Page 42 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
I stare at him in confusion before I remember to avert my eyes. I can imagine what Dazz’s advice would be,‘Don’t challenge the hunky killing machine, Halley.’
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” I say, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “I didn’t know when meal time was.”
He watches me with cold eyes for a few moments, and I silently wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole. I’m frustrated and confused all at the same time. He expects me to know and follow a set of rules, but he hasn’t told me what theyare. It has to be on purpose, to put me on edge. I mean, he can’t be that much of a dickhead. Surely.
I feel the moment he notices my uniform.
The aura in the tent shifts from frosty to down-right flammable. His hackles rise and a deep, menacing growl snarls from his lips.
So much for not challenging the gigantic murder-trained soldier. Sorry, Dazz.
I briefly notice movement at the entrance of the tent, but keep my gaze focused on the Alpha suddenly enraged with me.
“Omega Sparks, what do you think you’re wearing?” He speaks with a jaw tightly clenched, forcing out his words. His eyebrow is twitching and his nostrils flare as his gaze sweeps over my body.
My tongue darts out to moisten my lips, but I stop the motion as his predatory eyes lock onto the movement.
I may have made a mistake.
I knew these clothes would get a reaction, but this is more than I was expecting.
I’d been so caught up in maliciously complying and‘sticking-it-to-the-Alpha,’that I hadn’t truly thought of the consequences.
Why did I think flaunting my body to a sexually repressed Prime Alpha was a smart idea?
I mean, the dude is the walking definition of tightly wound. I seriously doubt he’s so much as wanked without a say-so from the chain of command.
I shift nervously on the hard seat, and his growling intensifies, causing my nipples to harden in response. When he notices, it only makes him growl louder.
Despite myself, I internally smirk. I have him rattled.
He’s going to be in charge of every aspect of my life for the foreseeable future, but in this glorious moment, I’ve won.
Prime Asshole stares at me with a steely, unblinking expression. The vein in his forehead pulses.
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently. “This is the uniform I was provided.”
His nostrils flare and his voice shifts to a lower octave, a rumble reverberating from his chest which vibrates my bones.“Omega Sparks, return to your quarters immediately and change into something that fits.”
It’s an Alpha Command.
The tug is immediate, hooking at my belly button and dragging me to my feet, knocking the chair over in my haste. Shock lances through me as fear and outrage claw its way up my throat as my free-will is stripped.
If I thought Prime Alpha Knox might be reasonable underneath his handsome, spiky exterior, I know better now.
He’s a bastard.
Preying on those weaker than him and forcing them to bend to his will.
A complete asshole.
It’s clear he knows nothing about my designation. Omegas are naturally submissive and, if spoken to with kindness and respect, an Alpha Command is rarely necessary. We respond to love and care, not aggression.
I’ve always thought my submissive side was a weakness, something to overcome. Yet, since my encounter with the crazed Alpha in the hospital, a tiny voice in the back of my mind has hissed a truth.
It was my kindness and submission which brought him back from the brink.
I don’t need pure physical strength to bring an Alpha to his knees. My power comes from somewhere softer.
