The Prime Alpha is watching, and I refuse to prove his assumptions about weak Omegas right.
“That’s it. She’s done the preliminary test.” Shade steps back and shows the others the results on his tablet.
I’m not paying attention to a rut-damned thing they’re doing or saying. Instead, I sink to the ground, roll onto my stomach spread-eagled and press my face into the sun-warmed dirt and let the spindly blades of grass stick to my sweaty face.
I’m done.
Out of all and any energy. I’ve never felt an exhaustion like this before, even after a rough heat. Even after spending three sleepless nights in a jail cell followed by a harrowing trip in a nondescript vehicle.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as Knox studies the tablet screen, his expression unreadable.
“Viper, get the Omega up. She needs to redo the push-ups, this data is inconclusive.”
My brow furrows. They can’t possibly expect me to do any more. I can’t move. Frack, I can barely suck in air through my burning lungs.
A large, muscled figure looms over me. I can’t lift my head. At this point, I don’t care what they do to me, as long as I don’t have to move under my own steam.
“On your feet, Omega. Let’s go,” Knox orders, a hint of Alpha Command shivering through his tone.
I whimper, shake my head, and grip the grass, holding it like it’s my lifeline. I can’t comply, and it hurts.
“Viper, get her up.”
I’m lifted to my feet and the world spins. Viper attempts to place me on my feet, but they’re not cooperating.
These Alphas are silly.
Surely they can see that my legs are made of jelly.
Wibbly-wobbly jelly.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
My brain is foggy, but a primal part of me feels safe with the big Alpha holding me against his chest, our recent history linking us together in an inexplicable way. All I know is he will keep me safe from the crazy man holding the tablet, so I lean into his solid body.
“Omega Sparks, stand at attention.”
I mumble incoherently, shaking my head in refusal, and press my face deeper into the enormous heated chest. Viper stiffens momentarily before relaxing.
“Omega Sparks, do not disobey a direct order.Get down and give me twenty.”Knox uses a full Alpha Command but this time, I barely flinch.
It’s like I’ve drawn strength from Viper’s touch. Defying his order isn’t painful or a struggle, it slides off me like water on canvas.
Shade sighs. “Knox. Stop. Look at her. She’s had enough.”
Viper’s deep baritone rumbles through his chest. “Halley?”
My eyes crack open at the sound of my first name, and I tilt my head up to see the blurry outline of Viper’s face. It feels so much like when I lay on his chest in that hospital room, drowsy from the mind-blowing orgasm he coaxed from my body.
His pupils are blown wide, the inky black swallowing his pretty dark green irises, and his head is tilted down at me. My name on his lips sounds so right, and I yearn to hear it again.
“Are you okay, Halley?”
I can’t help the grin that splits my face. He said my name again!
He’s been treating me like I’m nothing more than a faceless soldier, and I latch onto any form of familiarity he’ll give me. I want to hear him say my name on a groan of ecstasy as he brings us both to climax again.
“This feels nice,” I hear myself slur.
