Heat sweeps over my skin and heads to my lower belly. My core weeps.
All my life I have tried to hide what I am. An omega. The receiver, the nurturer whose insides are starved of an alpha’s touch, who has been deprived of the sensory stimulation that only comes from an alpha’s rut. Now, his scent, that concentrated testosterone, sinks into my blood, forcing a reaction.
My womb cramps, and a fresh burst of slick gushes down between my legs to wet my pants. I don’t dare look down, don’t dare acknowledge the liquid pooling under me.
I should be mortified, ashamed at my public display of what I am… an omega meant to be mated and bred, who cannot physically hold back her reaction, not in the presence of this prime male specimen, and yet the survivor in me says I need to fight. Fight! My shoulders shudder, and I straighten my spine.
The General growls.
It’s a long, drawn-out purr that seems to emerge from the very depths of his masculine body.
The hair on my neck stands on end.
Liquid need radiates out from my womb, bleeds through my skin, and flares up in the surrounding air.
The General slams his fist to his chest, "Leave us." He roars. The aggression comes off him in waves, surrounding me, cocooning me as if he's trying to shield me from the sight of his own men. My knees threaten to give out from under me.
Around me I hear murmurs, footsteps sound, then fade away.
The doorway to the warehouse slams shut.
"You scared?" His voice murmurs through the space.
I shiver, I don't speak, I don’t need to speak. The scent of my fear is so strong I am sure he can smell it. "What do you think?" I intended to snarl at him, but the words come out a groan. I try to stagger away from him, trying to put space between me and that lethal, coiled, powerful male, only for my feet to tangle in the carpet. I go sprawling on my back and stay there.
"Get up." He snarls.
I blink, then slap my palms onto the carpet for leverage and stagger back to standing. Thrusting my chin forward I meet his gaze. Those startling blue eyes burn into me. Concentric circles of aquamarine, teal and a wild blue, draw me in, and make me want to lose myself in them.
"Kayden sent you to kill me."
It's not a question, but a statement. And not one that demands a response.
My chin quivers and I ball my fists at my side.
His jaw firms. "I should kill you right here, Omega, for daring to burst into my stronghold and trying to assassinate me."
"But you won't." Yeah, that would be too merciful of him. He's a monster and I don't expect any pity from him. But every alpha has an ego. And this predator has more ego than anyone else I have met. Perhaps it's that I need to appeal to. The thoughts skitter through my head, and I force my brain cells to knit the words together in a coherent sequence.
He tilts his head. "Feisty, aren't you?" His voice is soft, almost casual.
My stomach churns. Whatever he has in mind for me, it's not good.
"You bet," I set my jaw.
His gaze narrows.
My stomach twists and not just with arousal. My heart hammers and a bead of sweat trickles down my spine.
"You are a big powerful alpha; me, I am just a helpless omega." I flutter my eyelashes and fuck, I am overdoing this, but what the hell, I keep going. "Why don't we make this more exciting for you?"
He cants his head.
What do you know? He bought it. A flicker of hope sparks in my chest.
Then, his lips widen in a smile, and it's so predatory that I almost lose my will to resist, almost. I straighten my spine.
"I agree."
"Huh?" I blink. Why am I having this conversation with him? Just delaying the inevitable, that's all, but what the hell, I have to try, have to.
His nostrils flare, "Run. You have until I count to ten to get a head start."
"What do you mean?" I swallow.
"You are losing precious seconds."
No, it can’t be. This is not exactly what I had in mind when I had suggested to make things more exciting. Not.
"Nine."
The alpha is toying with me? He's going to hunt me? My palms begin to sweat. It can mean only one thing. He wants to increase the anticipation of whatever is to come. There is only one ultimate conclusion to this game,and it's not going to be in my favor. I close my fist so tight that my nails slice into my skin. The scent of copper leaks into the air.
"On the other hand, perhaps you'd rather we conclude this farce right now?" His eyes gleam.
The bastard no doubt thinks that I don't have a chance of outrunning him. It's that which makes me square my shoulders and thrust out my chest. I will not submit, not so easily.
His gaze sweeps over my breasts, down to my core and he stares at the space between my legs. There's no mistaking the anticipation that laces his features.
It makes me want to scratch that look of satisfaction off his face, to deny that my insides tremble in response. More moisture gathers between my legs. What is wrong with me? I am here to kill him. Not to mate him. Not. To. Mate. Him.
I turn and race to the exit of the warehouse and throw myself against the doors.
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