Page 32 of Alien Desire
“I will not let you go alone. It is not safe.”
“You’re notlettingme?” I scoff and shake my head, making it abundantly clear I’m not asking for his damn permission. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. That’s not how this works.” I gesture between us.
“It is my duty as your Alpha to ensure your welfare.”
“You’re notmyAlpha.”
He winces. “You let every man kiss you and hold you in bed then?” he asks with confusion.
“There are no men here.”
He glares at me. “This is foolish and irrational. Why do you wish to go alone? It is dangerous. You would have been killed out there on the ice if it were not for me.”
“I survived six months on this planet alone without you.”
“But you are not … well.”
His eyes flit over me with concern.
“I’m perfectly fine.” The fall into the ice cold liquid hasn’t caused me any damage. My irritation is not an illness, but it is growing with this conversation. I am uncomfortable in my skin, itchy all over, hot and bothered. I need to get out. The only illness I have is cabin fever.
He takes a step closer, reaching for my wrist. “It is not safe. We will go together.”
“No,” I snap, shaking off his grip and tugging on a snow jacket. I’ve been on my own for ten years. I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone.
I head towards the shed, and he follows me there too.
“Omega,” he growls, “stay.”
The command has me freezing on the spot. “Don’t do that,” I hiss, struggling against my instinct to obey.
“Emma, please don’t go,” he says more softly, “you’re … you’re …”
“I’m what?”
“You’re going into…” His eyes fall away to the floor and he doesn’t continue.
Fluffy slouches into the shed, giving Tor a wide berth. He looks up at me with large eyes and whines.
Not him too.
Huffing, I snap on my goggles and jump up on the seat of the quad bike.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” I tell them, trying to ignore the look of concern in Tor’s eyes, and the look of betrayal in Fluffy’s, looks that have my heart swelling.
What is the use in that? What is the use in my heart falling for Tor when his can never do the same? When all he wants is to own me? To start an Omega collection of his own.
Fighting the urge to glance back at him, I rev the engine and skate away. The station is but a mere dot in the distance when I realise I’m crying. It’s my irritation and my frustration. That is all. I don’t care. Not really. What does it matter if he can never love me? What does it matter if we can never have the type of relationship I want?
Stupid girl.
I inhale deeply, the frigid air stinging my lungs and a sob rattling in my chest.
Stupid girl.
I take a wide berth of my ship’s wreckage, not wanting to face the dead today, and press on over the flat landscape towards the mast glinting on the horizon. The sky beyond is dark and heavy, a threatening turbulence of grey.
A storm.
