Omega Bound
That was his mistake.
I moved before I could think.
My training took over, my body remembered the things my biology had forgotten, and I stepped closer to him.
My palm shooting up, crack, I struck his chin, snapping his head back.
Before he could recover, my leg swept behind him, and he crashed onto the pavement. I straddled him on the floor, grabbing his throat.
My fingers tightened one more minute, and I would crush his windpipe. The street went silent, looking at the absurdity of an Omega beating up an alpha.