Page 35 of Night Sector
Only to have a dagger suddenly lodged in my side.
I spun around, my hand going to the hilt to yank it out as I moved.
My healing ability ignited, the burning sensation ripping through my veins immediately cooling. I wasn’t nearly as powerful as Kieran when it came to this familial talent, but I was powerful enough to cure myself without much thought.
Gasps flooded the air in response to both my speed and my instantly healed wound, but that didn’t stop my spitfire of a mate from trying to stab me with her other blade.
Right in the fucking heart.
I grabbed the weapon by the sharp end and threw it at the ground. The sharpened point dug into the ice, eliciting more gasps from the crowd. It wasn’t every day someone was strong enough to break ice with a knife, but it was a perfect display of my Alpha power.
I didn’t need telekinesis or miraculous healing to bring an Omega to her knees. I just had to exist.
Yet my mate refused to bow.
She’d somehow grabbed a third knife and was now hell-bent on slicing it across my throat.
I grabbed her wrist before she could follow through with her deadly plan and yanked her back into my chest. “That’s enough,” I growled into her ear.
This wasn’t about teaching the Omegas how to fight. This was about Kyra wanting to kill me. And while I’d known that was her intention from the beginning, I’d hoped to turn this into a useful lesson.
However, there was no reasoning with Kyra in this state.
She shadowed behind me, her knife whispering along my skin.
I whirled with her, grabbed her by the hips and shadowed us both to her nest.
This dispute required privacy, and I was done allowing her to disrespect me in front of the other Omegas.
She might hate Alphas, but that didn’t mean she could take her prejudices out on me publicly. Especially since Kieran was about to inherit this territory, making him the Sector Alpha and me his Elite.
I pinned her to the bed, my legs holding hers down as my palms pressed her hands into the mattress.
She snarled like a little wildcat beneath me, fury dancing in those feline irises.
“Enough,” I repeated.
But it was like she couldn’t hear me.
Murderous intent echoed through her mind as she shadowed out from beneath me to grab one of her hidden weapons.
I latched onto every sharp item in the room and secured them in place. She’d asked me not to use my power during the demonstration, but we were done with that now. My telekinetic abilities were officially fair game.
However, I refrained from restraining her. I didn’t want to risk triggering her again.
Instead, I simply stood and growled again. This time deeper. More potent. An Alpha demanding submission.
Her knees locked, the stubborn Omega fighting the need to kneel.
Chaos erupted in her thoughts, memories clashing with the present as she likened my growl to that of another.
Which led to her whimpering like a broken pup.
Then snarling once more as she attempted to grab one of her throwing stars.
When the metal wouldn’t budge, she jumped to another hiding place, only to be faced with the same issue.
“Stop!” she demanded, spinning toward me.
