“Right here, look at me.” Zayn pointed to fingers at his eyes, “you keep your eyes on mine. Your senses will let you see everything else.”
Liam swallowed, moving slightly with a tight nod. He had Zayn’s knife in his hand, squeezing it hard. Liam held a knife before, when he killed his father, but never thought he’d be holding it up to someone he loved.
“Are you scared?”
“Yes.”
“Of?”
“Will you hit me?”
“Will you let me?”
Liam swallowed again, fingers flexing, “no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I do not want you to.”
“Good boy.” Zayn raised a hand and Liam slapped it away. “I can over power you.” Liam nodded once, whining softly. “You know that.”
“Yes alpha.”
Zayn moved to the side, “you make sure no one touches you, but sometimes that person may be stronger. You may be in a weak state. Then what do you do?”
“Fight for my life.”
“And if you are afraid? If you know you might die?”
“I will call you.”
“And I will come running. I am not the fastest being in the world, but I am fast enough.”
Liam nodded, moving away from Zayn, “yes alpha.” Zayn quickly reached for Liam’s arm and the omega snarled, punching him in the shoulder before striking the knife across Zayn’s cheek. He missed, but not by much. “Do not touch me.”
Zayn smirked, “or what?”
“Or I will rip your head off.”
Zayn’s smirk grew into something a little darker, “you can try.”
“Or,” Liam blinked, a little more confident. “I will call my alpha, and he will.”
Liam was never confident in his fighting but was very much confident in his defense. He’d killed his father for hurting him. Liam was willing to kill alphas for touching him. He would rip out organs if he had to. It was until Zayn asked him if he could fight. He knew Liam could defend himself, but what if he needed to fight? What if he had to protect someone else? Could he?
So, they sparred on the weekends. Liam wanted to not only protect himself but protect the child growing in his belly. He hadn’t realized how nervous Zayn would make him. He feared Zayn’s strength because he knew his alpha’s strength.
Zayn licked his lips, looking his omega up and down, “beautiful.” He growled, squatting low, “run.” Liam took a deep breath, cheeks brightening. Zayn ground his teeth, scenting the cold air, “I said run.”
Liam scented back before taking off in a sprint towards the house, knife in hand, and his alpha on his trail.
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