Page 13 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
It’s an Alpha.
An actual, real life, full-blooded Alpha, and he’s pissed off.
No, beyond that, he’s deranged.
The ICU explodes in chaos.
“He’s going into Blood Lust!” screeches the nurse interrogating me. Fear contorts her superior expression, her eyes bugging out as she darts past me and flees through the exit.
Other braver nurses run over, shouting orders and securing the gurney. I move on instinct, following the stream of staff.
There’s an insistent whisper in the back of my mind. It’s a deep, growling voice that feels familiar.
“Stay back. Please. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Help me hold him down,” one of the Beta soldiers hollers, the stench of his fear mixing with the coppery tang of blood. “Viper, stop. Please!”
There is so much blood.
It’s dripping off the gurney and onto the floor, chunks of gore clinging to the sheets.
Two nurses hurry forward and press their shoulders against the Alpha’s legs, holding them flat against the bed. The Alpha roars in protest, and with an effortless kick, sends the Betas hurtling across the room. They land with a crash into the nurses’ station, sending paperwork and computers flying.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t think.
There’s an Alpha in the room and he’s powerful.
His strength is palpable, thrumming through the room like a pulse, wrapping his displeasure around each person’s throat.
I should feel fear; instead, something rouses awake inside me. A slinking, lazy presence glides out of the shadows of my mind and stretches with a jaw-popping yawn.
“Who the hell brought an Alpha going into Blood Lust into my ICU?” shouts an Alpha doctor as he strides into the room.
A Beta soldier climbing to his feet replies, pleading with the doctor. “He needs sedation. Please, he’s a good soldier and he doesn’t need to die.”
The doctor looks down at the raging Alpha, before he nods his head once and shouts an order. “Get him sedated, stat.”
“There’s no point in sedation. He’s too far gone,” a nurse cowering behind the station screeches. “Shoot him already! Before he kills us all.”
An ear-ringing howl of anger rips from the restrained Alpha and, in a show of horrifying strength, each leather strap holding him bursts apart.
The doctor’s face remains stoic, but I can smell the spike of his fear.
A shiver crawls up my spine.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the Alpha. The hairs on my arms stand on end, my Omega pheromones screaming at me toobey. Obey what, I’m not sure. All I know is that the Alpha is in pain and sick. Something in his scent is wrong.
Instinct guides me, answering some silent order to approach the Alpha.
I observe his movements.
His skin is twitching so rapidly, it looks like it’s crawling. His glazed eyes are wide and bloodshot. A spider web of veins bulge at their side, pulsing red.
I hear the screams of terror, but I don’t turn my head. I can’t look away. My whole body is transfixed. I feel like I’m vibrating, as if I’ve stepped on a live wire.
In a blink, the tension in the room ignites and explodes into chaos. A blur of motion, impossible to follow, streaks across the space, a hurricane of violence unleashed upon the unsuspecting Alpha doctor. Fists crash down like relentless hammers.
