Page 82 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Or, Lieutenant Viper didn’t mount me and stroke my sopping slit.
Or, Prime Alpha Knox didn’t hold me and tell me how good I smell.
They’re pretending like it never happened, and it’s more frustrating than Knox telling me I hold a pen too tight. There is a heaviness within me that closely resembles hurt. I thought we were a team, working together to solve my little O-space issue.
I was wrong.
When I asked, Knox gave me one of his patented stares and simply said, “Not yet.”
When I asked again a few days later, he made me dig another hole. “You haven’t learned this lesson yet. I told you ‘not yet,’ and that should be the end of your questioning.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making a snarky remark. The others have followed his lead, obeying his command with unwavering loyalty. But why would I blindly follow the words of an Alpha who has done nothing to earn my trust?
I feel lonelier now than ever before.
I miss my Omegas.
As each day passes, their absence weighs on me more heavily. I miss the little things, like how Embers hair always smelled of coconut despite using the same standard issue shampoo as the rest of us. Or, the way Flicker would play with my fingers, threading them with hers while we talked. I miss how Dazz always made me laugh, even when I was in a sour mood. But most of all, I miss their hugs, the scent of their skin, and thecomfort of being in the arms of someone who understands what it’s like to be an Omega.
The Alphas are so strange to me. They have their own secrets and rituals that I don’t understand. It’s like they speak a different language, one that’s full of growls and grunts and unspoken rules that I’m not privy to.
I can picture the four of us Omegas, sitting in our deck chairs with our silly little twirly straws sipping on fruity drinks, laughing about how handsome but odd these Alphas are.
The vision fades and a pang of loneliness hits me again. I miss the comfort of being around my people.
I sigh and set about fulfilling my Prime Alpha’s latest order.
After a day of soulless tasks and criticism, for some unknowable reason, Prime Asshole sent me off to the nearby babbling stream to fill five canteens of water.
Even though today wasn’t as physically demanding as previous days of cardio training, I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted.
As I lug the heavy containers across the clearing, my vision takes on a fluffy edge, and Knox looks much less intimidating than he probably wants to. In fact, in my drowsy state, he looks damn near cuddly.
He’d storm off in a huff if he knew what I’m thinking.
I giggle under my breath, and he shoots me a perplexed look.
As I pass by the shower, I hear the distinct patter of water falling, and the scent of gunpowder lets me know Viper is inside. My steps waver, begging me to slip in beside him and take comfort from his powerful body. When I’m not feeling well, my Omega instinctively reaches for him. She knows he’ll take care of me in more ways than one.
The problem is, after the chase, he won’t look at me. He’s keeping his distance. I catch glimpses of him like he’s a skittish ghost haunting the campsite.
I chew on the inside of my lip and try to concentrate on what Knox is telling me.
“You’ve got to be comfortable making a fire in any condition. It can mean life or death,” he drawls. We’ve already gone over fire building twice this week, but he wants to make sure I have the skill down to a science before he moves onto the next lesson. The equipment makes it startlingly easy, but when Knox watches me with those burgundy eyes of his, I get flustered and I make mistakes.
I’m flooded with memories of his body pressed against mine, his strong arms crushing me to the hard planes of his body. The hot heat of his nose trailing along my sweat soaked skin, savoring my scent.
“Tonight, you’re cooking our dinner,” he declares.
I shake my head, dragging myself from my sultry memories, and register his order.
Ah, frack.
If I know one thing about soldiers, it’s you don’t mess with their food.
I’ve seen how ravenous this squad gets after a day of training. Knox and Viper are especially voracious. It’s probably because of how big they are. They burn a frack-ton of calories to sustain their massive frames.
‘They’re hungry for something not on the menu.’I ignore my Omega’s horny interlude.
