Chapter Fourteen
Blaze
She’s perfection.
The moment she stumbled out of the troop carrier, blinking rapidly with a dazed expression, I was obsessed.
Obsession is nothing new to me. It’s been my constant companion since childhood, and I’ve grown so familiar with its whisperings that I barely notice them anymore.
The others know what I’m like. How I hyperfixate on things and spiral down a rabbit hole of compulsive behavior. In recent years, it usually ends with violence.
How could it not? All we do is fight.
The difference between me and my teammates is they can turn the violence off. I’m not like them. Once I set my sights on a target, I’m a lion on the hunt. Relentless and unstoppable.
Sometimes they intervene, but most of the time they let it run its course. It ends with a lot of blood, my obsession dead, and only then do the whisperings finally stop.
This time is different.
I’d rather slice my ear off and eat it raw than see her hurt. In fact, I’d cut the throat of anyone who even looked at her for too long.
The others have convinced themselves she’s just a mission. Another order from command that we’re obliged to complete, no questions asked. I know better.
She’s ours.
Our Omega.
How can she not be?
She pulled Viper back from Blood Lust. She saved our brother. He’s come back to us as the Viper we love who has been missing for years, overwhelmed by the threat of succumbing to Blood Lust and killing one of us in the blind rage.
I love my brother-in-arms, and we owe this little Omega a great debt.
As she stood there before Knox, steady despite her trembling legs and the fresh blood dripping from her shin, it was clear to me. She belongs with us.
She is a part of our team.
I could taste her quivering fear, shivering through the still mountain air like a live wire.
It traveled through me like a bolt of lightning.
When Shade radioed in from the vehicle hours ago to report he’d collected ‘The Package,’ he’d been cagey with information, but when pushed he described her scent as the moment after a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky in a brutal storm.
The guy is far more eloquent than I’ll ever be.
Fuck, I would have never described her scent like that.
To me, she smells like some kind of flower and power, and makes my nose tingle.
My teammates are pretending to be cool, calm and collected. I know them better. Knox especially is freaking the fuck out. The dude can handle training soldiers, leading troops into battle, but one little Omega has him petrified.
When we made our plans for this unusual mission, Shade impressed on us the need to ease her into military life and keep a strict professional distance. I think they’re nervous about me scaring her. They should’ve been more concerned about our Prime Alpha with an asshole streak a mile wide.
Shade was the best bet to collect her from Barkrood Base.
Being a Beta, he’s less of a threat to her.
In any other situation, Shade is more of a threat than all of us combined.
His wicked intelligence and disarming nature has brought countless enemies to their knees.
I’ve seen him use a drone to kill hundreds of charging humans in a single strike.
Fucking brutal. The spray of blood was spectacular.
She’d meet Knox next, and he’d give her the rules we agreed upon.
Rules to keep her safe from us. The bite collar is probably because of my more unpredictable tendencies, and at first I hated the idea of covering her mating gland, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of collaring her.
It calls to something primal inside me, the need to control and own my Omega.
A physical reminder that she’s ours. The others are gonna flay me alive when they realize I stealthily attached a little tag on it.
I scratched her name into the metal with my combat knife, lovingly naming her ‘Sparkles’. A pretty nickname for our pretty Omega.
I’m watching her now, in the hole Knox ordered her to dig.
The swell of her body and her scent calls to me like nothing else. Not even the thrill of a hunt or the scent of fear on our enemies compares.
She’s round and soft, everything we’re not. She’s so short and sweet, so innocent, yet with a burning determination in her pretty purple eyes. The way she stood up to Knox had my dick hard.
At first glance, she looks overweight. The uniform she’s wearing with the large Ω emblazoned on the breast makes her look like a shapeless blob. Yet, I get glimpses of her small waist. Her breasts sit high on her small chest, bouncing lightly with each scoop of the shovel into the dirt.
And her ass.
Rut-damn. That ass is dangerous. Each time she bends over, my dick twitches. The juicy globes strain against her pants and outline thick thighs and the perfect ass for pounding.
She’s exactly what I imagined an Omega to be.
I’ve only ever seen mated Omegas from a distance, protectively escorted by their Alphas. Not her. She’s alone and afraid.
Not for long. She might not know I’m watching her, but I’ll never leave her alone again.