Page 74 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
I take the easy way out. “He alpha-commanded me to keep quiet.” There. Now he can’t try to make me tell him.
His jaw clenches so hard it looks like he’s about to crack a tooth. Anger sparks in his eyes on my behalf. “He barked at you? That absolute bastard. Well, I have an easy way to fix that.” Sam’s eyes search mine. “Forget all alpha commands that have been given to you.” His voice is a full punch of alpha-command, and if I hadn’t trained with Declan, the most dominant alpha I’ve ever met, the force of it would have brought me to my knees.
I only give him a wry smile. “Sorry, Sammy-boy. Afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that.”
The reality of the situation seems to sink in, and his jaw drops. “You…you can resist alpha barks. Did the guy really command you, then? Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, he commanded me alright, I just didn’t advertise that it didn’t work. Gotta keep my advantage.”
“You…” He shakes his head. “How?”
“I can’t give awayallmy secrets. ‘Specially when you’re keepin’ yours.” I find myself biting my lip, and his eyes darken as he looks down at me.
“Trouble…” he warns, but I shake my head.
“I can’t Sam. I have it handled.”
“Isn’t you handling things how you ended up here to begin with?” There’s something in his eyes that emboldens me, and I find myself standing on my tiptoes, putting our lips a hairsbreadth apart. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t move away.
“Yep.” I give a feral grin. “Which is exactly where I wanted to end up.”
“I shouldn’t believe you,” he murmurs, “you’re crazy. Unpredictable. You wear canines on necklaces and break peoples’ noses because they said you were from Alabama. And you broke all the fingers on someone's hand because she touched Hayden.”
I don’t tell him I only broke her fingers because she kept touching himagainst his will. Instead, I get caught on the first part of his sentence. He says heshouldn’tbelieve me. “But you do?” I meet his eyes, not sure why it means so much to me that he takes me seriously when what he just said is exactly what I want everyone to think.
“I do,” he confirms, his lips nearly brushing mine. “You’re dangerous, Jo Harding. But not because you’re unpredictable.”
“Then why?” My voice is barely a whisper.
“Why didn’t you say anything about me being in your room?” His breath ghosts over my lips. “You could have put me on my ass the second I walked in, but you didn’t. Why?”
“Maybe because I wanted to see what kind of dangerousyouare.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s closing the distance, his mouth capturing mine.
His hands come up to cup my cheeks, as his mouth plunders mine, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips. I let him in, and he groans as I grab the front of his shirt, pulling him flush against me. Something in the back of my mind screams “mine!”, but my omega needs to get a grip and realize that not every alpha we kiss belongs to us.
My body feels like it’s on fire when we separate breathlessly, and still holding my face, he asks, “Who are you working for?”
The question falls over me like a bucket of ice water.
“What?” I blink, taking a step back. “What do you mean?”
His expression is earnest. “You can trust me, Jo, I won’t tell anyone.”
My mind races, replaying every interaction we’ve had the last two weeks.
This…all this, all the getting close, all the “concern” for me…he just wanted information. Is he really even a possible true scent match?
I don’t know exactly what it means, but he’s definitely not just an orderly working at an institution.
I let out a humorless chuckle, my voice cold. “Have you never seduced someone to get information before, Sammy-boy? You’re supposed to wait more than a half second after the first damn kiss to start askin’ questions.”
His eyes flash briefly with confusion, but I won’t be fooled again. He wiggled past my defenses, and I let him in. I let myself think he cared. Physical violence I can handle. Threats? No problem. But I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed than I am right now.
My cheeks start to heat with embarrassment, at the shame I feel of being made a fool of, and I’ll be damned if I give the alpha one ounce of that satisfaction.
“Jo, that’s not—” he starts, but I don’t hear him because I’m turning on my heel and walking out of the building.
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