So, instead of fighting the Command, I lean into it. I let his authority wash over me.
If it’s obedience he wants, I’ll give it to him.
His eyes are glowing red, the color of rage and blood, and once I have his complete attention, I make a performance of lowering my eyes to his feet respectfully.
Following my instincts, I bend my knees to appear smaller and tilt my head, showing submission in the most primal sense.
He sucks in a deep intake of air.
I realize an Alpha Command isn’t about the words, but the intention behind them. By submitting to him, the force of his Command wavers, the compulsion satisfied by my submission, not caring the initial command wasn’t fulfilled.
Slowly, the tugging at my navel subsides, and I take a deep breath. My hands are shaking from the exertion.
I raise my eyes and straighten my spine. I arrange my features into a blank slate and reply coolly, deciding to ignore his failed attempt at controlling me, knowing it’ll be a final ‘screw you’ to his fragile ego.
“Sir, this is my issued uniform. I have nothing else to wear.”
I’m unnerved by his burning stare but summon the last of my waning bravado. I spread my legs and tuck my hands behind my back in a mirror of his stance. It makes my breasts threaten to burst from the shirt, and when his eyes dart down to my chest, my nipples respond to the attention.
His nostrils flare, and I internally smirk.
I’ve won this mini-standoff.
He might be a powerful Prime Alpha, but he’s controlled by his biology just like the rest of us.
“I wouldn’t presume to give you an order,sir,” I purr the title, “but perhaps ordering a soldier’s uniform that fits an Omega might be a solution.”
His eyes dart back up to mine and I can see the moment he realizes he lost the game we were playing. It’s disbelief followed by flaming anger. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose and expels it with force, huffing like a bull preparing to charge.
He takes a large step closer, staring down at me with a predatory rage.
Regret slams into me.
I can practically hear Dazz groaning in frustration,‘I told you not to enrage the hot unhinged Alpha!’
He’s definitely going to kill me.
I try not to flinch as I wait for his retaliation.
“Knox!” A sharp bark from the entrance snaps him out of his trance, and I take the opportunity to scramble backwards, my ass bumping into the table, spilling the stew from the bowl.
The Beta storms forward and stands between us.
“That’s enough, Omega Sparks,” the Beta snips, disappointment dancing in his beautiful, heavily lashed eyes. “I’ll place an order for a new uniform with your measurements.”
What is happening? He’s behaving like he’s protecting Knox fromme.As if I were the one flinging around Alpha Commands and preparing to murder innocent Omegas.
“In the meantime, you are to wear the clothes you arrived in today,” he says, his eyes roving over my body like it’s a loaded weapon. His eyes linger on my still puckered nipples before looking away quickly.
“Yes, sir,” I murmur. The wind is out of my sails and I don’t like the look of betrayal the Beta is giving me, as if I’ve done something heinous. I want to pout, point at Knox, and shout,‘he started it!’
Movement in my periphery drags my awareness to the rest of the space. My focus had slimmed down to nothing but Prime Alpha Knox, but as we’d fought for dominance, we’d attracted an audience.
It’s time to meet the team.
Chapter Eighteen
Halley
