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“I’m an alpha. I don’t bow to men like you,” I replied furiously.

“Oh, you will. That I promise you,” he said, his tone far more menacing.

“You’re full of yourself,” I scoffed.

“Soon, you’ll be full of me too,” he chuckled.

“Fuck off,” I scowled. I really didn’t like the way my core had twisted even tighter at the mention of him fucking me. I shook with my fury, just barely containing myself.

My instincts seemed to be at war within me. On one hand, I wanted to eviscerate him and on the other, I just wanted to run. For the first time ever in my life, I wasn’t sure I could win the fight against another alpha and it left me feeling shaky and unsure of myself. And I hated it. Above all that, there was a tiny part of me that wanted him to subdue me and use me hard. That tiny piece of me wanted to be fucked and I hated that it even existed in the first place.

“Is something wrong, Freya?” he asked.

I seethed and my core twisted tight. A flash of pain tore through me and I pitched forward. Suddenly the air felt too thin and I panted, trying to draw more in and desperately failing. The room felt wrong. My sheets were mussed. The quilt was wrinkled, and the blanket wasn’t right. I snarled in his direction as I tried and failed to stop myself from fixing the bed. I rearranged the pillows, trying to make things feel like they should, and I flattened out the sheets. A silver glint caught my eye and I was reminded of my knife. I always kept it close by in case I was ever in need of protection in the middle of the night.

Now seemed like a particularly good time for that.

Aric watched me with an expectant curiosity as if my behavior was completely normal and not weird at all. He didn’t say anything more as he casually watched me make my bed to my liking. When I was finally satisfied, I stilled, flicking my gaze up to his as a sickening realization came over me. My mouth felt dry and I drew in a very shaky breath.

I was nesting, something that omegas instinctually did in preparation for estrous. I wasn’t ready to accept what that might mean. I didn’t even want to think about it. Alphas didn’t nest. That couldn’t be happening to me. It wasn’t possible.

He still looked at me like he understood. I hated that he was looking at me like that, like he knew me. As if he knew me better than I knew myself.

Omegas nested because it gave them comfort and a place of their own making before they would lose control to their instincts to be bred. I wasn’t an omega. I shouldn’t be doing this.

This wasn’t right. Something was wrong and I didn’t like it one bit.

“It will be easier for you if you stop fighting, Freya,” he said quietly. I snarled immediately in his direction, my alpha directly challenging his and he rose to his feet. He didn’t make a move toward me, but I felt threatened all the same.

I wanted to scratch his eyes out of his skull for thinking he could shove his massive cock into my body. He wasn’t going to claim me for himself.

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sp; My fury boiled over and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I burst forward, tearing off the bed with wild abandon as I threw myself at him with a snarl, the sound high pitched and explosive. He didn’t even move. He stood there, waiting for me to reach him before he quickly grabbed at my wrists and used his body weight to slam me back down on the bed. I yelped in surprise. I had seriously underestimated how strong he was. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and used his other to press his fingers around my throat.

I’d never been manhandled like this before. There was a tiny thrill that raced through me at the thought, but I forced it away and brought my knee up as hard as I could between his legs. With a grunt, he removed his hand from my throat and cupped at himself, trying to relieve the pain I’d brought down upon him. Swiftly, I brought my knee up for a second time, but he twisted his hips and I tried to break my wrists free from his hold. If he thought I was going to give in easily, he was going to learn that he was very wrong. I was stronger, taller, and faster than most omegas. I fought in more battles than I could count, and I would put everything into fighting back against this man and his brazen attempt to claim me for himself.

In a rush, he sat down on the bed and pulled me forward by my wrists so that I landed on my stomach across his thighs. I squeaked, stilling at being forced into such a precarious position. I twisted hard and pushed up against the bed in order to escape, but his arm wound around my hips and pressed me back into place. An icy anxiety propelled from deep within me, edging over my skin, and I shivered hard, still trying with all my might to push myself off of his lap.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let me go this instant,” I demanded with as much conviction as I could manage. Being face down over his knee was making me feel extremely uneasy, especially if I was unable to break his hold. I kicked my feet and tried to use the muscles in my legs to propel myself off his lap, but nothing seemed to work. Instead, his arm simply tightened around my hips and held me even more securely in place. I shrieked with fury and his palm pressed against my backside, making me still almost instantly.

A cold chill raced over my skin.

His fingers gripped the fabric of my nightgown and I tensed.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarled.

“It’s not up to you anymore, Freya,” he said softly. Painfully slowly, he raised my chemise, baring my calves, then the backs of my legs until he paused just before baring my bottom.

“I’m going to kill you,” I threatened.

“I’m sure you will, but if you’re going to try, I’m going to make sure you have a bright red bottom when you do,” he answered.

Wait.

What?

As he pulled the fabric up even higher, I came to the realization that Aric had every intention of punishing me for ignoring his command.

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