Page 30 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
The pressure of his gaze is drilling into me with increasing intensity.
I have no clue what comes next. I feel like I’m standing on a precipice, staring down into the unknown. Taking three steadying breaths, I immediately regret my decision.
His scent is dizzying.
The intoxicating smell of ink and spices instantly clouds my head. My body sways, drawn to him like a magnet.
I swallow a whimper as he looks me up and down, assessing.
“Omega Sparks.” I startle at the deepness of his voice. “Follow.”
My body feels like a rubber band, stretched to the point of snapping and ready to break. I don’t know how to react. I don’t know what’s expected of me.
I stand frozen, my feet rooted to the ground.
“I–I’m to report to Prime Alpha Knox,” I say, stammering my way through my words. My mind is still sitting in the back of the cab in the dark.
The Alpha’s nostrils flare as he glares at me. His mouth sets in a hard line, and his brows furrow. He seems pissed off by my presence, like he hates me without knowing me. It’s not how I thought my firstofficial,non-life-or-death meeting with an unmated Alpha would go. I wasn’t too sure how in control either of us would be.
I shouldn’t have worried.
It seems like control isn’t a concern for this particular Alpha.
“We don’t have all day. Come now,” he growls at me before he spins in his polished combat boots and strides towards the camp.
I blink, his abruptness leaving me dazed and confused. After a moment of hesitation, I scoop up my backpack and skitter after the retreating Alpha. His steps are long and purposeful, each footfall sending a shockwave through the ground beneath my feet.
I feel like a baby deer stumbling along, barely able to keep up. A tiny little thing with no place in this world. For every one of his steps, my legs pump thrice.
He pauses after a few meters and looks back at me.
“Keep up.” His tone is sharp and accusing.
I flush with embarrassment and hurriedly try to find a pace that doesn’t leave me gasping for air.
Four tents stand in a neat row from one end of the space to the other. Their dusky olive green color blends with the foliage seamlessly.
He leads me straight to the largest tent in the middle. I glance around, trying to gain my bearings, and my alarm continues to grow over the lack of movement in the camp.
Where are all the soldiers?
I was told I’d be joining a team. Surely that means a group of Beta soldiers led under the leadership of this Prime Alpha.
The Alpha stops at the entrance to the large tent and pauses. He looks over his shoulder at me and purses his lips. His eyes scan me, and I have to stop myself from fidgeting under his gaze.
“Don’t touch anything,” he snarls, as if he expects me to act like an errant child and paw at every object within my reach.
He lifts the flap of the tent, and I follow him inside.
A wall of scent hits me, and I stagger to a halt.
The air is thick with the most intoxicating blend of aromas.
I blink rapidly, swallow my pooling saliva, and take in the five beds arranged on the outskirts of the tent.
It’s sleeping quarters.
And the heady scent is unmistakably unmated Alpha.
