People were getting angry. Her need to escape made them assume she had done something wrong, and they pushed her toward the alpha, who reached over the barrier and plucked her out of the line as if he were picking up a naughty kitten.
"By the rod, what are you doing, girlie? You causing trouble in my line? You slowing things down and causing a disturbance?"
Trembling in real fear, the smoky smell of his displeasure filling her nostrils, she kept her eyes on the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. I forgot my data pad at home. I'm supposed to be someplace by now, and I think I'm going to get into trouble."
It was a jumbled mess of half-truths, but she managed to speak them and even add in a few tears.
"Well, girlie, I'm not unreasonable. Let me see your mark and I'll walk you out of the line." He stepped into her space, reached for her wrist, and smelled her.
The change in his body, his smell, his intent, was instant. He went from agreeable to hungry and lust filled in less than two seconds. Peppery and hot, his foreign, unwanted desire made her stomach roll. Leaning closer he inhaled deep.
"What's this?" he growled, voice lowering.
He forced her arm to the side to look for the mark where it should have been on her hand. He was not as big as Kane, neither as broad nor as tall, but he was still an alpha. He was strong enough to make her do what he wanted.
He tipped her hand open, looked at it, brought it close to his face, and licked across her wrist.
As if starved for alpha touch and attention, Sasha's body reacted. She felt the warning butterflies gather low at the apex of her thighs.
"No," she whispered. No, not this. Not now and not with this stranger. She did not want him.
"Your smell," he said, his pupils dilating.
"I'm registered. I'm under the protection of the Warlord Alpha Constantine Kane. Please." She tried to pull her arm away. "Don't touch me. Alpha Kane won't like it. Just let me go. This was a mistake."
"You have no mark. You're unregistered, that means I can claim you. Don't care if you’re infertile. Your smell! I have never smelled anything like that."
He put his arms around her, drawing her in so he could put his face in her neck.
"I want you," he growled that rolling alpha growl.
It went through her and touched her in unwanted places, making a slick of desire leak out.
No. No. No!
"Savage, man. What are you doing with that girl? Is it your break?" one of the enforcers called as he approached them. "I didn't know you had a girl, you lucky dog. What a curvy little thing. Where she come from? Has she got a sister?"
"I'm not his girlfriend!" Sasha shouted, trying to push away from the man hugging her like she was his long-lost love. "I am a registered breeder. I have a mark. I'm under the protection of Constantine Kane. You have to let me go. You know the law, and I've done nothing wrong."
Breathing hard and getting more aggressive the more she struggled, the alpha named Savage asked, "What mark? I'm claiming you, girlie. I'll be good to you. Care for you. Mate you. You have no mark, and that Kane has never taken a woman."
His face at her neck, he licked her, moaning. "So good. I'll take care of you. Not gonna hurt you, girlie. Just relax. Relax and let me."
Sasha pulled the neck of the tunic down and tried to push her breast up. Always sore, it hurt, but Savage got a flash of a black dot.
"Where's her mark?" the other guard wanted to know.
"On your tit?" Savage asked. "Let me see."
As if they weren't outside on the street, next to a thick line of people trying to get through the checkpoint, Savage ripped her tunic down the front. The pieces fell open, the tunic torn clean in two. The white support garment she wore kept her breasts lifted and barely covered her nipples, so the dark mark stood out stark against her pale glowing skin.
"Fuck me," Savage whispered. He growled again, his hand coming up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple.
Sasha moaned in despair, assaulted by her own desire. It felt so good—heat and tingles, a sharp spasm of pleasure, and slick wet her leggings for everyone to smell and see.
"Oh, shit. Savage. Did you even look at that necklace she's got on?"
