“Yeah, we know that already. That’s why you lot keep making me do jumping jacks and throwing me around the sparring mat.”
There are extensive notes typed underneath each of the data points that outline the triggers. Shade’s notes include endless logic loops as he tries to determine what external factors contribute to my submissive or dominant state.
“We have to find a better way of summoning your O-space. The enemy won’t wait for us to get you the right level of stressed to use your Omega Command, and it has to be a different trigger to what sends you submissive. I love it when you’re my sweet girl, but we can’t risk you falling to the wrong side of O-space in the middle of a battle.”
I nod.
He’s right. There has to be a fast and fool-proof way to use my Omega Command. One where I’m in control from the beginning, and not the insidious power. General Stone was right, immediate life-threatening danger awoke it, but I wasn’t prepared and quickly lost control.
We talk about the way certain stimuli make me feel, using the data to steer us towards a solution.
It’s clear that arousal almost always sends my O-space into my submissive side. Mental and emotional exhaustion also fuel my need for comfort and security.
Shade smirks a little to himself, and mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, “Needy girl.”
However, other than life-threatening situations, it’s anger and frustration that are almost a sure-fire Command trigger.
“If we rule out Knox being a complete dickhead to you, what gets you angry Halley?”
I take my time, sifting through the thoughts that make my chest tighten.
“I dunno… I try not to think about those things.”
Shade doesn’t rush me, just sits beside me as a steady support.
“I guess, I get frustrated when I think about how Omegas are treated.”
He hums and nods. “And if you were to think about that now, do you think that alone would be enough to summon O-space?”
“I’m not sure. It… it might,” I shrug.
“Alright, let’s get to the training room and find out what really drives your Command.”
“C’mon, baby girl. What makes you angry?” Shade goads from the sidelines.
I’m on the sparring mat again, and for the first time in a week, the whole Pack is here.
Even Knox.
He’s been on “guard duty” more times than not.Liar, liar, pants-on-fire.
I’ve been at this for an hour, trying to get myself worked up enough to tip into O-space without external interference.
Blaze and Viper are tossing knives between them from boredom.
“I don’t know,” I mumble. Truthfully, I’m not sure how to get angryon purpose.
I squeeze my eyes tight and try to focus.
Anger.
It’s an emotion I’ve spent years choking down. Swallowing it whole. Anger is useless. That’s what I told myself. What is the point of being mad at a world that would never change?
But the truth is, I’ve been angry since the day I was born.
The second I opened my purple eyes, the world decided who I was. An Omega. Destined to be an object. A thing. My future was never mine. It belongs to anyone stronger, louder, or crueler.
My family made that clear.
