Well, this is quite the development. I can’t tell if Em and Auryn were going to attack each other earlier or fuck right in front of me, but despite the suppressant, she's still experiencing some seemingly heat-related conflicts. Her scent screams “fuck me,” but her lips snap “fuck you.”
Quite the development indeed.
Unfortunately for Auryn, I'm not as hot-headed as Em. I have an abundance of patience, and with the call I made to Sneed Orion, I have at least a week's time to pass.
I wish I could have bought more time, but it'll have to do. So I sit, and I wait.
At first, Auryn is defiant. Obstinate. Bitchy. It's unusual for an omega, but considering what we suspect about her background, not entirely unexpected. If Sneed and his pack harmed her, it makes sense that she'll be resistant to obeying an alpha.
The only alpha here that she seems to even come close to tolerating is Diego. I don’t know if it's his Latino charm or something else, but he's the only one of us besides Olly that she hasn't tried to kick out of her room.
As the time passes, Auryn starts to fidget. She shifts her weight, sniffles, does her damnedest to avoid eye contact. I stay put in the doorway, unmoving, keeping my direct gaze on the frame in front of me. Sure, I can observe Auryn out of my periphery, but to her it’s gotta look like I’m ignoring her.
After about forty-five minutes, she scoots forward a few inches on the mattress. I pretend not to notice, and soon she scoots some more. It’s hard as hell to keep my expression neutral, because right now she’s like a curious little puppy.
That curiosity is going to work to my benefit. She might not even realize it, but she’s shown more interest in us than she wants to let on. Her questions about my leadership status told me that she’s inquisitive, and her actions now confirm that.
One hour into my shift, and she’s crouched at the foot of the bed, leaning slightly forward, sniffing the air.
Good girl, I think to myself as she sets one foot cautiously on the floor.Come to Gage.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breaking her stubborn silence.
“Sitting.”
The other foot touches down. “Aren’t you bored sitting there?”
“Nope.”
Auryn wrinkles her nose and scowls. “You’re lying. Sitting is boring. You can’t be entertained just sitting.”
She has no idea …
“I’m not here to be entertained. I’m here to watch you.”
“But you’re not watching me. You’re watching the wall.” She stands up and takes a tiny step forward.
I pretend not to notice.
“Maybe the wall’s more fun to watch. The wall doesn’t bitch. The wall just … is.”
She freezes. Clenches her hands into fists at her sides. Trembles slightly. Turns an adorable shade of beet red.
“I’m not your bitch.”
“Hm? Oh, I didn’t say you weremybitch. Justabitch.” I fight the urge to smirk as she starts to growl. “There’s a big difference, you know.”
“Well, if I’m a bitch, then you’re an ass.” She crosses her arms over her chest as if daring me to be angry with her. To react to her little insult. What she doesn’t know about me is that I honestly don’t care if someone calls me names. She could’ve done worse than “ass,” and I still wouldn’t move a muscle.
“How’s your stupid cock?” she snaps, taking a couple more steps. “Bet it hurt when I nailed you. Fucking alpha can’t even protect his own parts.”
She’s almost where I want her. Just a little more.
“It’s fine now. Thank you for asking.”
That gets the reaction I’ve been waiting for. She storms forward and rears back with one hand, palm flat and ready to smack the shit out of me.
Unfortunately for her, I’m prepared. I catch her wrist mid-strike, surging up from my position on the floor and twisting, kicking the door shut with one foot while the other pivots, spinning us both around until I’ve got her pressed against the very wall I’ve been staring at. Auryn screeches in shock and tries to wriggle free, but it’s no use. She’s pinned.
