Page 39 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
He’s lightning-fast as he hooks his hands under my sweat-soaked underarms and effortlessly lifts me out of the hole. Like I’m light as a feather. A thing he can toss around with ease. My head spins at the physical contact and my pussy clenches unhelpfully.
He grasps my chin in a firm grip, forcing my head up to meet his eyes.
I blanch. His eyes are red.
Bright, blood red.
He takes a deep breath through his nose, inhaling my sweat-infused scent.
His eyes were a subtle burgundy color a moment ago. Rare, but like Omegas, Alphas have unique eye colors which change with powerful emotions.
I’m utterly captivated. They’re so bright, they’re almost iridescent. I never thought red eyes would look so… sultry.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Omega,” he says close to my face through gritted teeth. “None of us have a choice in this little experiment of the General’s, but the only way it’s going to work is if you toe the line. There are rules for a reason. Follow them or face the consequences.”
Right now, consequences feel likeexactlywhat I want to happen.
I can feel the heat of his breath on my face, and with the slightest movement, our lips would brush against each other.
I want to kiss him, to rub my nose along his and drown in the scent of a Prime Alpha. I want to lick his full, plump lips and taste them with my tongue. I want to wrap my legs around his waist and feel his desire between my thighs. A whimper escapes me and a cloud of perfume explodes around us, twisting into the warm afternoon air.
Prime Alpha Knox’s eyes dart down to my exposed neck, his nostrils flare, and he drops his hands from my chin like I’ve scalded him.
He takes four giant steps backwards and resolutely looks away from me. I feel dazed, beyond the bone-aching weariness from the physical labor. My body is fizzling with an awareness that is new to me.
“Omega,” he says, the sudden detachment in his tone causing my heart to clench. “If I ever catch you with your bite collar off again, I’ll lock you in the brig for a week. Am I clear?”
I swallow, my eyes darting to the discarded leather collar sitting on a patch of upturned dirt. I forgot to put it back on.
Looking at the severity on Prime Alpha Knox’s face, I know he’s dead serious about locking me up. After all, what do you do with a dog that slips its collar?
Put it in a cage.
“You have twenty minutes to clean up, then you’re meeting the rest of the team. Word of advice, I’d use that time to scrub yourself down with scent suppressant,” he says, and his eyes dip down to my filthy, sweat soaked body. “Thoroughly.”
I blink back at him, wanting to ask what exactly he means by that, but he’s already striding off towards the camp, his broad spine ramrod straight and his hands clenched into fists.
Frack, he’s such a dickhead. An asshole. Rather than Prime Alpha, his rank should be Prime Asshole.
Looking at my work, I still feel a swell of accomplishment at the sheer amount of dirt I managed to shift on my own. Working in the warehouses back on Barkrood Base always gave me a similar kind of satisfaction after a hard day of moving pallets of supplies, but I’ve always been one of many on a team and the Betas I work with are usually very eager to help out the Omegas. Their instincts to protect and provide for an Omega aren’t as strong as an Alpha’s, but it’s still an urge.
This I did all on my own.
Prime Asshole can’t take that away from me.
Chapter Seventeen
Halley
My body is stiff, my calf muscles protesting as I take lumbering steps towards the bunkhouse. I scoop up my shower supplies and the standard issue scratchy towel buried at the bottom of my pack.
I approach the tent Prime Asshole indicated as the shower, and cringe.
It’s not even a tent, rather a line of pallets on the ground with canvas strung around them as privacy screens.
The shower head is suspended from the swaying branch above and connected to a bucket of cold water below. I take a moment to figure out how to turn on the shower pump, but once it’s going, I regret it.
The water is freezing.
