She lets him lead her. She fucking lets himlead her.
I’m not entirely sure if it’s because she hates alphas or if she genuinely just likes Olly. Maybe a little of column A and column B.
Still, he walks her into the cell, and the second she’s in, I hipcheck him. He cries out as his body slams into the wall, and I lock the cell quickly. Auryn rushes the door, but the electric shock sends her backward, and she whimpers as she falls on her ass, her wet dress sliding up her thighs to expose her sweet-smelling cunt.
Fuck. Somehow her underwear got torn in the tussle to bring her in.
My alpha gets one whiff, and my entire body tenses. Olly curses as he sits up.
“Fuck, Emmett, was that necessary?” he bites out, rubbing his shoulder.
I turn to him with a snarl, and his eyes widen.
Auryn rushes the door again.
“Yes,” I say bitterly. He rubs his arm. “Now get the fuck out of here, Olivander. Go do what you’re supposed to do,” I snap. “What your job is. Leave the omega to an alpha.”
Auryn growls, rushing the door again, getting jolted backward.
Olly’s eyebrows furrow, and for a moment he looks hurt, but then that look is replaced by the expressionless, stoic face I know.
“Of course. I need to check on Gage, make sure he’s all right.” He stands, shoulders hunched as he looks from me to Auryn. She stops in her tracks, caught like a deer in the headlights. Her pained expression is not lost on me.
“Don’t worry,” he says softly. “I’ll be back. I will need to assess you, once you’ve calmed down.”
And then he turns around and just…
Walks out. Leaving Auryn and me alone.
It seems like forever until one of us speaks, and it’s me.
I can’t stand the silence.
She stares at me from the back end of the cage, near the large queen size bed. She looks at it with disgust before glaring back at me.
“There’s a bathroom in the en suite. If you, uh…”
“Why should I trust you?” she asks, fidgeting with her dress. In the light of the cell, she looks awful. Drenched, dirty, hair a mess.
She looks…feral.
“Why shouldn’t you?” I ask because fuck, aren’t omegas, like, supposed to be drawn to us?
She grits her teeth, and I can tell she’s in pain, but she fights it. Another thick, heady scent of perfume hits, and I have to stifle the groan and my twitching cock, because now is certainly not the time, and she’s not…mine.
She’s a target, a mark. It doesn’t matter how good she smells or looks, or how she’s driving my alpha crazy.
She is notmine.
She’s Orion’s. The directive was clear. Dead or alive, but preferably alive and untouched.
Okay, maybe the last part wasn’t spoken out loud, but it was pretty damn clear.
The purr that escapes my throat is involuntary.
She looks up at me for the briefest moment, eyes glistening before she turns away.
“Because not all alphas are assholes,” I say honestly. It’s clear she has something against my kind, though what and why, I can’t be sure.
