Page 20 of Bullied Forced Omega
Mira nods.
She can’t find an Alpha command. Not delivered with magic.
It is a gift every Alpha has. The ability to control any member of his pack by thought alone. The wolf in her is incapable of denying me what I want. And therefore, Mira can’t either.
Now tell her to drop to all fours.My wolf is begging, pleading, and desperate to take her.
I shove the thought aside and quickly step away from her.
She swallows hard, and I can smell her desire, no matter how reluctant she is. Her body wants this. Her wolf wants this.
And her scent is driving me fucking crazy.
“I was just about to make something to eat,” she snaps, angry at her unconscious reactions to me. Or angry at me, who knows?She has every right to be angry with you, Jace. What you did to her in the past is unforgivable.
My eyes trace over her beautiful face. Her full lips, high cheekbones, and thick, long hair hanging loose over her shoulders. I’ve always been attracted to her. Yes, I denied it, I did mybestto deny it, but I always knew she was far more to me than just another Omega. The day I rejected her confirmed it. The agony I felt. The agony I know I caused her. It confirmed it all.
I thought the Moon Goddess would accept my rejection and choose another mate for me, but she didn’t.
Mira turns away from my intense gaze.
“I can help,” I say, following her into the tiny kitchen. These cottages are small and comfortable. They are ten times more homely and welcoming than where we stayed during Black Ops training.
We work in silence. Every time our bodies brush against each other, it’s impossible to deny the current of energy between us.
By the end of our lunch preparation, I’m already worried that I’ve made a mistake moving in with her here in this confined space. My goal isn’t tohaveher. It’s to get my Luna on my side. To be the best Alpha possible.
My goal is to do what is right for my pack.
But dammit, she is playing with my self-control.
Chapter 5 - Mira
How the hell did all of this happen so fast? One moment, I was living my life, getting by each day. It wasn’t perfect, but it was peaceful… and the next time I have the Alpha living with me in my little cottage,my husbandand I can barely find a moment's peace away from him. This place is too small. And when he’s near me, I can’t think straight. Dammit, this moon magic binding is doing the wildest things to my body and to Mika.
Last night, Jace slept in my bed, and even though I curled up as far as possible from him, practically falling off the edge, I still had crazy dreams about him. I meanproper crazy dreams.He was fucking me in the forest, bending me over that ritual stone and spreading my legs wide as he slammed his massive cock into me over and over again. And I couldn’t get enough of him. I woke up in the middle of an orgasm, horrified that he might have heard me. But he was sleeping restlessly. Tossing and turning in his own dreams.
I managed to get back to sleep, and in the next dream, it was Jux standing over me, his massive wolf fangs inches from my face as I crawled on all fours on the mossy forest floor to try and escape him. He stood over me, his fangs sinking into my shoulder to lock me in place. Pain shot through me, and blood ran over my skin as he thrust into me from behind. I screamed, terrified of the size of him. But at the same time, my body was screamingforhim. So desperate for him to fuck me that instead of trying to move away, I arched my back to let him slip in deeper.
I woke up yelping in shock at the intensity of the pleasure, and in the real world, Jace was already reaching for me in the dark.
“Mira?” he calls my name, pulling me away from the edge of the bed toward him. “You’re having a nightmare.” He says sternly, shaking me gently, fully.
In the dark, he leans over me, his eyes piercing into me, and I think to myself,not a nightmare. It felt far too good to be a nightmare.
“Are you ok?” he asked gruffly, in his usual cold manner.
“I’m…I’m fine,” I stammer, nodding and wiping my hand over my face. “I’m fine.”
His nostrils flare, taking in the scent of my arousal. He growls and scowls at me. My heart races, waiting for him to take me. But he doesn’t.
He forced me to marry him. He bullied his way into my home. He shares my bed and commands me around. He acts cold and distant, even though his wolf clearly wants me. I don’t understand him.
I don’t understand what he wants from me. Why did he reject me all those years ago? And why didn’t he do the same again now? Why is he forcing himself to be with someone he doesn’t want?
He hardly even speaks to me here at home. His training has made him cold and calculated, and I keep thinking that this can’t be my life. Forever? Married to a man who thinks in military precision. There is no passion, no comfort…. No love.
I think the days are numbered before he uses his Alpha voice to command me to let him mark me. Technically, he’s strong enough to do it without my permission, but either way…he’ll get what he wants.
