Her Alpha [WINTERWIDOW]

Chapter 1

She tastes blood in her throat, the sharp pain in her chest of running too fast. Her legs begin to ache as she increases her speed. She ignores the scratches & stabs of many twigs in her way and carries on deeper into the woods. Fear keeping her moving.

Her car tires had been shot at and bullets were flying through the car windows & she had get out of there. She knew they would send someone but she was not prepard. She wouldn't be running now if she weren't outgunned by her assassin. Her car had spun in circles when she lost control & had stopped near the woods where she ran off. That's how she's here. A bullet graze on her shoulder.

The assassin, the Winter Soldier, she's heard of him and has feared him since the Red Room. She hasn't met the notorious terrorist before, but knows damn well what he's capable of. That is why she is running so fast, she knows she can't hide. She knows very well that he will find her so simple even if she buries herself deep into the undergrounds of the earth. He's just that good.

She runs and turns into different directions, making zigzags. She briefly looks over her shoulder, her red hair whipping in her face and gets in the way of her sight. She turns her head back around before she trips over a fallen tree trunk and her head is the first to hit the ground painfully.

She gasps in immense pain and forces herself to move after seconds of recovering, but she can't. Not because her body is still processing the aching pain, but because her foot is stuck between a rock and the tree trunk.

She panics, breathing fast, and the fear is spreading so deeply into her core. She can feel him. She can just feel him coming near. She tries to pull her leg but only hurts her foot more. "No, no, no, no." Shit. This can't be happening. She's panting hard and fast, her mind spinning in circles. Making it difficult for her to come with a plan.

She sits up slowly, grunting as she does so, and pulls her leg again. She yelps in pain and stops immediately. She can feel the wetness on her foot, she can see red soaking the ends of her pants.

She hears something snap in a distance and her body starts shivering. Her hands shaking as she grips her leg and tries to pull her foot out. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming. And he will kill her if she does not escape fast enough.

She screams pulling her leg, feeling her foot budge a little, but it's only an inch. She feels tears spilling out of her eyes and her breathing turns hallow. She closes her eyes and inhales sharply through her nose before exhaling. Readying herself for her death. She knew this was coming. So just why is she still fighting?

She opens her eyes long moments later, finding the barrel of his rifle in her face. She swallows. Her heart beating so fast it's pounding in her ears. She sees the metal arm, the red Soviet star on it's upper bicep. He's real. He's not a ghost. He's real. And he will kill her.

He's wearing a face mask and goggles, but she can easily imagine his emotionless face. His cold, calculating eyes. Maybe blue, green or brown.

His metal finger is curled around the trigger and she stares up at him with big green eyes. Breathing hard.

Why is she not dead?

Long strands of brown hair are hanging over his face. His body, in nothing but a black stealth suit and boots. On his stealth suit, there is a gun holster on his hip and she has the urge to grab it. But she knows he will kill her before her finger even touches the holster. He's fast and very assessive. He can read her like an open book and she wouldn't be surprised if he could tell that she wants to grab his gun from his holster.

She balls her hands into fists and stares back at him. But it is a weak stare, as much as she tries to put up her tough exterior.

She swallows, somehow feeling a hot knot between her thighs. She shifts, which only encourages the knot even more, causing friction. She gasps as it grows, and she looks at him with a shocked expression.

She can smell him, for the first time, the very spicey smell of an alpha. It reeks and it intoxicates her. It overwhelms her and all these raw emotions start to conjure inside of her. She's breathing hard now, leaning away from him. She watches him lower his rifle and the heat grows stronger.

Shit.

No it can't be.

He can't be.

He lowers himself to her until he's at her level and points the barrel of his rifle downward. Her heart picks up it's speed even more.

His normal hand, which is also gloved, reaches to cup her cheek gently and she unsurprisingly allows it. She's his Omega, and him her Alpha. But it can't be. She leans into the touch desperately and moans, the sound making him go rigid. He wants this. He wants this as much as she does. She doesn't dare move, only leans her head into his hand more.

And then next she feels white hot pain to the side of her head and her world turns black.

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