The Omega is the fault line. The hesitation must be hers. She is making it difficult. Complicating what should be simple biology with her endless emotions, her moral agonizing, her incessant need for autonomy.
If I continue to wait for Halley Sparks to fulfill her purpose, we may all be lost.
I cannot order Prime Alpha Knox to claim her. I cannot command love, or loyalty, or instinct.
But Icanstoke the fire. I can use every last thread of Alpha instinct inside him and pull it taut. I can drive him to the edge of control and let nature finish the task.
Let’s see how long he resists once his primal side is given the right kind of push.
I summon my most loyal Beta captain into my office. She enters swiftly, posture crisp, gaze lowered in practiced respect.
“Progress report?” I inquire, folding my hands with deliberate patience.
“Target took the bait and has engaged,” she replies with a curt nod.
I hum, pleased.
Sometimes, war is not won with strength, but with subtlety. With rot in the roots rather than fire at the gates. Sometimes, you have to play dirty.
Fear is a powerful bonding element, so is an Alphas protective instincts. Let’s see if another brush with danger can’t speed things along.
One way or another, I will create the Pack I promised Dolores.
And Omega Halley Sparks will fall in line.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Halley
A tingle of dread crawls down my spine as the Alpha stalks closer.
His eyes, that awful shade of molten orange, are locked on me. There’s no kindness in them, only hunger. The kind that makes my inner Omega curl in on herself.
Not our Alpha,she whines.
“An Omega needs an Alpha, not some limp-dick Beta,” he sneers, his voice thick with arrogant certainty. Like he’s already decided how this ends.
Recognition jolts through me.
I remember him. It’s the Alpha who refused the Pack entry when they arrived after rescuing me. He speaks in the same snide tone, dripping with derision and laced with disdain.
Shade steps in front of me, solid and unyielding, a living barricade between me and the Alpha with the growing smirk.
'Stay behind me,'his voice rings in my mind.
“She’s not interested,” he growls, tone low and lethal.
“Is that right, girlie?” the Alpha calls, and he takes another step closer, his nostrils flaring. He inhales deeply, groaning as he catches my scent, and my heart races in fear. “‘Cause from where I’m standing, you smell like you’re fucking gagging for a fat knot.”
I’ve grown complacent. Even if my suppressants aren’t working, I could have at least used my scent-canceling soap more. Washed the alluring scent that calls to Alphas from my skin.
I’m too used tomyAlphas. The ones who check their strength, who pull back when I flinch, who listen when I say no. I forgot I was taught to fear Alphas. To cower and hide from them.
This one won’t show restraint.
“No claim means she’s fair game,” he says in a sing-song voice and it makes my stomach twist.
“Fuck off. She's my Pack's Omega.”
