Commander: An Omegaverse novel

Chapter 7

Coming awake, Anna felt disoriented. The hum of medical equipment,  the steady beep of a heart rate monitor sounded around her as she peeled her heavy eyelids open, blinking the bright room. It had some similarities to the hospital room she had woken up in before... but everything around her seemed to be slightly different. The sheets were not scratchy like the standard-issue hospital ones she was used to, brushing her skin with a soft texture almost like silk. The walls painted a soothing grey color, taking away the clinical feel of a hospital room. She turned her head to the right she saw her arm was connected to a state of the art blood dialysis machine that hummed away. Two lines were connected to her arm, one drawing out her blood, taking out the hormones, the other line pumping the cleansed blood back in. She had gone through this process monthly with the Opposition once she began to have side effects three years ago, but the machine they used had to be over thirty years old, whirring aggressively as it sluggishly pulled her blood out in spurts. The process had always been... uncomfortable. This machine didn't falter, the smooth pulling not causing discomfort, at least as little as was possible when your blood was being drawn out against your will. As her last moments of consciousness came back to her, Anna's anger welled up. She had been so close... a choice she had made willingly, only to have Oversight snatch it from her the grip of death. She clenched her jaw, they had her now, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to make their lives difficult. She would fight what was coming tooth and nail, starting now. Anna reached towards the IV lines in her arm.  
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The voice made her freeze.
She slowly shifted her head to the end of the bed where the deep male voice had come from. The Alpha with honey-colored eyes was sitting in a chair against the wall, his legs crossed, balancing a laptop in his lap. His eyes met hers, making her flinched away. She might not have recognized him in the alley, but she did now.
She had seen his image a hundred times in the Oversight's propaganda, staring stony eyed out of the TV, always at the left hand of the Commander. They called him The Seeker. He was the Commander's assassin, with an uncanny ability to track targets. He had been the one to infiltrate the President's bunker, dragging him out to the Commander to deliver the killing blow which was broadcasted on live TV across the country. He had done this for countless targets, including Civat's mayor. She had watched that broadcast as well, on his knees before the Commander the old Beta begged for his life. The Commander had ignored the sniveling man as he listed off the charges against the Mayor and delivered his sentence of execution. The Seeker had stood rock solid, a slight smile on his lips as he watched the Commander decapitate the Mayor.
He rose from his seat, placing the laptop on a table beside him before striding over to her. Anna sat up, ignoring her body's protest and dizziness that came with the movement, and instinctually crossed her arms over herself in a weak attempt of protection against the dangerous man.
He came up beside the bed, still looking at her as he pressed a red button on the wall above her head. After it made a beeping noise, he crouched his massive form down next to her until his gaze was level with hers.
"See..If you were to rip those lines out, I would either have to restrain you, or compel you to not touch them little Omega, neither of which I want to do."
She narrowed her eyes at the man.

"Alphas have already tried to compel me. It doesn't work." 
 He didn't break eye contact as he brought a massive hand came down on hers.
One side of his mouth turned up in a smirk, he didn't break eye contact as he brought a massive hand came down on hers. Anna tried to pull her had away, but he held her firmly.
"You'll find that I can be much more persuasive than the Alpha's you have met so far... you will not touch the lines again." He said in an authoritative voice, giving her hand a small squeeze before pulling it away.
Anna felt a jolt run through her as her arm snapped back. Her gaze went down to her hand in horror, she tried to reach for the line again, but it was as if there was an invisible wall preventing her from grasping the lines. 
 
The compulsion was working.