Page 147 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
I frown. Whenever he gets that look, he’s done something fucking weird.
Brilliant, but weird.
Blaze pulls on a length of rope he’s slung over an overhead branch, and two bodies are hoisted up by their bound wrists behind him. They sway in the air, like two wraiths sent as warning messengers.
The other Alphas scream in horror, not knowing their comrades are only unconscious, not dead. It also confirms they’re not experienced soldiers, probably barely set foot on a battlefield.
I roll my eyes at Blaze’s theatrics, but I can’t deny it’s effective. The band of inexperienced Alphas look like they’re about to shit their pants.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” an Alpha closest to us chants, the vise-grip of rut losing out to abject fear.
“Don’t kill us!”
“We’re sorry, the Omega just smelled so good.”
I nod, and infuse an Alpha Command into my words. “You will leave this forest and not return. Tell no one of our presence here. Do I make myself clear?”
Even if they don’t tell a soul, the site is compromised, and we’ll be leaving ASAP.
Sounds of affirmation rumble through the group, voices shaking with terror.
I level them with a glare, inspecting each of them for any dissent.
My gaze freezes on an Alpha off to the side. He’s standing away from the others, and he’s foaming at the mouth. His eyes whirl in their sockets, and red veins bulge at the sides.
Ah, fuck.
Blood Lust.
The situation just went from a simple deescalation to ‘stay the fuck alive.’
Blaze straightens beside me as he notices the stray Alpha.
“Ah, rut-damned fuck,” he sighs, raising his radio. “Shade, we have a code red down here. We’re going to need long-distance support.”
“Roger. Getting into position. Over.”
I look at the other seven Alphas and they’re just as alarmed by their buddy’s current state as I am.
The Alpha closest to him says, “Frank? What are y—”
Whatever Frank has been up to, he’s seen enough blood and violence to drown himself in Blood Lust. This merry band of fuckers might not be as innocent as they seem.
A frothy snarl rips from Frank, and he dives towards his friend. He uses his shoulder as a battering ram and drives the Alpha into the ground. His arms work fast, hands squeezing andhis teeth sinking into the Alpha’s neck. Wet gurgling sounds are drowned out by the Alpha’s shrieks.
Shit.
So much for no paperwork.
Shouts of alarm echo around the forest as the six remaining Alphas scatter to get away. Claps of gunshots resound from a pistol as one of the intruders try to shoot the feral Alpha. They miss, dirt kicking up and drawing attention to the shooter. The last one in the chamber hits the feral Alpha in his shoulder, but he barely flinches. Bullets don’t stop an Alpha in Blood Lust unless you put one between their eyes.
The pistol clicks – the magazine is empty.
A wet thump, spray of blood, and the Alpha with the gun is dead. In a flash, the feral Alpha darts off after one of his fleeing comrades. The scream is piercing, but the following silence is worse.
Blaze rolls his shoulders beside me and licks his lips. “Finally, some proper action. If I can’t fuck our Omega, I’ll have to fuck up this dude.”
I exhale in amusement at the psycho fucker. I don’t disagree with his statement. I’m strung out and full of anger with nowhere to go. Time to make someone bleed.
