Alpha Lost

Mine

Author's Note: This chapter gave me the most grief of any chapter in the whole work.  Honestly, it was rewritten like 5 or 6 times.  I THINK it's finally where I want it, but let me know what you think in the comments.

All of his attention turned to the smug feral Omega who glanced down at the dead male that lay between them. Malcolm inhaled her heady scent deep into his lungs. Muscles expanded, and he exhaled slowly, never taking his eyes from the ridiculously fast and tricky female in front of him.

Icy glowing blue eyes transferred from the male at his feet to him. Her chest heaved with her exertions. A low rumbling sound filled the space between them, and Malcolm tensed muscles in his legs, sensing the Omega's energy change from fury to something else. Something heavy that pulsed with heat and need. With a challenging snarl, Omega launched herself at him, but unlike the Alpha she had already attacked, this one was ready for her.

Catching her in midair, he allowed Omega's legs to wrap around his waist, but he caught each of her wrists in his hands. Using her own momentum against her, he turned his neck sideways to avoid her snapping teeth while twisting her arms behind her. Gathering her wrists at the small of her back, he transferred his grip so that one of his enormous hands could hold both of hers. Applying pressure on her lower back, he maneuvered her squirming center to where his cock throbbed behind his zipper. With his free hand, he moved to grasp her neck under her jaw, tilting her head up. The move forced her back to arch, uplifting her naked breasts and pressing her heat against his body while keeping those white teeth away from his throat.

She screamed in defiance and tried to escape Malcolm's hold, but while she was all blind passion, her mate was a trained warrior. More importantly, he was an Alpha male in his prime with a mate who needed reminding about who was dominant in their relationship. A feral grin crossed his lips as his Alpha enjoyed the visual feast. A predator and hunter at heart, the blood that covered her chest and the fierce challenge she presented made his blood run hot and his cock tighten until it ached. Hiding his smile, Alpha spread his stance a little further apart to brace against her twisting body.

Upper body restrained by his hands and arms, she moved the only part that she could, and Malcolm grimaced as his little mate's heels drummed into the back of his thighs. She didn't have much range of motion, but when a well-placed heel caught the back of his thigh causing his body to unbalance, a grunt left his throat and his eyes narrowed on hers.

She paused all movement at the sound, and when he met her gaze with his own, a wicked grin crossed his Omega's face. Seconds later, while the heat in her eyes entranced him, another sharp hit to the back of his knee caused his knee to buckle for a second before he recovered.

Steel-gray eyes never leaving the flaming blue gaze that met his boldly, Alpha let a low rumble leave his chest and sink into hers. Communicating in the primal way of their ancient ancestors, the message was simple. Submit.

Her snarled reply was plain. No.

Alpha snapped.

The internal bridge joining Malcolm to his instinctual Alpha side disappeared into nothingness, and it left only the primal Alpha.

Their location, the dead alpha on the floor, and everything else disappeared in a wave of primal passionate fury. From his biologically programmed instincts and fifteen years of loving this female, Alpha knew what she needed.

Primitive urges are simple.

Fight or fuck.

Right now he wanted to do both, and judging by the angry lust-filled pheromones his mate released into the room, she felt the same.