Page 19 of Bullied Forced Omega
“Why not?” I demand, annoyed that she’s making every step difficult.
“I, um, I need to pack up a home. This was all so sudden. There are things I must tend to before I move in with you,” she says quickly.
“I won’t let you run, Mira. Whatever you’re planning, you can’t escape your duty,” I growl.
“I’m not going to escape again, I just…I can’t move in with you yet,” she huffs.
She’s playing hard to get. The little bitch wants you to take her like an Alpha should. Show your power.
Her eyes flare with disagreement. Dammit. I hadn't meant for her to hear that thought. She has a way of disarming me, breaking my usually rigid control.
“Sorry. It was an intrusive thought,” I grumble. “You may go, but there will be guards outside your cottage twenty-four-seven. I can’t take chances, Mira. I trust you will understand,” I snap, glaring at her. She nods, then hurries away, leaving me alone on our wedding night.
***
It’s late afternoon before people begin to surface after our night-long celebration.
I walk through the compound, greeting my pack, stopping to help, then clean up here and there, and listening to their congratulations and well wishes for my marriage and my new position as Alpha. It takes me a while to reach Mira’s cottage.
Nodding in greeting to the guards, I step up to her front door and knock twice.
She tugs it open and looks shocked to see me.
“Good morning, are you ready?” I ask.
“Ready?” she stammers.
“Are you packed? I will have them come and fetch your things to move into the mansion.”
She shakes her head, looking horrified. “No, definitely not. I still have a lot to do. I need another day.”
Annoyance spikes me, but I push it down.
However, day after day, she comes up with a new excuse.
Finally, I realize that she has no intention of moving in with me, so I decide to take matters into my own hands.
I pack up my things, slinging my Black Ops-issued army-style canvas bag of belongings over my shoulder, and march over to her cottage. When she opens the door, I walk right in and drop my bag down.
“Where shall I unpack?” I ask gruffly.
“What?” she exclaims with wide eyes, taking a sharp breath as I step closer to her.
She wants me, but why is she fighting it?
“I’ve dismissed the guards. The Alpha must live with the Luna, and seeing as you refuse to live in the mansion, I will move in here,” I snap.
“No, you will not. This is my home. You aren’t welcome here. Get out!”
I growl dangerously and push her up against the wall. “Do not forget, Mira, that you are speaking to your Alpha!” I snarl.
To my surprise, she doesn’t back down. Her fierce determination grows stronger, and she shoves me away. I can’t help the smirk of amusement that plays over my lips.
Dangerous little she-wolf.
My inner voice grows lower, and it vibrates through me as I address her in silence.
You will not disrespect your Alpha and your husband. The pack is watching, and we will present a united front. Regardless of how you feel about me, I say, my Alpha tone reverberating through her,leaving her absolutely no choice but to obey.
