Chapter 14 Rage
Rage
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
This omega is mine.
Her touch is soft. Confusing.
I keep waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come.
Her scent is sweet. Like strawberries. I think I like strawberries. I don’t know for sure. I can’t remember.
But if strawberries are like her, then I like strawberries.
“You have really pretty eyes,” she says.
Pretty?
No. She’s wrong.
Disgusting. Ugly. Beast. Monster.
Not pretty.
She’s pretty.
Red hair, bright green eyes. Kind eyes.
“I’m sorry if I talk too much,” she says. “I’ll be quiet now.”
A growl rises from my chest, and I bare my teeth.
No. I like her talking.
Please keep talking to me.
But the words don’t come out.
She looks at me, her eyes going wide.
“So you don’t want me to be quiet?” She asks.
I growl again.
She pouts as she runs her hands through her hair. Her hands are tiny. Like the rest of her.
“Sorry, I should ask a better question. I think you’re telling me you want me to continue talking, right?”
I dip my head once in a nod.
She smiles at me.
I want to burn that sight into my brain. I want her to look at me like that forever.
She’s mine.
I’ll kill whoever takes her away from me.
“Oh my God, you nodded! That’s fantastic! I’ll keep on talking then. Some people think I talk too much, but if you’re cool with it, I’ll talk enough for the both of us.”
She continues to gently wipe my face.
“You know, when I first started hearing things about you, I was pretty scared. But you’re not actually that scary, now that we seem to have an understanding here.”
Her touch feels nice. Real nice.
It cuts through the angry fog in my brain. It’s like I can finally breathe. Finally see. Finally smell.
I want to touch her.
My arms flex against the cuffs.
I want to feel if she’s as soft as she looks. Because all of her looks soft.
She apologized earlier. For not wearing clothes. Said they took them from her.
They’ve taken things from me, too.
I don’t like the thought of them taking things from her.
“Is something wrong?” She asks, her eyes darting to my flexing arms. “I’m done washing your face. I was thinking of wiping down your hair a bit, but that’d probably be a little annoying, since I’ll have to squeeze the water into it.”
She’s done? Does that mean she’ll stop touching me now?
I bend my head down, leaning as close to her touch as I can.
“Oh! I’ll assume you probably want me to wash your hair off. I’ll see what I can do with what I’ve got. I don’t want to dump this entire bucket over your head.”
She soaks a couple of rags and squeezes the water into my hair. The cold droplets drip down my face as I stare at hers.
She’s biting her bottom lip in concentration.
I’ve never been this close to a woman before. A naked woman. A naked omega.
She continues to try to wash my hair. It’s like she’s petting me. I push my head into her touch, wanting her hands on me forever.
“Does that feel okay?” She asks, running her nails over my scalp.
A sound I don’t think I’ve ever made vibrates through my chest.
“Oh, wow, was that a purr?” She gasps. “I take it you really like it then!”
The purr grows louder as she continues to run her hands through my damp hair.
“Okay, all done!” She drops the dirty rags in the bucket.
No. No, no, no!
She turns her back to me.
I see red.
My purr turns into a snarl as I thrash against the chains.
She can’t leave me now. She can’t!
She flinches as she spins on her heel, her eyes going wide.
“Oh no,” she whispers, reaching up and biting her thumbnail nervously. “Shoot, I forgot. Griffin told me not to turn my back on him. It made him think I was prey.”
I freeze when her eyes lock onto mine.
Good. I want her eyes on me. I don’t like when she turns away.
“I’m sorry, big guy,” she says. “I shouldn’t have turned around like that. I’ve just gotta give this bucket back to the handler, okay?”
She shuffles backwards, her steps small and slow.
I don’t like that she’s stepping away from me, but with her eyes on me, I don’t freak out again.
She knocks on the metal door, and it swings open.
“All done?” The guard huffs.
“Yeah. I’ve got all my fingers and toes intact still too,” she says.
He grabs the bucket from her and shoves her back inside.
A snarl rips from my chest at the sight of her tumbling to the floor onto her hands and knees.
Then, with a buzz and a hiss, the cuffs around my wrists pop open.
I’m free.
And she’s mine.