Page 116 of Shared Omega

His finger reaches down and depresses a different button on the console. With a sudden whirring noise, the electrodes on Truk’s body release, and the cables and wires withdraw back into the metal cylinders, freeing him.

Truk drops to the floor, his naked body weak from his torture.

“Listen to me, Alpha,” Dr. Frostgrave says in a shivering voice. “I am your master. You obey me. And I command you to protect me now. I command you to kill.”

Truk rises and looks at Frostgrave blankly.

“Kill!” Frostgrave gestures toward me and Kane. “Kill! Kill!”

Truk turns his face toward us. A low, aggressive growl starts rumbling deep inside his chest.

He takes a step toward us and Kane tenses up, shifting his feet into a fighting stance.

“Don’t do it, Truk,” he snarls. “I don’t want to hurt you, Truk, but I have to protect the omega.”

Truk’s growl gets louder. He takes another step toward us, and another. Now he is halfway across the room and almost even with the doctor.

Kane’s arm sweeps me protectively behind his body as Truk approaches.

“Truk!” I shout. “Don’t do it! It’s me. It’s Sloane. Your omega, remember?”

The blonde Alpha halts.

Even in the darkness, I can see the flicker of emotions in his eyes.

“Kill them!” Frostgrave demands. “You obey me, not some little—“

With a lightning quick motion, Truk turns on Dr. Frostgrave and catches the scientist’s face in his powerful grip, lifting him up until only the toes of his kicking feet are touching the floor.

“Did you really think you could break me that easily?” Truk growls.

Frostgrave’s hands claw at Truk’s wrists. His eyes are wide with terror behind his cracked and askew spectacles. His screams are muffled by the enormous palm covering his mouth.

“You know nothing about pain.” Truk snarls. “Just look at my scars, Outsider. I know more about pain than you could ever dream of. I learned from the very best.”

Truk’s fingers are digging into Frostgrave’s face, twisting the skin like a lump of clay. The doctor’s stifled cries rise in pitch.

“It’s too bad we don’t have more time, or I would teach you.”

I turn my face away just in time. Frostgrave’s muffled screams are cut off by a wet sound, like an egg being crushed in someone’s fist. This is followed a moment later by the sound of a lifeless body collapsing on the floor in a heap.

Good.

In the case of the marines and security guards, I wanted the Alphas to avoid killing them if possible. They were just pawns who didn’t know what they were doing.

But in the case of a sadistic sicko like Frostgrave, he’s just lucky that his death was a quick one.

“Sloane!” Truk calls. “Kane!”

All of the seething rage has gone out of his voice, replaced by that happy youthful energy that he usually has.

His arms wrap around me, and he lifts me off the ground in a powerful hug and plants a big wet kiss on my lips. His hand is warm and bloody on my back, but I don’t even care.

“I’m so happy you’re safe,” he whispers in my ear as he sets me down.

Kane steps forward and rests a big hand on Truk’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asks with genuine concern.