.
Chapter Fourteen
Blaze
She’s perfection.
The moment she stumbled out of the troop carrier, blinking rapidly with a dazed expression, I was obsessed.
Obsession is nothing new to me. It’s been my constant companion since childhood, and I’ve grown so familiar with its whisperings that I barely notice them anymore.
The others know what I’m like. How I hyperfixate on things and spiral down a rabbit hole of compulsive behavior. In recent years, it usually ends with violence.
How could it not? All we do is fight.
The difference between me and my teammates is they can turn the violence off. I’m not like them. Once I set my sights on a target, I’m a lion on the hunt. Relentless and unstoppable.
Sometimes they intervene, but most of the time they let it run its course. It ends with a lot of blood, my obsession dead, and only then do the whisperings finally stop.
This time is different.
I’d rather slice my ear off and eat it raw than see her hurt. In fact, I’d cut the throat of anyone who even looked at her for too long.
The others have convinced themselves she’s just a mission. Another order from command that we’re obliged to complete, no questions asked. I know better.
She’s ours.
Our Omega.
How can she not be?
She pulled Viper back from Blood Lust. She saved our brother. He’s come back to us as the Viper we love who has been missing for years, overwhelmed by the threat of succumbing to Blood Lust and killing one of us in the blind rage.
I love my brother-in-arms, and we owe this little Omega a great debt.
As she stood there before Knox, steady despite her trembling legs and the fresh blood dripping from her shin, it was clear to me. She belongs with us.
She is a part of our team.
