Page 2 of Knot A Chance

His nostrils flared.

There we go, little pup.

He scurried forward and snatched it from my hands, immediately looking down at his pale, red-splotched arms as if deciding where to shoot up. He paused and took a deep breath, scratching the brown stubble on his face. He made eye contact with me and then slowly lowered himself to the ground. Still shaking, he set the needle on the floor and stood back up.

I lifted an eyebrow. Impressive.

“Well done,” I said. “Maybe you have some potential after all.”

I doubt it, but if I was certain, then I wouldn’t be entertained.

“Thank you, Vargkung,” he said, lifting his chin proudly.

“Might I interest you in a second and final test?”

He nodded vigorously. “Yes. Anything.”

“You have loose strings, alpha. If you want to rise through the ranks, you need to get rid of them.”

He paled, and the scent of his fear intensified, filling me with a sense of pleasure so intense it hardened my dick.

“Can you be more specific?” he asked.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I need you loyal to me, and me alone.”

“I don’t know—”

“Do you want a chance to be more than a low-level dealer? The last three people shot up the second I handed them the needle, but I’m sure one of them can get their shit together if you don’t want this badly enough.”

“I want this,” he said, looking down at the floor in resignation.

“Good,” I said. “You are to sever ties with your omega. If you get yourself caught, I won’t allow any connection back to my operation. Get it done and show me that you can be smart about it. Then we’ll see what’s next for you.”

“But, how—”

I held up a hand and he stopped talking. “I don’t care how and I don’t want to hear any of the details.”

Stupid fuckers always trying to implicate me in their crimes. I made simple suggestions—requests, if you wanted to be a dick about it—what they did after that was on them.

“Get rid of the problem,” I said sternly.

He lifted his eyes once more, pupils wide with fear. “He’s not a problem. He doesn’t know anything about this.”

I stepped closer, inhaling his fear for one more satisfying hit before I kicked him out. “Your defense of the person in question is precisely the kind of loyalty problem I’m talking about.”

He looked at me and then at the two people beside me as if he expected them to side with him.

They won’t.

He looked down at his feet, ran a hand over his bald head, and finally made eye contact again before nodding. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good. Get out.” I gestured toward the door.

This guy is never going to make it, but in addition to the enjoyment I’ll get out of watching him try, maybe he can at least get rid of a few problems for me.

First, he needs to get rid of his own problem.

I turned to my left where Silver stood, stoic as always. “Watch everything he does and report back.”