I would not want to be at the receiving end of that alpha’s wrath.
Steve stammers, and there’s no stopping the smirk that crosses my own face when I scent his fear. Now he smells of moldy toast as he stumbles, trying to find the best words to appease the alpha, and it appears this Whitefang guy is some kind of bigshot. I still remember the way the crowd parted when I set my sights on him.
They didn’t come anywhere near me after that.
It seems he has some sway in this city. I’ve only been living here for six months, so I have much to learn, but I bet there’s a hierarchy of some kind where all the packs are concerned.
It was the same at the compound. Omegas are pretty submissive by nature, but when you band us together, we form a society. We had our mean girls who were at the top, and they always picked on Dove since she was the sweet and docile one. They eventually stopped though after I taught her a few fighting techniques.
Steve finally finds his voice. “Um... well... you... you see... the... the omega tried to escape, so I sent one of my girls after her and...”
“Bring her in. I want to see the face of the bitch who hurt my omega.”
Hold the phone.Hisomega? That’s it. I have to say something. This guy is dreaming if he thinks I belong to him.
I am no one’s omega.
Steve sighs in relief when he realizes he’s no longer in trouble, and then he proceeds to call Martina.
Now this I have to open my eyes for.
I want to see that Amazonian bitch get what she deserves. I may not be willing to be his omega, but I’ll happily watch as he destroys my enemies.
The idea turns me on, and there’s no denying the desire that drips from pussy.
Finally, the door to Steve’s office opens, and Martini’s bland paper scent fills the room.
When she got angry earlier, that bland paper turned into rotten cardboard, and she really is pathetic.
There’s no missing the metallic tang of fear now as she stands before the alpha. I open my eyes, smirking when I spy the terror on her orange Oompa Loompa face.
“So,you’rethe one...”
Whitefang stops before her. He’s only several inches taller than she is, and there’s no mistaking her designation now.
Martina is an alpha through and through.
Her throat works up and down as she swallows audibly, keeping her gaze to the right as she refrains from looking directly into the alpha’s eyes. It’s something all alphas do when they come face to face with someone dominant. “Y-yes, sir..."
Whitefang sniffs, and a look of total disgust takes over his face. “You’re an alpha.”
Steve makes a sound of bemusement. “Wait... alpha? No, she’s—”
“I wasn’t talking to you, Steven. Know your place.”
Steve stops, and I spy the ire in his eyes as he glares at Martina. Male alphas have a natural aversion toward female alphas. They just don’t know how to handle a female with the same level of dominance.
That’s probably why Martina has been lying about her designation. She wants the attention of an alpha, so pretending to be a beta was her best option.
There’s no way she could have pretended to be an omega. Not with those calves.
“I get it,” Whitefang finally says. “Since no male alpha would ever look twice at you, you decided to go ahead and fuck up the face of my beautiful omega.”
Again. I amnothis omega, but I'm interested to see what he does.
Martina swallows again. “Th-that’s right, sir.”
Wow. I never actually expected her to own up to it. I knew she was always jealous of me, but to hear it from her mouth is something else.