If Blaze saw Prime Alpha Zero, does that mean he saw me use my Omega Command on him?
Did they see how out of control I became?
Shame washes over me, hot and sticky, and sweat beads on my forehead.
Shade hums. “Yes, great question. And who were those soldiers you were with?”
I have no idea how to explain Blackgate Fortress, or how I have become entangled in yet another of General Stone’s experiments. I stare at my bloodied boots.
The silence is deafening.
"Fine, keep your secrets for now," Shade relents. "Then tell me this, if not the military, then where is yourloverso we can take you to him?"
Oh frack.
Is that what they think? That I’ve shacked up with the first Prime Alpha I could get my claws into. Is that how they see me? Some ruthless seductress?
I bury the insult, blink away the tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
"We have a hospital. If you have a map, I can show you the way."
"We? Who the fuck iswe?" Blaze clips.
I've missed him so much. His silly jokes, and how creative and devious his mind is, the cheeky grin he’d shoot me before playing a prank.
Except, he’s not smiling now.
He’s baring his teeth, the muscles in his neck straining. His pale orbs are fixed on me, but there is something not quite right about his stare. It's like he's looking, but not seeing me, not really.
We hit a large pothole, and I'm thrown forward, slamming into Blaze's shoulder.
A feral noise comes from his mouth, and he shoves me away like I’ve burned him.
The back of my head slams into the wall, and my head rings while I gape in shock.
“Sorry!” I hear myself simpering, confused but very aware that an angry Alpha is nothing to be trifled with. I curl up on myself, pulling my knees to my chest, wincing as I graze the newly healed pink flesh of my wound.
Not willing to continue being thrown about the cab, I crawl into a seat and fumble around until I find a seat belt and click myself into place.
Blaze and I barely touched before he shoved me away, but his scent lingers on my sleeve.
Rut, even though he’s being cruel, I can’t stop my inner Omega from howling for the reassuring scent of my long-lost mate.
I bring the cuff to my nose and inhale.
Smoke and charcoal… and there is something new. It’s like scorched steel. Explosive and dangerous.
He’s changed.
They all have.
Maybe I don’t know these soldiers at all.
Knox shifts, the color coming back to his cheeks even as he speaks between pained breaths. "I'm not… my squad… won’t go somewhere blind."
The message is clear.
They don’t trust me. Not anymore.
