The Omega

1 pt.6

Supporting myself with the wall, I took in raw breaths as the guards surveyed the bloodied room before them.

Unlike me, they hadn't fallen to their knees in shock, instead they'd both made a mad dash to a sink to be sick.

Though a part of me was proud I didn't thrown up at the sight of the cooling corpses, another part was sickened that I had already become numb to the sight.

Fighting back a smirk, I watched as the guard who had chocked me, bent over a sink retching.

Sinking to the ground, I pulled my knees to my chest and stared with bated breaths as the two guards ventured further into the room. Holding handkerchiefs over the bottom halves of their faces, they bent one by one over the bodies.

Pressing gloved fingers to a pulse point on each body, they checked each  one for any source of life. Finding non, they began to examine the remains and study the morbidly drawn symbol on the ceiling.

I made no sound as they both took their time picking through every detail of the room. The superior of the two, paused for a moment in the middle of inspecting a bloodspattered  shower curtain to mindlink another member of the pack before returning to his work.

After several minutes passed, a pack warrior in his late forties entered the bathhouse with two high ranked assault team members flanking him closely.

This man was powerful.

This man carried himself with an impervious heir that radiated power and made him seem untouchable.

The two extremely strong assault team members, worked as assassins and mercenaries. If an alpha needed enemies eliminated, or if dangerous criminals escasped they would be sent to take care of the issue.

Pressing myself further against the wall, I prayed to the Moongoddes that they would ignore my existence.

The pack warrior must have been a high ranking General to have two assault team escorts. As a low level omega, it was in no way good to attracting so much attention.

But the Moongoddes must not have been smiling down on me, because the General's sharp eyes found me almost immediately. My breath caught in my throat as his startlingly blue irises took me in with unsettling calculation.

"She was the one who called in the attack I presume?" His voice sounded nothing like I expected it would. Based off his powerful and brooding appearance, I expected his voice to be gravelly and low. But, his voice is soft and sultry, quiet power lacing every word.

This man knows he is powerful, he understands that he does not need to yell in order to gain someones attention.  

He is another kind of dangerous.

He's not the bumbling fool who would shout just to let everyone know he's there, no, he was the type who would poison someone's cup and wait for them to fall to the floor before he spoke. He would wait, planning and observing, until the time was right and he was sure to succeed.

This man was a snake.

Shuddering under his intense stare, I  kept my gaze low on the floor. Direct eye contact with your superior was an act of outright disrespect. An omega disrespecting a general was like a snake facing off against a mouse. I would be crushed in a matter of seconds.

I didn't hear the Snake General's footsteps until the tips of his boots reached the edge of my vision.

I shivered as his leather gloved fingers pressed into my chin and tilted my head upwards. Keeping my eyes firmly planted on his chin, I kept my gaze empty.

This man was trying to make me look at him. But if I looked at him I would be directly challenging a general. That would be a whole new level of insanity.

"Look at me child." His voice was soft and gentle, more gentle then I would've expected a man of his station could express. But this was still a general, and I couldn't look him in the eyes. But he was also ordering me to meet his gaze.

Which would be worse, directly disobeying his orders or breaking the laws be meeting his gaze and challenging him?

There was no good option.

Choosing to pick the lesser of the evils, I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his eyes.

Before I even had time to process it, a blur of motion crossed my vision and my head cracked to the side.

My teeth bit into my cheek, and blood welled in my gums. The familiar burning sting of a slap heated my face and my eyes watered from the pain of it.

"You forget your place, omega." His voice is still as kind as the moment he'd told me to look at him. There was no anger or annoyance, only the guiding hand of an elder advising his pupil.

The warm metallic flavor of blood begins to fill my mouth as he grips my elbow with a gentle hand. Easing me into a standing position, I could feel his careful gaze taking in every aspect of my face.

I kept my head cast low as the Snake General wiped a droplet of blood from the corner of my mouth. Now his soft brown gloves will be stained with my blood.

It only took me a moment to realize with absolute horror, that his gloves were not brown, but stained that ruddy color by layer upon layer of dried blood.

My breath comes out in shuddering gasps as he steps away and turns to survey the room.

He takes in the room with one thorough glance before he's turned back to me again. I can feel his eyes. I can feel them on me.

"You are not needed here omega," I nearly leap for the door as his words leave his mouth. "Return to your duties and report to your supervisor at nineteen hundred hours. They will expect a breakdown of the events that occurred today. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

The words had barely left my mouth before I was spinning away from the General and speed walking out the door.