Chapter 5

Frederick's POV

"You want an Alpha," I said, my voice hard with every ounce of pride I had left, "to obey the command of an ordinary omega." 

I held his gaze. "You must be sick."

"Then let me show you," he said, completely unbothered, "how sick people behave."

He turned toward the door and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Everyone come and see! I finally brought your Alpha to his k—"

My hand shot out and grabbed his dick.

The scream died.

His whole body jolted. 

Both hands slapped against the wall behind him and his head fell back and what came out of his mouth instead was a loud moan.

"Take me, daddy."

I stared at him.

What sort of miscalculation had produced this specific omega and then aimed him directly at my life.

"I swear," I said through my teeth, "you will not get away with this."

He lifted his head and looked down at me, still breathing unevenly, and had the audacity to smile.

"Oh you're still threatening me?" He tilted his chin toward the door. "Elders of Blackridge, come and—"

I took every inch of him into my mouth.

His hands flew into my hair and gripped hard and his hips lurched forward involuntarily.

"Fuck—"

I took him deeper, bopping my head to meet his thrust.

"Oh—" His voice cracked. "That wasn't so hard, was it." His grip tightened in my hair. 

"Good boy."

I moved and he moved with me, his hips rolling forward, meeting every thrust, his breathing fracturing steadily above me.

"Yes," he breathed. "Yes…right there—"

His hips snapped forward and a helpless sound tore out of him.

"Y-yes."

His fingers twisted tighter in my hair. "Is that why you've been acting so tough all this time?"

 A breathless laugh dissolved into a groan.

 "You didn't want anyone to know you like being controlled."

I wanted to pull back and make him regret every single word.

I didn't pull back.

"Don't you dare stop." His thighs were shaking against me. 

"I want to watch you swallow every drop down your throat." 

His grip went punishing. "Don't. Stop."

Me. Alpha General Frederick Lawson. Commander of a hundred and fifty werewolf packs. 

The most feared Alpha across every northern territory on my knees with an omega's cock down my throat.

And I had enjoyed every single second of it.

He pulled out slowly and spilled himself across my face.

"How does it feel," he said, chest heaving, looking down at me with those cold eyes, "knowing the seed that'll bear your heir just marked your face?"

I wiped my cheek slowly with the back of my hand and stood.

"You?" The contempt in my voice was real. 

"An ordinary omega bear my heir." I looked him over with deliberate dismissal. "You're good for nothing. I won't watch you stain my lineage with your filth."

Something shifted behind his eyes.

"Watch," he said quietly, "how this useless omega makes the great Alpha General scream his moans down the entire pack house."

He spun me around and I didn't get the chance to respond.

I couldn't tell you how many rounds we had.

I lost count somewhere in the middle of the night when counting stopped mattering entirely. 

All I knew was that every time I thought it was over, every time my body surrendered completely, he found another way to pull me back under. 

We were both starved, that was the only explanation I had

By the time consciousness returned the room was pale with early morning light.

Every muscle in my body was spent in a way I hadn't felt since active combat. 

I lay face up staring at the ceiling, breathing slowly, piecing myself back together one fragment at a time.

No omega should have been able to do that. 

No omega had the stamina to handle an Alpha through a full night like that. 

I had expected him to tire and beg for mercy, to finally show me the submission that he was supposed to demand.

Instead his energy had grown with every round. 

It made no sense.

What are you?  I thought, staring at the ceiling.

Then the other thing crept in quietly from the edges.

I hadn't thought about Elian once.

The silence should have felt like relief.

Instead it terrified me.

Because it meant this omega who had walked into my pack grounds in chains had done in one night what three years of grief and self-destruction had never managed.

He had made me forget.

And I was not ready to examine what that meant.

I turned my head.

The other side of the bed was empty.

Just a single folded piece of paper sitting on the pillow.

What is this omega up to now?

I reached for and unfolded it slowly, it read: 

I'm gone.