“No,” I say solidly. “No one commands me.”
It’s the truth. No one can control me, no matter how hard they try.
And fuck, have they tried.
Gage smirks. “I see that.”
“What do you want?” I ask, folding my hands in my lap.
Gage doesn’t move from the doorway. He leans against the frame, leaving the door wide open.
“I just want to talk.”
“Talk?” I scoff. “The commanding alpha wants totalk?”
He nods.
I turn away from him. “Not in the mood,alpha,” I bite.
I expect him to push me, to rush my space and force me.
Maybe part of me wants that, though I hate to admit it. His thick bourbon scent hits me, and I have to stifle the groan that wants to escape me. My insides twist, and my pussy clenches at the scent. God, he smells so fucking good. My mouth waters.
The desire is there, like it usually is during my heat, but it’s…muted. Like it’s there, just beyond the gates holding it back.
Suppressant. Olly said it would suppress my desire, my heat.
It’s been mere hours since I’ve been suppressed, and I have to admit I feel…
Stable. There is no pain, no cramps, no aching need.
But there is desire.
The faintest desire to present my ass to this alpha and beg for his knot.
But I won’t. I can fight it, and that itself is a victory if anything.
“That’s fine,” Gage says apathetically. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I see him slide to the ground. He extends one leg out, while pulling the other up to his chest. He sits there, in the doorway, lazily. Like he doesn’t have anything better to do.
He’s challenging me.
He thinks this is a game.
I scoff, giving him my back.
He’s not any different than the other alphas, I tell myself.
He thinks he can play nice and undermine me; he has another thing coming.
Game on, Gage.
Game fucking on.
Chapter 10
Gage
