Page 63 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

"Uh-huh. And you're not at all overheating or experiencing cramps?" I raise a brow at her.

"Nope," she says through gritted teeth. "Everything is a perfectly normal temperature and my insides aren't twisting into a tight, hot ball of agony."

"Right, that sounds believable."

"Yep. Totally normal."

None of my research suggested an Omega could fall into a stubborn strop and refuse relief.

Her thighs are shiny with slick as it flows from her uncovered pussy. I'm trying not to look, but whenever I catch a glimpse, her pussy is swollen and pink. She hasn't touched it, though. Now and then, she uses the towel I provided to clean herself up, then goes right back to ignoring the way her body is screaming arousal.

Another cramp ripples through her, and her face pinches in pain. The blush on her cheeks stands out vividly against her pain-paled face.

I level her an exasperated look. She's not fooling anyone.

"Okay, so maybe my heat is happening," she sighs.

"You think?" I ask sarcastically.

She pokes her tongue out at me. Even if she's being stubborn and vicious, at least she still has her wits about her to banter.

I'm kicking myself for not having noticed the signs of her heat earlier. Her pheromone levels have been off the scale, and she's been in a state of pre-heat for weeks, just waiting for something to kick-start it.

"But it's such terrible timing!" she cries, flopping backward onto Knox's pillow before curling around it and hugging it tightly to her chest. "Who could have predicted my heat would start at the exact moment Viper murdered the General?"

I purse my lips.

"What?" Halley sits up, cocking her head to the side in a distinctly animalistic movement.

Oh yes, her instincts are racing to the forefront with every passing minute. I wonder whether adding my opinion is a smart move. After all, she's already tried to bite me and strike me with a boot.

I throw caution to the wind and give her my theory. "I think it's safe to assume it was the murder which set off your heat."

Her eyes narrow. "Are you saying I have a kink for murder?"

"No, I'm saying you have a kink for your Alphas doing violent and fucked-up shit," I state plainly.

Halley splutters, her already flushed cheeks puffing out in outrage.

"Come on, baby girl. The facts are clear. How else can you explain choosing Blaze for a mate? I mean, the guy carved your name into his own skin."

Halley opens her mouth to speak, but catches herself and crosses her arms as her lower lip juts in a defiant pout.

I smirk and wink at her. "See? A kink."

Halley inhales fast, her pupils somehow blowing even wider as her mouth falls open, and a fresh bloom of slick fills the air.

"You need to shut up and go away," she says, frantically scooting back in the nest and averting her eyes. She swipes furiously at sweat beading on her brow.

I sit up straighter, scanning for potential threats. "What's wrong?"

She looks up at the ceiling and licks her lips. "Nothing. It's fine, I just need you to face the corner of the room and never look at me again. Ever."

"What?"

She steals a glance at me, emits a squeak as our eyes connect, and then firmly closes her own.

"Why do you have to look like that?"