Page 36 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
"Oh, come on. Remember how good I rode you a few weeks ago?" She licks her lips, and at the pure discomfort in Hayden's face, I find myself across the table.
"I don't care that he took pity on you before and let you ride his dick. He's saying no now, and he'smine." I seethe. "Bitch. Get. Off."
"Or what?" she snaps.
My hand shoots out, prying her fingers off his arm as she squeals in protest. "Hayden!" she cries as I yank her away from him. I'm used to handling alphas twice my size. This is child's play.
"I'd say sorry, Tilly, but I told you no," Hayden says, a hard look in his eyes.
Tilly screams in frustration before trying to take a swing at me. "Omega trash!" she seethes.
Game fucking on.
She thinks she can touch whoever she wants? She thinks she can keep her hands on someone who told her no? She's no better than the piece-of-shit alphas I've put in their graves.
And it's time she realizes that.
Her left hand, still in my grasp, makes a loud thud as I slam it on the table and bend her fingersallllthe way back until they snap.
She screams in agony, still trying to get her mangy paws onmyman, and nobody moves to stop me as I fling her to the floor and straddle her. She's gonna regret ever laying a single hand on my alpha. And she'll never lay a hand on someone who doesn't want it again. The beta bitch screams and tries to buck me off, but I'm not going anywhere.
I vaguely register that she's managed to land a few scratches on my face, but nothing is going to stop me from staking a claim on my alpha and giving her what she deserves in the process.
My plan about getting what I need and then getting out? It's shot to hell. I'll just have to take my Fire Demon with me when I break out of here.
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Jo's gone mental.
Obviously, she wouldn't be here if she was completely sane, but seeing her murderous tendencies first-hand?
Fuck, why is it hot?
"Jo, get off her!" I snap, irritated at myself for finding her attractive when she's just gone completely feral on another patient. None of Tilly's friends come to her aid, Kole Vasiliev just stares across the room like she's a damn masterpiece, and Adela Olivier looks like she might be sick. Though…that might just be pregnancy nausea.
I had come into the room right as she was snapping Tilly's fingers, and I'm seething. Why can't she keep herself out of trouble foroneday?
It's like she doesn't even hear me. "I'll make you wish you were dead if you ever lay another hand on him again!" she snarls as she lands another hit, blood splattering as she breaks the beta's nose.
My gaze goes to the "him" in question, and Hayden gives me a sheepish smile as he not-so-subtly adjusts himself in his pants. "Fireball here is defending my honor." Since it's not life threatening, the orderlies are on strict instruction to not interfere. But if I know Jo, I'm pretty sure we're getting there.
"Jo, come on. Tilly's had enough." I might catch hell from Brooks for depriving them of their study material, but this has gone on too long already. These are people, not test subjects.
Sighing, I reach for her, and her head whips towards me. Her eyes are wild, and she snaps her teeth at the intrusion. The weirdest thing happens though, and as soon as her eyes land on me, she goes limp. She lets me pull her off the screeching beta, then crosses her arms as Sam helps Tilly up. Jo's eyes snap to where Tilly's good hand is in Sam's, and there's this look in her eyes telling me that if he doesn't let her go in the next second, we're going to have another problem on our hands.
It should be impossible for her to have any omega instincts right now. But with the way Jo's pupils are blown, and the low growl that is so quiet only I can hear it, I know her omega has laid some kind of claim on Sam, even if it's just an immediate reaction to the closest alpha in the vicinity.
And Brookscannotknow about it.
"Rosewood, can you please escort Ms. Green to the nurse?" I call out to the orderly closest to me, who is standing against the wall witha bored look on his face. Shit, are any of these guys even trained, or are they just hired to stand and look the part of security?
Tilly wails all the way out the door of the cafeteria, and it's not until she disappears from view that Jo stops breathing through her nose like a bull. When the doors swing shut, everybody goes back to their meals like it's just another Thursday, and I get a first row seat to Hayden grabbing Jo by the waist and plunging his tongue in her mouth.
She returns his kiss with feral enthusiasm, climbing the alpha like a tree and wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips move together like they need each other to breathe, and damn, it's a sight I wouldn't mind seeing again.
…If I were less professional.
