Page 51 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“Prepare yourself, Omega Sparks,” Prime Alpha Knox says.
I gulp, nodding my head once in a jerky fashion.
“Go.”
I take off towards the tires and hop my way through them. My breasts bounce uncomfortably. The bra I arrived in popped a wire digging yesterday and I had to resort to wearing the regulation sports bra provided.
Just another thing not designed for an Omega. Without missing a beat, I hold both breasts with my hands, using them for support as I bound over the tires.
I’m already breathing heavily by the time I reach the other side, but don’t slow down. With my short legs and low center of gravity, tackling the balance beam is easy. I’m over and on the other side in a flash. Years of balancing on warehouse shelves is paying off dividends.
I’m feeling good about myself as I come up to the two stacked wooden crates.
Viper is standing next to them, his large arms crossed over his chest, and my belly flips at the sight of his imposing stature.
I glance nervously at him from under my eyelashes.
He must interpret my glances as confusion, because he points at the boxes and grunts, “Jump.”
Jump?
I stare up at the looming box tower.
I’m sure for someone of Alpha height, it’d be simple to scale, but for me, it’s higher than I can reach. I look back at him with an incredulous expression, and he averts his gaze and shrugs. The message is clear,‘figure it out, pipsqueak.’
“I… It’s too high,” I pant, reaching up to try to grab the top lip. I have to jump before my fingertips even graze the edge. What do they expect me to do here? I can’t magically grow.
I look over at Shade, his eyes already fixed on me. I raise an eyebrow at him in exasperation and he raises one back. No helpwhatsoever. I guess that’s what I get for thinking one of them is on my side.
From above, a loud thump rings out and I spin back to see Blaze perched on top of the tower, squatting on the edge with an amused expression. More evidence that he is a fracking cat disguised as an Alpha. I didn’t even see him move, let alone get on top of the tower.
“Come on, Sparkles. You were doing so well, this is the easiest one,” he says down at me in an unexpected tone. It’s softer, and a tingle of pleasure starts at my head and ends on my toes.
I like his praise. A lot.
I hear Prime Asshole’s feet shuffling in the gravel, and I grit my teeth. I won’t give him the satisfaction of giving up.
My first try is useless, my arms too weak to pull myself up, but I learn. The second time I get more of a run up and practically throw myself at the wall with a resonate thud, resulting with me sprawled in the dirt at the base. Blaze releases an amused laugh, and I poke my tongue out at him, which only makes him cackle louder.
I dust myself off.
On my third try, I manage to get a good grip, and I swing my thigh up high enough to hook a knee over the edge, and then I use my strong, thick thighs to hold on while I scramble up. I’m gasping for air as I reach the top, sweat pouring out of me, and I shake from exertion. Blaze’s hands are there, bracing me as I kneel on top of the tower in case I go tumbling off the side. His icy eyes watch me with an encouraging twinkle. Another surprise from Blaze. I thought for sure he’d enjoy my failure with the others, but he’s been my biggest encouragement.
“Interference,” Shade calls out, tapping at the tablet like he’s recording the facts of the transgression down.
“Blaze, get the fuck down. No helping the Omega,” Prime Asshole calls. The prick isn’t even using my name anymore, just my designation.
Blaze shoots me a wink before jumping elegantly off the box, and I’m suddenly breathless for an entirely different reason. He really is incredibly handsome, and the way he moves makes me think of how he’d move in bed.
I watch him saunter to stand beside Viper, who is already waiting at the next obstacle, and shake myself out of my hormone stupor. It’s too late. My panties are damp and my core is aching despite my physical exertion.
I take my time to carefully lower myself down the tower. The last thing I want is to hurt myself. It’s an arduous task that requires upper body strength, and I’m relieved when I feel solid ground beneath my feet again.
“You’re moving too slow,” Prime Asshole states, and I’m back to running. Well, more like a steady jog. I’m a bit more hesitant in my steps as I approach the hanging rope. My shoulders ache, and my arms shake.
It reminds me of the rope swing that hung over the small lake on my family property. I’d been terrified to swing out over the lake for years until my cousin challenged me. My stubborn streak flared, and I’d sailed out over the lake with a triumphant shout. We’d spent the afternoon chasing each other, daring the other to do it again. It’s one of the few positive memories I have of my cousin. Not long after, I hit puberty and became the family pariah.
“What are you stopping for? Get moving,” Knox clips.
