Page 49 of Alien Desire
His eyes flick to mine and he scoffs. “So you are going to remain here, alone with a child, waiting for a rescue ship that is never going to come? You have no choice Omega. You’re mine and you’re coming with me.”
My heart is hammering in my chest and a cold sweat swims across my body.
“You planned this,” I screech. “You planned this. This was your plan all along. All that stuff about wanting to give me choices was bullshit. You just said that to make me believe I had a choice. You always intended to get me pregnant and abduct me back to your planet.”
I remember all the chess games we’ve played, how quickly he’d picked up the rules and the strategies needed. How clever he is, how it hadn’t taken many games before he was constantly several moves ahead of me.
Shit! I’ve been played.
His hands fall away from the controls and he stares at me with astonishment. “You told me you couldn’t have children.”
“I’m not your Omega. I don’t want to be part of your fucked up world — owned and commanded by some sexist chauvinist.”
He jumps to his feet, his shoulders and jaw tense with rage. “You are my Omega. It doesn’t matter that I haven’t claimed you. How can you deny it, Emma? There is something between us.”
“It’s just sex,” I scream, “it doesn’t mean anything to me. You don’t mean anything to me.” He flinches at these words and I instantly regret them. It isn’t true, but they slipped from my mouth in anger.
“You said you were mine. You gave yourself to me,” he growls low, that growl that had Fluffy sinking to his belly, the one that makes my knees buckle.
“When?” I say, forcing myself to stay standing.
“Before I had you.”
“That … I didn’t mean that. And what? It was in the heat of the moment. You think because we’ve fucked you now get to make every decision for me? You don’t OWN me.”
“It is irrelevant either way,” he says heatedly, “you’re carrying a prince of Astia in your belly and you’re coming home with me, even if I have to sling you over my shoulder and drag you onto the ship kicking and screaming.”
I don’t know if I want to burst into tears and run for my bed, or pummel his chest with my fists.
Instead we simply stare at each other, the distance between us seeming to grow wider by the moment. His skin is the palest I’ve seen in weeks and the colours in his eyes are stilled like silent waters.
The gap grows wider. I want to cross it. I want him to take me in his arms and see things my way. To be the Tor I thought he was, not some tyrant. But I have been a fool. I should have listened to that little voice warning me in my head.
We are too different. Our bodies, our species, our ways. In his world, Omegas are meek things who must submit and obey, while Alphas are dominant and controlling. To think I’d changed him, to think things between us would be different, was stupid.
A chasm has formed between us now, and there is no way for either of us to cross it.
He knows it too, and he sinks to the chair in resignation. “Sheila, send an SOS message to my father, Lord Qudrat, on the planet Astia, the Stanort Galaxy, requesting a rescue ship be sent immediately.”
“Searching for this location,” Sheila chimes brightly as tears stream down my cheeks. “Location situated in an unknown region. Message transmitting now.”
“Good,” he says, not looking at me. “Thank you, Sheila.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How long?” I whisper, “how long until they come?”
“Our ships are much faster than yours,” he says. “They will be here in a matter of days.”
A matter of days.That’s no time for me to work out what I’m going to do. Storming from the room, I dash into the bedroom, Fluffy trailing behind me concerned, and barricade myself in. Then I flop down on one of the unused beds, avoiding the ones we’ve been sharing, knowing the aroma of our combined scents in the sheet will only upset me further.
I curl up into a tight ball and Fluffy places his paws on the edge of the bed and snuggles his face into mine, licking at my wet cheeks. I shuffle backwards, making room and cuddle up to him.
“You were right all along, Fluffy. He’s a jerk. A giant multicoloured, unfeeling jerk.” Fluffy allows me to tickle his ears, while he sniffs at my belly. “Yeah, it’s a baby. Not sure what the hell I’m going to do about that.”
I hear Tor’s footsteps approach the room, his hand twists the handle and he grunts when he finds the door won’t open.
“Omega,” he says, but I ignore him. If he thinks he is going to bully me into opening the door, he can think again. “Omega, let me in.” he growls at me in that commanding way and my body jolts, my feet itching to move towards the doorway. I have to fight every instinct to hurry across the room and fling back the door.
