Page 8 of Knot All Is Ruined: Part 1

Clenching my hands into fists, I clomped up the stairs wanting to make sure she heard me coming. I assumed she was awake since I’d startled her with the slamming door when I left. Now she was going to get the first look at the man who was forced to be her Alpha and breed her until she had a child. No, it was better she hated me. If she never softened her feelings toward me, then it would make it easier to ignore what my Alpha instincts were telling me.

Asturg didn’t do packs. There were no family units, so to speak. Women were breeders, nannies, and soldiers, while the men went off to training camp as soon as they turned fifteen. Men served until they were killed or too injured to fight, then were sent back to the major towns to retire. Many worked or ran stores if they were able-bodied enough or just spent the rest of their days in the dorms. Many who ended up with that fate took their own lives, seeing no point in living if they couldn’t be useful. This was no place to become attached to anyone because they could be gone in a blink of an eye.

Once more in my living area of the apartment, I glanced down and grimaced at my grimy appearance. Half tempted to wash up before meeting this breeder who had been forced upon me, I took a step toward the bucket of water. Then I stopped myself. What’s the point? I wanted her to hate me, to find me repulsive. The scars on my face and body alone would do the trick. Most women shied away from me based on my appearance before they found out who I was. Gritting my teeth, I walked to the bedroom door and grasped the handle hating the way I fucking loved her scent that was seeping out of the door.

Definitely going to need to open the windows and air out the room if I plan on getting any sort of rest. Maybe it would be better to just sleep on the lumpy couch, even if half my body would hang off the damn thing. Fuck, I just wanted to come home and rest. Why the hell had this happened to me? Twisting the knob, I shoved the door open and stood in the doorway as I found the woman clutching my pillow back against the wall in the furthest corner of the room she could get to.

Her green eyes were wide as she took me in, and I’m sure in the dim light I looked even more terrifying than normal. Moving over to the desk, I switched on the light, half expecting it not to work, but it seemed the fates decided we’d be able to see each other more clearly. Pulling out my desk chair, I took a seat diagonal to her and rested my elbows on my knees as I contemplated her. With the added light, I could tell her eyes weren’t just green but had flecks of gold, making them far more interesting to gaze into. It was clear she was afraid of me but yet I saw her jaw clench as she refused to break the connection.

Her hair was a mass of curls that seemed to have a life of their own in a tarnished gold color. The color made her eyes stand out even more as I forced myself to take in the rest of her. She seemed of average height, even though it was hard to tell with her all balled up. Seeing how lush and filled-out her body was in all the right places to drive a man wild, I knew she had to be from Oscad. None of the women here has the luxury of eating enough to have that particular softness. Soon enough, neither would she, especially if she chose not to eat what we offered her. That was one thing I wouldn’t allow. Too many people were starving for this breeder to turn up her nose at the food.

When my gaze snagged on her neck, my stomach dropped upon seeing my personal mark on her. Babaka was right, Father was done with me playing games and ignoring my duty. That mark sentenced her to a life tied to me forever. If she did give me an heir, she’d be allowed to raise the child instead of handing it over to the nannies who looked after all the children born of breeders. The other thing it meant was that my failures and subsequent punishment would also be inflicted upon her. It was the closest thing you’d ever see to an Alpha, Omega bonding in Asturg. Never had a breeder been marked with my brand before, it was one of the reasons I refused to claim one. It was a barbaric old custom that should have died with the old king that created it.

There was nothing I could do. She was mine whether I liked it or not. “I’m Commander Lucian, your Alpha.”

Chapter five

The man who claimed to be my Alpha sat there staring at me with gray-blue eyes that were cold as steel. He was just as muscular as the guards who brought me here two weeks ago. Seeing him there without a shirt on gave me a clear view of his physical condition. His hair was dark and cut short on the sides, but the top was long and pulled back into a short ponytail. The hairstyle seemed to enhance the appearance of the scar that started at his eyebrow and curved along the side of his head disappearing behind his ear. Another scar on the same side of his face made his upper lip twist just slightly so he looked like he was sneering all the time. It was thicker and reached to the swell of his cheekbone.

Sitting here locked in a staring contest with the Alpha, I realized he smelled like melt-in-your-mouth chocolate with the added spice of cinnamon. This was his home, and I’d been spending all my time in his fucking bed. He better not get any ideas because I’d been goddamn chained to the damn thing. Grinding my teeth, I tried to hold back anything to say to his announcement after all the stories all the men who brought me food delighted in sharing with me. If there was remotely any truth to what they said, Commander Lucian was a tyrant.

“Are you mute?” Lucian demanded.

I debated telling him just how well I could speak but decided he didn’t deserve to hear my voice. He hadn’t asked me a question before, just made a statement. What was I supposed to say to that? Oh, joy, you seem to be such a swell guy. Let me fawn all over you. Nah, fuck that. He was gonna get an answer, just not a verbal one.

My answer to that stupid question was a shake of my head without breaking our visual connection. He’d come in here earlier as I pretended to still be asleep and watched him storm out of the room. If I were a betting woman, I’d say he had a chat with Babaka, who’d visit me every day to make sure I took a suppressant. Apparently, I wasn’t allowed to go into heat when he wasn’t around. That suited me just fine, it gave me cover for the fact I’d never had a heat yet.

“Breeder, I asked you a question, and I expect a verbal answer in return,” Lucian ordered like the commander he was.

Who knew how much I could come to hate that fucking word in such a short amount of time—breeder.

There was silence as he waited for me to fulfill the demand he’d put before me, but I was more than happy to wait him out. I’d seen this shit before; the Alphas huffed and puffed, demanding their way like it would get them my respect. Well, assuming they want my respect—probably not. Breeders just follow orders like good little Omegas do, bending over and taking it, and thanking them when they are finished. Fuck that noise.

“You are mine, breeder. I can do as I see fit with my own property, and no one will say a word otherwise. That brand on your neck is just as powerful as a bonding mark here in Asturg. Play whatever game you want, but soon you’ll figure out that being stubborn will only get you killed,” Lucian pointed out.

Good to know if I said fuck it, I can’t do this anymore. That I could probably provoke him into just ending it all for me. Babaka had taken every opportunity to tell me that I had to produce a child for this man, or I’d be beaten and killed. Thing is, part of me didn’t believe that to be true. They needed Omegas from another country. Would they really just snuff out one because she was trouble? Then the rational part of my brain would cut in and remind me just how little value they put into the sanctity of life in general.

Letting out a growl, Lucian stood and stripped out of the rest of his clothes. I nearly swallowed my tongue at this man's sculpted body, even if it was littered with scars. Never did I think an ass would look as sexy as his did and it just made me mad that I was even thinking that. It was obvious that Lucian was a warrior and had survived many battles. Even without being the general's son, I feel like he’d be someone important all on his own merit.

When he turned around, I got a clear view of his cock that hung heavy between his legs. It was semi-hard, but under my gaze it started to stiffen. Yanking my eyes up to his face, he gave me a smirk and fisted his cock stroking it slowly as if to show me what I had to look forward to. Pausing, he pulled open a drawer and grabbed a jar, scooped out a small amount of what was inside, and spread it on his cock.

“Figured you should know what my cock looks like since you won’t see it while it’s buried deep in your untouched pussy,” he shared as he continued to stroke himself.

Yes, it was true that I’d never had sex, but that didn’t mean I’d never seen a penis before. To be fair, it had only been in books, so seeing it in person was a much different experience. As much as I wanted to look away, it was as if my body refused to let me dismiss this moment. His scent was heavy in the air as he started to hasten up his movements and liquid glistened at the tip of his penis. As if in answer to his actions, my pussy began to weep with slick, and a burn started low in my stomach that made me want to rub my legs together. Fighting against the urge, I licked my lips which had his gaze zeroing in on them, his hand speeding up.

“Would you look at that, is the little Omega getting turned-on?” Lucian growled out, his breath becoming more labored. “Fuck, your perfume is pouring off you and choking me with your desire.”

His words had me snapping out of whatever trance I’d been in, breaking the hold his actions had on me. The bastard was right, I was fucking perfuming for this man. It didn’t matter that I had zero interest in him. Being an Omega, when an Alpha presented himself as Lucian was doing, biology seemed not to give a flying fuck what I thought.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take care of that soon enough for you,” Lucian said, his voice breathy as he was getting close.

With a grunt, he had to grab the back of the chair he was standing next to as he reached the tipping point. My eyes widened as I saw his knot swelling at the base. Lucian gave up standing and dropped onto the chair and squeezed his knot as he continued to stroke his angry red cock. With a roar, he came, his cum shooting out in my direction but it fell short of hitting me. As if torturing himself, he continued to rub out every last drop of his seed onto the floor.

“If I have to deal with sleeping on a bed covered in your scent, then you can sleep on a floor covered in mine,” Lucian stated as he used his discarded clothing to clean off his hands and his cock, then shut off the light and fell into bed without another word.

Stunned by the whole interaction, I just sat there staring at the evidence that I hadn’t been dreaming. Lucian had indeed just jacked off in front of me and gone to bed like it was perfectly normal. My body was hot, and shivers skated along my skin as my mind replayed the look on his face as he came. That contorted look of pure pleasure forced his whole body to contract as he exploded. In a purely analytical moment of thought, I’d been amazed at how much cum had ended up on the floor. For some reason, I’d thought it wouldn’t be all that much, but clearly, I was mistaken.

Rattling snores started from the bed, making me jump at the sudden and deafening sound. In the Care Center, a few of the girls snored yet it was nothing like this bone-vibrating noise. How the hell was I going to sleep? Maybe it would stop after a while and then I’d manage. Curling up in the corner, I clutched the pillow and wondered if it would be better to just smother myself with it. Instead, I decided to wrap it around my head to act as a barrier to the noise in the hope that I could sleep.