Merricks Book - The 12 Sectors - Redeeming Her Alpha (authors rough cut)

Chapter 18

ZinnA DYING OMEGA

"Finish for now."

Zinn dropped her knife and the rag in the water bowl before she realized she'd done it. Obeying him. He'd done it. Used that command. It went into her ears and took her body over instantly.

"Come here." His rough voice touched, pulled. Warned her.

She let her whimper escape. Unsure if she wanted this, or rejected this with everything in her being.

"Gem's asleep. The boy's asleep or pretending good enough for me. Can't you hear his deep breathing? Bet he's used to noise where he grew up, right? Take your clothes off. Show me who you are, little breeder."

"What?"

"Clothes. Off. Now." He pulled something under him so he could sit up and see her more easily.

Zinn wasn't stupid. She knew what happened between men and women. But how could this male think she wanted to expose herself to him right this moment—to a stranger? Mer was right, the children were asleep. She could hear their deep breaths and childish snores. She'd asked him to not use her in front of them, and he was making good on the promise. That didn't mean she was ready for what the alpha might demand.

"I'm not going to do that," she said.

He made a noise, a rumble. The growly sound carried across the little space, melting into her skin, an invasion, a vibration searching out the nerves in her body. Oh no. What was this? What in the world was this?

"You are going to do that. Take. Your. Clothes. Off."

That command hit her as hard as a punch, right at the base of her spine. Zinn's body spasmed, jerking forward in physical response. Mer's words slurred together in a masculine, monstrous growl. It took her mind a moment to translate what her body already wanted to do.

Zinn undid the ties of her jacket, then her overshirt, pulling the clothing off and throwing it to the floor. She felt her face twist in dismay as her muscles obeyed. She'd been wearing most of her clothing when they escaped the warren and still had on all the layers for warmth. Two other tops came off before she got to the one that kept her chest from bouncing free, open to his ridicule.

"That's it, Little Bit. Do what your alpha says, sweetheart."

Her hands shook and her insides trembled. His growl sank through skin, flesh, bone, and will power, running hot and molten down through her abdomen, and into her pelvis. The sound gathered. Tightened. Vibrated. A full serving of pure lust from alpha to omega, and she couldn't resist its compulsive power.

"Keep going. All. Of. It. Move closer to that fire, omega. Let me see."

She moved where he wanted her, keeping her eyes on him—a predator.

"Why?" she whimpered at the question. His growl hurt.

He swallowed and snapped his teeth at her. "Why? Because I need this. Because my cock hurts- you got the fucking thing hard enough to pound nails. But that's not what it's made for, is it?"

"I didn't do anything. Helping you." The shelter wasn't that cold. She'd built up the fire to boil water, and could feel the heat all along one side. But his command set her to trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"You did everything. Omega. You are a breeder omega, that's enough." He pointed at her. "But then you did more. Fucking beautiful. Being nice to me." He said that as if no one was ever nice to him.

Zinn opened her mouth to tell him she was just being decent.

He didn't give her a chance. "Take them off. The chest wrap. Everything. I want to see my omega."