Page 33 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“Do you understand?” he says again, his voice louder.
“I-I understand.”
“No.” I flinch. His voice is like a crack of a whip, striking with stinging force. “You will address me as Prime Alpha Knox, or sir. This is your only warning. Try again.”
“I understand,sir.” My back molars ache as I clench my teeth together and grit through the words.
He looks down at me for a long moment with an unreadable expression on his face. I still don’t make eye contact, not wanting to disrespect or challenge him. In my peripheral vision, I notice a thin, white scar that runs over the bridge of his nose and onto each cheek. It’s old, healed, and perfectly symmetrical. It’s odd. I thought Alphas didn’t scar.
My fingers twitch with the need to touch it… soothe it… make it better.
Knox eventually moves and produces something from behind his back. There’s a hesitance in his movements, and I’m desperately curious about what is making this purposeful man reluctant.
In his large, callused hands rests a thick leather strap with a metal clasp. Hanging in the middle is a small tag attached that reads ‘Sparkles.’
A collar. It’s a freaking collar, like a dog wears. With a dog’s name on the tag.
I blink.
“From this moment on, you will wear this bite collar at all times. For your safety and ours.”
I look up at his handsome face, searching for the humor. There is nothing but his consistent steely, steadfast scowl.
My heart races, a wild stallion galloping against my ribs. Each breath is a shallow gasp, as if the air has thinned and turned elusive. My hands tremble. Edges of my vision become hazy. This can’t be real. It has to be some sick, twisted joke.
White hot outrage and anger bursts from within me.
“I won’t wear a collar like an animal!” I shriek, backpedaling and pointing at the leather strap laying on his outstretched palm like it’s a venomous snake.
His eyes narrow and his fingers curl the collar into a vise.
“Calm yourself, Omega Sparks. You will do as I say while you are part of my team.”
“Like frack I will! You’re not putting that thing on me.” I jab my finger at the offending object.
“You’re a soldier under my command and youwillobey me.”
His words send chills running along every inch of skin exposed. He’s an asshole. His words are crude and purposely inflammatory, but he’s right.
Alpha Prime Knox is the authority figure here. He’s in control of my fate. He owns me.
“And if I refuse?” My voice is hoarse and weak.
Long strides eat up the short distance between us in a flash. He looms over me, his large body towering, making me feel insignificant. His scent is heavy in the air, like a freshly penned letter and a spice bazaar. The simmering attraction is still there, and it makes me angrier.
“Make no mistake, Omega Sparks. Your designation changes nothing.” His voice dips lower, the deep vibrations felt between my thighs. “You’re just another soldier to me, and I’ll punish you like one.”
His huge hand clamps down at the back of my neck, squeezing tightly in a distinct submissive hold, and I immediately go limp.
My stomach flips and breath hitches as his touch sends a jolt of electricity through me. This is how an Alpha commands submission from his Omega.
His fingers are so close to my gland. So close.
With nimble fingers, he buckles the collar around my throat. One side dips lower and covers the delicate bend between myneck and shoulder. The cool leather presses into my mating gland.
A whimper slips from my lips.
It’s pitiful and uncontrolled. My gland is hyper sensitive, and having a foreign object touching it is sending me into overdrive.
