The stranger scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Pack? That what you’re calling yourselves now? What a joke. There’s no such thing. Just admit you like sucking each other off and sharing a cunt."
‘Don’t react to him. Don’t make eye contact. The others are coming,’Shade says, slow and calm. I shuffle closer to his broad back, clutching his shirt in my sweaty fist.
"The bitch isn't claimed, and she smells breedable." He takes another step towards us, cocking his head. "Move aside Beta, you can't give her what she needs."
He grasps his crotch and squeezes the bulge of his partially inflated knot.
I fight down my revulsion, forcing myself to access my Omega Command. But it’s not like in the training room where I can focus. My fear and primal instinct to submit to the dominance pouring off the Alpha is overwhelming. I can’t get a hold of my anger under the waves of fear begging me to submit.
“This bitch needs a knot. Don't you, lovely? A big fat knot to fill that tight cunt. Are you a cock hungry little Omega bitch? Is that why you spread your legs for a whole squad?”
The wind blows and I gag on his scent. The potent testosterone and possessive pheromones are inescapable.
‘Viper!’I call. My inner voice feels faint and pointless, dissolving like a wisp of smoke.
Fear has sunk its fangs deep into me.
What is the point of an all-powerful Omega Command if I can’t use it when I need it most?
He lunges for me, hand outstretched.
Shade strikes, his combat knife stabbing the Alpha’s gut.
Blood droplets hit the cobblestones with wet splats.
The Alpha snorts and wrenches the knife free.
He tosses it aside without looking and it skitters across the stone with a metallic screech, coming to rest at my feet.
He looks up with a smirk. “Was that supposed to hurt?”
Frack, frack,frackity, frack.
Thisis what makes Alphas so frightening.
It’s why I spent over a decade in a protected compound, avoiding any interaction with this designation. A Beta and an Omega don't stand a chance against him. He'll turn us to mincemeat in a flash.
Shade doesn't seem perturbed, and coldly remarks, "That's the only warning you'll get. If you touch her, you'll regret it. I promise."
I tighten my hand in his shirt, once again trying to drag my Command to the fore. It won’t budge.
The Alpha isn't paying attention to Shade anymore. He's fixated on me. His expression is a disturbing mix of leering arousal and sneering disdain. It’s a strange mixture of hatred and desire.
"You smell so needy, girlie. Don't worry, if my cock isn't enough, I won’t let you go without. I'll share my Omega… for a price. The other Alphas here will keep you stuffed full. You can call us a Pack if it makes you feel better about having all your holes plugged.”
"I would rather run through nettles naked, you fracking asshat," the insult spills from me before I can stop myself. The anger fades as quickly as it rose, slipping through my fingers like sand before I can get a hold of it.
The soldier blinks, and then his face contorts with rage.
Shade sighs.'Baby girl, please don't antagonize the homicidal Alpha.'
'Ah… Sorry?'
The Alpha’s eyes dilate, and his nostrils flare. He doesn't like a Beta threatening him, and likes an Omega insulting him even less.
His muscles ripple and bunch with tension as he prepares to pounce again.
"Stupid bitch," he roars. "You need to learn your place. I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you."
