Page 43 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

Raven stands up, and then she peels the door of the tent open and walks away.

No!

I roar and chase after her, but she spins and kicks me in the chest. With a surprised oof, I land hard on my back. It just pisses me off. I get up, glaring at her.

She ties up her hair and rolls her shoulders.

“Get back in my nest,” I snarl at her.

“Oh, you are so cute.”

I snarl.

She snarls back, openly mocking me.

My rage notches up.

“Rose, get your ass up,” she says loudly. “I’m going to need you in a minute.”

“He’s not leaving my nest!” I snarl.

She cocks her head to the side. “Who the hell is going to stop me? You?”

I howl with rage and charge her, but she puts me back on my ass.

“Stay down there, Omega. That’s where you belong, after all.”

“BITCH!”

She tosses her hair back and laughs. “Yeah. That’s me. I am the queen of mean.”

I lunge at her, but she taps my cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to piss me off. I kneel there, blinking at the fact she actually just did that.

I scramble up and whirl, slowing down, trying to think through the fog. She dances in and puts me on my ass again.

The pain slices a bit more of the clouds out of my head.

“Come on, Daega, get up.”

I glance around and find our alphas watching. I hiss at them, promising they are next. As soon as I deal with her, I’ll deal with them.

“You’re going to beg me-”

I land on my back.

What is happening here?

Raven stalks around, completely confident in her nudity. The omega heat scent around her is gone, and now it’s just the slightly sweet but much more muted scent of the beta.

“Am I going to beg? Who's going to make me? It won’t be you.”

I roll and lunge; we exchange a volley of blows before I land on my back, wheezing.

“I thought you were supposed to be some super-trained serial killer. Look at you. Lying there, beaten up by a girl.”

I roll to my feet and charge her. This time, my blows are quick, and she has to work to evade them. We fight for about five minutes before she puts me back on my ass.

“Nice try, sunshine. You are not a morning kitten, are you? All puffing and panting and full of rage. Do you need a coffee?”