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Chapter 8 - CLASHING POWERS

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"Did they ask to be tamed?" I glare at her, "Did they ask to be caged and treated like a wild animal? Did they ask to be mated off to a high omega? Did they ask you to destroy their lives?"

She opens and closes her mouth like a drowning thing gasping for air, unable to form a single response to my questions. 

How could she? Anyone with a heart could see what these omegas impose on alphas are pure evil and injustice. 

First, they stripped us of our rights, cast us out of the cities, banished us to the edges of the kingdom.

And now? Now they deny us even our freedom.

How much more cruel can they become?

"So you know what you are doing is evil but still chose to do it, huh?" I ask once I receive no response. 

Her huge, icy orbs stare up at me. They are very distracting— and dangerous. It seems to have the power to melt down the edges of my fury. 

But then again, distraction is all about this omega. 

She is the tamer for a reason, right? 

She is a sin wrapped around silk. A temptation that can break the strongest of alphas. I feel it too, her effect on my alpha. It claws at my chest to be let out and to devour this omega, to claim and breed. 

It's hard to resist. 

"Let go of me." She manages to say, her voice shaky and throat bobbing. 

It's not fear that I see in her eyes, it's something else. Her eyes are a bottomless blue, pupils dilated. Her breath comes quicker, chest falling and rising in soft rapid waves. 

She's affected too. And that only makes it worse.

The scent of her is maddening—honeyed heat with the faintest trace of challenge. My canines ache to pierce through the supple skin of her neck, but keep myself from doing something stupid. 

I should be disgusted by her. I am disgusted by her. But the pull between us is hard to resist. 

I stare into her eyes, and I see the real her. The cold, cruel tamer that was behind the torture of many alphas. It was an enough reminder to swat swat the fog of lust in me. It clears my head, helps me see through the beauty of her and lock eyes with the devil.

Disgust spreads through me like ink bleeding through a paper. 

I push her away from me, the impact makes her stagger back. She stares at me wide eyed as if she doesn't expect the sudden change in my demeanour. 

Was she seducing me with her scent?

A growl rumbles from my chest, rippling out from my lungs. The burning flames of anger scorches my insides. 

"Before I go, let me kill you first." 

A gasp leaves her lips, wild eyes searching mine. She shakes her head, a smile curling the corner of her lips. It's clear to me that it is a mask to conceal her fear. 

"Not happening." She says, her eyes gleaming with something I can't quite place my finger on. 

"We can see." I sneer, walking closer to her. I can feel my whole body heating up with barely contained rage. 

My hands itch to clamp around her throat. To choke her, to feel her fragile bones break beneath my grip. To see life slip out of her form. To see the gleam in her eyes die. 

To put an end to the torture the alphas have to put up with. 

My eyes fall on the bruised skin of her neck, the mark my hand left only a few hours ago. I would have ended her right then and there if I could. 

"What are you looking at?" Her voice pulls my attention, "Distracted already?" 

I don't like her tone. It's too smug, too arrogant. I want her withering, scared and pleading at my mercy. 

But she stands before me like she owns the goddamn kingdom. 

One moment she looks like she is about to break and the next, she is ready to break. Break me. 

Then it hit me. 

Her poisonous scent. 

Moonlit hellebore. 

My alpha growls from inside me, clawing at my inside. A sick smile curls her lips as she walks toward me. 

And this time, I'm the one taking the steps back. 

This is humiliating. 

An alpha covering from an omega. 

She stands close to me. I try not to succumb to her scent. I can't believe just how fast the tables have turned, from me controlling her to her controlling me. I need to learn to resist this scent if I need to find my way out of here. 

"Now you see who is in charge," Her syrupy sweet voice curls around me, making me sick. "My rebellious alpha?" 

I snap my jaw so hard, a head ache building up from behind my eyes. 

"You better cooperate with me or else it is going to be so hard for you." Her hand clutches around my wrist, tugging me deep inside the cage. I tried hard to resist, to thrash in her grasp. But I feel paralysed. 

She stares at me and gives me a big smile. A smile that stretches her lips so wide, a smile that makes her eyes crinkle. 

A smile that can fool anyone but me. 

"That's your place." She says, her smile never dimming. "Sleep well, alright? I will come see you tomorrow. And the day after. And all the days that follow. I will come to you until you twist and bend. Until you are a better alpha." 

She walks out of the cage and locks it behind her, it gives me a sense of déjà vu and it makes my stomach churn. 

Her words ring in my ears, it makes me hate her even more than I knew I could. 

"Sleep tight, alpha." She smiles, eyes twinkling, "Don't do something stupid like this again. You never know what the high omegas would do to you once they find out." 

And then she is gone.

Leaving me behind in the dark cage with nothing but my wailing alpha. 

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