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Success. A word with as many meanings as the number of people who chose to define it. To some, it meant wealth, status, accomplishments measured against mainstream metrics. To others, it meant family, relationship, mirrored bites worn proudly upon the throats. To Elijah Yates, the definition was simple. He was the face of success, the poster child of excellence, the alpha among alphas. Be it his imposing height or equally imposing family name, he was synonymous with affluence and fame. Yates Technologies was one of the chief players in military defense, be it aviation, space, or cybersecurity. Boasting an annual revenue exceeding the GDP of most small countries, Yates Technologies, and the family behind it, rightfully found themselves front and center on several issues of Forbes now.
With that in mind, perhaps it went without saying that the Shiones were rightfully nervous about the charity gala tonight going according to plan. Now, make no mistake, the Shiones were no small fries swimming amongst the big fishies. Owing their success in large part to their exceptionally successful global import-export business, they were shoulders to shoulders with the other titans in their field. That was the thing with success though. It was oft said that success begot success, but what was less talked about was the greed success inspired. The Shiones wanted more. And Yates, Yates was more.
Now, the suit-clad sharks were more than capable of scrutinizing through the details with a fine-toothed comb, the Shione patriarch concerned himself with something more…traditional. With the laws of the primitive order, if you would. He was an old fashioned man, the sort of alpha who wore his pheromone like a bludgeon. To him, family was important, important and useful. Each had their purpose, but tonight, Karina Shione would be the star of the show. The engagement was already official, despite the intended pair having at most brushed shoulders at a few paparazzi-flooded public events. Affection was impossible, and love a laughable dream, but that, that was just the cost of doing business.
He was a calculating man though, one who loved to hedge his bets. And there was no better way to cement this marriage alliance than a litter of pups between the soon to be wedded pair. That was the easy part. The where and when were already set in stone, now, he just needed the pieces to fall into place.
The charity gala was beginning to wind down. Pictures have been snapped, hands have been shook, and champagne and amuse-bouche have flowed in great abundance. As guests orbited their gracious hosts, the darlings of the night were nowhere to be found.
“Come back with me to my penthouse tonight.” It wasn’t a question, nor a suggestion, but a command. Here, in the back and away from the public eye, Elijah Yates exchanged his award-winning smile for something suitably predatory. He was absolutely an attractive man, tall and with shoulders broad enough to fit his alpha status. Then again, some modicum of attractiveness was a given in these circles, when generation after generation self-selected amongst themselves for suitable breeding. It wasn’t hard to tell what was on his mind either, with the way he towered over Karina, a hand against the wall and trapping her against the same. “You’ve been teasing me with your scent all night.” His voice dipped into a growl, pheromone flaring sharply. “We are engaged, there’s no harm getting to know each other a little better.” He was growing impatient with her lukewarm attitude, and his baby blue eyes were several shades darker. He was Elijah Yates! Omegas threw themselves at him in troves, and she, his fiancée, would learn her place soon enough. If he had to teach it to her himself, then so be it.
With that in mind, perhaps it went without saying that the Shiones were rightfully nervous about the charity gala tonight going according to plan. Now, make no mistake, the Shiones were no small fries swimming amongst the big fishies. Owing their success in large part to their exceptionally successful global import-export business, they were shoulders to shoulders with the other titans in their field. That was the thing with success though. It was oft said that success begot success, but what was less talked about was the greed success inspired. The Shiones wanted more. And Yates, Yates was more.
Now, the suit-clad sharks were more than capable of scrutinizing through the details with a fine-toothed comb, the Shione patriarch concerned himself with something more…traditional. With the laws of the primitive order, if you would. He was an old fashioned man, the sort of alpha who wore his pheromone like a bludgeon. To him, family was important, important and useful. Each had their purpose, but tonight, Karina Shione would be the star of the show. The engagement was already official, despite the intended pair having at most brushed shoulders at a few paparazzi-flooded public events. Affection was impossible, and love a laughable dream, but that, that was just the cost of doing business.
He was a calculating man though, one who loved to hedge his bets. And there was no better way to cement this marriage alliance than a litter of pups between the soon to be wedded pair. That was the easy part. The where and when were already set in stone, now, he just needed the pieces to fall into place.
The charity gala was beginning to wind down. Pictures have been snapped, hands have been shook, and champagne and amuse-bouche have flowed in great abundance. As guests orbited their gracious hosts, the darlings of the night were nowhere to be found.
“Come back with me to my penthouse tonight.” It wasn’t a question, nor a suggestion, but a command. Here, in the back and away from the public eye, Elijah Yates exchanged his award-winning smile for something suitably predatory. He was absolutely an attractive man, tall and with shoulders broad enough to fit his alpha status. Then again, some modicum of attractiveness was a given in these circles, when generation after generation self-selected amongst themselves for suitable breeding. It wasn’t hard to tell what was on his mind either, with the way he towered over Karina, a hand against the wall and trapping her against the same. “You’ve been teasing me with your scent all night.” His voice dipped into a growl, pheromone flaring sharply. “We are engaged, there’s no harm getting to know each other a little better.” He was growing impatient with her lukewarm attitude, and his baby blue eyes were several shades darker. He was Elijah Yates! Omegas threw themselves at him in troves, and she, his fiancée, would learn her place soon enough. If he had to teach it to her himself, then so be it.
“You are mine, start acting like it.”
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The comparison could be made between the elite and royalty. Often it was assumed that their lives were nothing but glamorous, pampered and easy. While some of that was true, it wasn't the end all be all. Who would know better than an Omega for one of the cities most powerful families? The darling of the glittering elite. There were expectations of Karina that she couldn't shake and it wasn't like she hadn't tried. Darling and Ice Queen, that was the reputation that she'd fostered as she'd grown into marrying age. Alphas were a dime a dozen and they all looked at her the same. It made her hackles rise each time she felt their eyes on her. Meal ticket, golden ticket... always something to own or advance their own station. A prize bitch for any who could win her heart; or offer her father enough to secure that a match be made. What was her consent? She was nothing more than a bargaining chip.
When people looked at Karina they only saw her for her looks at first, her scent came second. It was never for what was in her head and most didn't appreciate the frostiness of her demeanor when they got closer. At five feet she was tiny, one might even say dainty when looking at her supple, soft limbs and patrician features. When one added in the ample curves that she'd grown into early, Karina looked like she should have been the perfect omega. Unfortunately there was a bite to her. It mattered not if she was drenched in fine silks and jewels, she wasn't as soft as she appeared. It was at odds with her scent as well. The richness of burnt sugar, the sweetness of almonds and the lingering warmth of cinnamon. She smelled delectable, or so she'd been told. It drew the Alphas in like bees to the flower and their desire? To pollinate. Karina would have rathered marred her perfect manicure with their blood then allowed them to claim her or fuck her.
Elijah was the cream of the crop, any girl would have been lucky to be at his side. The marriage had been arraigned between her father and his family, likely driven by Elijah himself.. He was known to want the best of the best and without being prideful, there were few who could hold a candle to her.
He had been charming, genteel and done everything right. Karina hated him. She knew him by reputation, knew the sort of man she'd been sold to. She'd argued with her father, gone as far to raise her voice to him. Her reward? She'd been backhanded and told she'd do as she was told. Her feelings on this marriage were irrelevant. That had been made clear to her. The way he touched her, like he owned her had tested the limits of her already frazzled patience.
He all but did though... didn't he?
"Come back with me to my penthouse tonight."
There was no lilt to his words, it was not a question nor a request. A demand that she come back with him. She stiffened slightly beside him, her eyes lowered to hide the flash of anger that she knew she couldn't hide from him. Knew was unwise while there were still people about. When she knew she could control her features she tipped her face up to him, looking into his handsome face, a cat-like head tilt given. She willed confusion into her blue-violet eyes, uncertainty. The last thing she wanted was to go anywhere with him. Shifting away from him slightly she placed her back unwittingly to a wall. This submissive position was instantly taken advantage of as he crowded her, forcing her to back up. Her back hit the wall and her eyes widened in surprise, his hand coming to rest by her head, trapping her in place as he leaned in closer.
The demure act was slowly breaking and her eyes flashed dangerously at him as the dreaded words left his lips.
"You are mine, start acting like it."
A hand rose, sliding up his chest until she cupped his cheek. "I am not your property, darling." Her voice was honied, husky like a well aged whiskey. It didn't match who she was either. Her nails bit into his cheek, lightly for now the tips sharp against his lovely face. "Take a step back and allow me to leave here.. Alone." It was a risk, a play that she couldn't really back up. She was no match for him strength-wise. He easily had fifty pounds on her, if not more. She was betting on his desire to not want to cause a scene. She'd shown her hand though. Karina was not going to be a good little omega for him. He was like all the rest.
A pig.
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“Property?” His smile parted wide enough to show a glimpse of fangs, eyes flashing with malevolent intent. In Elijah’s opinion, Karina had absolutely no right to talk back to him. That being said though, docile and demure were only so amusing after a time. He had known that she wouldn’t be quite so malleable…but that just excited him. As for the why, his hand rising to capture hers, squeezing tightly enough for a sharp lick of pain, would elucidate the same.
Before she might even so much as squirm, he had her other wrist in his grasp too, and the look he wore was entirely devoid of the genteel charade he demonstrated in public. “I wouldn’t say that…” He licked his lips, sensing her discomfort and reveling in her uncertainty. Leaning closer, his words came hushed, but no less sinister for want of volume. “You are going to be my bitch.” He chuckled, low and guttural, instincts on full display as his bear-like ears fanned toward her with interest.
“And soon, you’ll beg me for that honor. Do you not feel it? Because I can smell you.” To say that Elijah has been around the blocks a few times would be the understatement of the century. To alphas, there were truly nothing sweeter than the scent of an omega’s heat. Even in its inception stages, it was surer than any siren’s call. He knew from experience how much sweeter that scent would bloom, and could feel his slacks tighten at the prospects. It would take time for Karina to ripen, but a little adrenaline would certainly help, and Elijah knew just what would spur that along. “Down this way,” he gestured with a snap of his chin down the corridor to their side, “is a door that will lead to the underground parking garage. I am feeling generous, so I will give you a head start.”
He released her wrists, took a step back, and grinned at her with a look that was more animal than man.
“What are you waiting for? Run.”
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Her eyes had lifted to his face in time to see the glimpse of his fangs as Elijah smiled, the look in his eyes though chilled Karina to the bone. Just like the others and yet, far more dangerous. Others had not been thrilled with her easy dismissal of them, but few were willing to risk using force. Elijah it seemed had no such qualms. The beginning of fear licked up her spine as his hand rose to capture her own. His strong fingers closed around her own and it took effort to keep the pain from her face as he squeezed her fingers. That pain licked through her bones, barking sharply in protest. Gods, he was quick. Her wrist now on his other hand, effectively trapping her just as efficiently as cornering her to the wall had done. The coldness to his features, now this was the real man. Her chin lifted as she stilled in his grasp. She would not give him the satisfaction of feeling her struggle.
Her scent had shifted subtly and while her face hid the pain she suffered at his hands, the fear and the uncertainty, her scent wasn't able to be managed so easily. There was hunger in his eyes as he leaned closer to her. He took pleasure in her fear, in her pain. Dangerous. His bitch. A low, growl left her and her ears pinned back. Her aggression plain now, not bothering to hide her distaste for him. Perhaps unwise, Karina didn't care. She wouldn't let him bully her. She wasn't some delicate flower that would bend or break simply because he wished it. "I will never beg." her voice was husky with that anger, her eyes flashing. "I feel nothing but revulsion for the pig dressed in bear's clothing."
He all but ignored her words, too lost in his own lust. The desire to claim her... Her eyes flickered from his face to the direction he'd gestured. Head.. start. The implication was clear. There would be a chase and if she lost... rape. Frustration at her lot in life, as a predator, being forced to flee as if she was... a damned bunny. She had claws, teeth of her own. Yet, fate had made her an omega. His hand released her and she took a step away from him, her eyes narrowed. "Bastard." Karina didn't need to question why, or what would happen. She knew. Mentally she swore as she turned on her heel, heading away from him. She could have refused, but in truth, she had no idea what that would result in. She'd been all but bought and sold... Would anyone step in for her? Likely.. not. She walked calmly to the door and vanished behind it. She allowed herself a moment, just one, to inhale shakily as she stripped her heels off. She hated him, hated them all. None of them were different. All Alphas were exactly the same.What choice did she have but to run? Her bare feet hit the pavement of the garage, a pitter patter that echoed in the underground structure. Her goal was to escape to the surface. To get away from him. She'd not let him win.
She was no one's prize. No one's bitch.
She would set the world ablaze before letting him touch her...
She would set the world ablaze before letting him touch her...
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Such bold words. The dripping venom, the forcible spite, ah, how it amused Elijah. He enjoyed a well-behaved omega every now and then, and certainly had access to no shortage of the same. But what he really liked were the feisty ones. Specifically, breaking the feisty ones. Karina’s claws would prove ineffectual with her wrists pinned, and her fangs would never reach anywhere of consequence. He liked hunting the ones that tried to fight back. It made it that much sweeter when he inevitably won, unerringly subjugating them to his will. Patience. He reminded himself. Not out of any respect to her, laughable, but because letting her run was part of his fun.
“Cut the CCTV to Garage C,” he waited until she was out of earshot before muttering into his earpiece. His hand-selected security detail knew well what that meant, and they would never question him. This wasn’t his first time, nor would it be his last. Elijah considered himself an artiste when it came to ensuring that he left no evidence. It would be the perfect crime. “Oh, and lock it down.” With no one watching, his grin was cruel. Karina wouldn’t even have a real chance to flee. Fairness? A comical concept only the feeble believed in. It was a dog eat dog world, but nothing ate a bear.
Today was…a day.
Which was to say, it wasn’t a particularly good day, but nor was it a particularly bad day. Days had a tendency to kind of blur into one another, particularly when her day job consisted of an eye watering amount of code. Well, her “official” day job, anyway.
See, Kristen Summers was your average middle-class computer nerd, ahem, cybersecurity specialist. Born and raised in a neighboring state, Kristen attended school in her home town before graduating top of her class. She had no significant others of note and mostly kept to herself. Always had a dream of working for Yates Technologies, and fulfilled that dream right about four months ago, when she transferred in from another well-to-do defense contractor… She could go on. Because she knew Kristen Summers backwards and forwards. And, yawn inducingly boring as it were, it was an effective alias.
She had others too, had enough security cards, IDs and fake diplomas to fill a small filing cabinet. Some she enjoyed more than others, but by and large, it was just something she had to do. Because, well, let’s just say that the alternative is a very small cell with the key inexplicably misplaced. With that in mind, names didn’t hold much meaning to her, but, if she had to offer one… Well, her favorite had always been Woe. It was a common enough screen name amongst edgy teenagers who sported dyed jet black hair and Linkin Park t-shirts. But those in the know would know that there was only ever one Woe of note. Hacker, bounty hunter, killer-for-hire, a mysterious individual that left no calling card but always fulfilled the contract. Kind of a big deal amongst some circles, at least, until said individual mysteriously disappeared right around, oh, seven years ago.
Yeah, hi, that was her. Hacker, bounty hunter, killer-for-hire, and, alas, good little federal government agent on a very tight leash. Siiiiiigh.
Anyway, back to the present, she was doing that thing she does, monitoring security for Yates Technologies and definitely not hacking into its systems. See, hacking, that was easy. But hacking without being detected was infinitely harder. It was time consuming work, but, after four months, she darest say that she had made some good headway. Enough to, for example, pick up on a strictly confidential communication from one Elijah Yates to his security detail.
“Cut the CCTV to Garage C. Oh, and lock it down.”
Now that was interesting. Being the naturally inquisitive sort, Woe had almost a sixth sense for knowing where the deets would be. And this, from the licentious and smug tone to the most unusual request, well, how could she possibly not check it out. And so, she pulled her hoodie over her head, unclipped her identification card and stowed it away, and dipped from her office.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Elijah was having a blast. Each of the parking garages were sectioned off from the next for security purposes. And, with the doors closed and the elevators locked, Karina had nowhere to run. Unsurprisingly, when he finally emerged into the garage himself, she was nowhere in sight. “Smart girl,” he muttered under his breath, in that entirely condescending sort of way, “but you can’t hide forever.”
It was dark in the garage. All the overhead lights shut off when the place was locked down, and the only light source were the emergency exit signs. Which were locked too, of course. That suited him fine. His nightvision wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. More importantly, he didn’t plan on using his eyes in the first place. No, he took particular pleasure hunting her by scent, sniffing down each row of cars and looking to pick up that familiar sugar, almond & cinnamon combo. Because she could control her voice. She could crouch and hide in the shadows. But no omega could never perfectly control her scent. He knew that. She knew that. And he loved the torment that knowledge would inflict.
He inhaled again, and this time, he grinned. Turning sharply to his right, he proceeded unerringly towards Karina’s hiding spot.
“Cut the CCTV to Garage C,” he waited until she was out of earshot before muttering into his earpiece. His hand-selected security detail knew well what that meant, and they would never question him. This wasn’t his first time, nor would it be his last. Elijah considered himself an artiste when it came to ensuring that he left no evidence. It would be the perfect crime. “Oh, and lock it down.” With no one watching, his grin was cruel. Karina wouldn’t even have a real chance to flee. Fairness? A comical concept only the feeble believed in. It was a dog eat dog world, but nothing ate a bear.
Today was…a day.
Which was to say, it wasn’t a particularly good day, but nor was it a particularly bad day. Days had a tendency to kind of blur into one another, particularly when her day job consisted of an eye watering amount of code. Well, her “official” day job, anyway.
See, Kristen Summers was your average middle-class computer nerd, ahem, cybersecurity specialist. Born and raised in a neighboring state, Kristen attended school in her home town before graduating top of her class. She had no significant others of note and mostly kept to herself. Always had a dream of working for Yates Technologies, and fulfilled that dream right about four months ago, when she transferred in from another well-to-do defense contractor… She could go on. Because she knew Kristen Summers backwards and forwards. And, yawn inducingly boring as it were, it was an effective alias.
She had others too, had enough security cards, IDs and fake diplomas to fill a small filing cabinet. Some she enjoyed more than others, but by and large, it was just something she had to do. Because, well, let’s just say that the alternative is a very small cell with the key inexplicably misplaced. With that in mind, names didn’t hold much meaning to her, but, if she had to offer one… Well, her favorite had always been Woe. It was a common enough screen name amongst edgy teenagers who sported dyed jet black hair and Linkin Park t-shirts. But those in the know would know that there was only ever one Woe of note. Hacker, bounty hunter, killer-for-hire, a mysterious individual that left no calling card but always fulfilled the contract. Kind of a big deal amongst some circles, at least, until said individual mysteriously disappeared right around, oh, seven years ago.
Yeah, hi, that was her. Hacker, bounty hunter, killer-for-hire, and, alas, good little federal government agent on a very tight leash. Siiiiiigh.
Anyway, back to the present, she was doing that thing she does, monitoring security for Yates Technologies and definitely not hacking into its systems. See, hacking, that was easy. But hacking without being detected was infinitely harder. It was time consuming work, but, after four months, she darest say that she had made some good headway. Enough to, for example, pick up on a strictly confidential communication from one Elijah Yates to his security detail.
“Cut the CCTV to Garage C. Oh, and lock it down.”
Now that was interesting. Being the naturally inquisitive sort, Woe had almost a sixth sense for knowing where the deets would be. And this, from the licentious and smug tone to the most unusual request, well, how could she possibly not check it out. And so, she pulled her hoodie over her head, unclipped her identification card and stowed it away, and dipped from her office.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Elijah was having a blast. Each of the parking garages were sectioned off from the next for security purposes. And, with the doors closed and the elevators locked, Karina had nowhere to run. Unsurprisingly, when he finally emerged into the garage himself, she was nowhere in sight. “Smart girl,” he muttered under his breath, in that entirely condescending sort of way, “but you can’t hide forever.”
It was dark in the garage. All the overhead lights shut off when the place was locked down, and the only light source were the emergency exit signs. Which were locked too, of course. That suited him fine. His nightvision wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. More importantly, he didn’t plan on using his eyes in the first place. No, he took particular pleasure hunting her by scent, sniffing down each row of cars and looking to pick up that familiar sugar, almond & cinnamon combo. Because she could control her voice. She could crouch and hide in the shadows. But no omega could never perfectly control her scent. He knew that. She knew that. And he loved the torment that knowledge would inflict.
He inhaled again, and this time, he grinned. Turning sharply to his right, he proceeded unerringly towards Karina’s hiding spot.
Game over.
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She'd tried for an exit first. of course she had. It was the smartest route. Outside, he'd never be able to find her. When she'd hit the metal gate that had been dropped moments before she bit back a snarl of frustration. Of course the smug bastard wouldn't play fair. He couldn't hunt, not really. He needed caged prey. Typical. Spoiled. Weak. Karina knew now she would be caught. It wasn't a matter of if.. but when. What she needed to do was distract him as much as she could. He'd find it amusing, naturally. Karina was buying herself time. Not for her family, that was laughable. She was now Elijah's property. Married or not. They'd not come to her rescue. Even as she hoped, she knew that hope was foolish.. naïve. No one would come to her rescue.
She ran silently to a corner. There she squirmed out of her panties, if one could call the scraps of lace she wore panties. They were hidden behind a car and she looped around wide, to avoid him. She could hear his voice, rumbling off her concrete prison. It was low, but the echoes reached her ears. Snarling silently Karina moved slowly, careful to avoid him, still looking for an escape. Any escape. He'd taken the bait, but even if he found the distraction amusing, it wouldn't stall him for long. She could never hide her scent fully. The frustration of the situation ate at her, angered her. Pushing at a door, she found it locked though she could hear men on the other side. No doubt his men. Which meant even if she screamed it wouldn't help. They wouldn't bat an eyelash at her fiancé raping her.
Her nails bit into her palms for a moment and she took several slow deep breaths. Anger wouldn't help her here. Her eyes scanned the wall. The gate.. the doors.. all controlled by him. Could she make it back to the original door? Something told her it too would be locked, but could she risk not checking it? Running toward it, she hated herself for the foolish hope, hated that she had been born an Omega. Even a predator, she wouldn't be a match for him. Her nails, her teeth, they would mean nothing. He would rape her.. She'd fight. He'd punish her. The events were laid out before her like a script and Karina fought the hopelessness, refusing to allow it to settle in. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking her. They were all the same. Alpha assumed they had some right to her.
Elijah would have to kill her to tame her.
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Ordinarily speaking, being “outplayed” was an unthinkable concept to Elijah. That he did not play fair should be hints enough how much he detested losing. In this case though, he found that he was unable to be moved to anger, not when all of his senses clamored for the nearby omega. Finding her panties instead of her had been a minor setback, if anything, her scent only inflamed his senses. His lips were peeled back, that lecherous sneer betraying his true colors, even as he pocketed his trophy. “How sweet of you to spare me the trouble of ripping these off,” he taunted even as scanned the rows of cars, looking for her silhouette.
To Karina’s credit, she had evaded Elijah longer than he anticipated. However, a caged prey only had so many places to hide, and, when she decided to dash for the entrance they came from, he finally spotted her. “There you are,” he punctuated his words with an excited growl, signaling the end of the hunt even as he barreled towards her. He was taller, faster, stronger, by law of the primordial nature, she was prey. Already he could practically taste his victory, more than eager to teach her the consequences of her disobedience.
Kristen rounded the corner, staring down a narrow corridor to the parking garage. Two bodyguards clad in all black stood by the door. Armed, judging by the bulk at the side of their waist. Kristen kept her head low, ensuring that the hoodie blocked as much of her features as possible, shuffling forward. “Hey, this area’s off-limit,” goon number one crossed his arms, bellowing a warning.
Twenty-five feet. Twenty… Measuring the distance mentally, she feigned a stumble, playing at intoxication. “I parked here…” She grumbled, just loud enough to be audible, changing her pitch with an ease borne of years and years of practice. “Doesn’t matter, beat it.” Bodyguard number two chimed in, sneering and failing to take the approaching female seriously.
Fifteen. “Come on, I just wanna get to my car.” She slurred her speech, ambling forward. Blockhead number one made a move towards his belt. Ten. It was far too late for them to draw their guns now. “Hey, we are not kidding, get lost--” Five. She spinned, leaping, and before he could finish that sentence, the back of her sneaker connected solidly with his jaw, sending his skull crashing into the nearby wall. There was a sickening crunch, not enough to kill, but he would be lucky to walk away with a concussion. With the element of surprise out of the way, the other bodyguard was quick to unhook his stun baton. “Why you--” he came swinging, clearly well-trained, but Kristen was quite a way above his paygrade. Sliding to the side, she dodged the swing, and before he could redirect the blow, she threw a hook straight into his kidney. He went down instantly, clutching at his back. Did she care that he was going to be pissing blood? Not really. That she was an ice cold killer was obvious in the way she fought. Fast, brutal, no holds barred.
A sense of foreboding gnawed at Kristen, driving her forward. She tried the door; it didn’t budget. Her brows wrinkled with annoyance, eyeing the tainted fiberglass door. Too hard to break. The bodyguard on the ground groaned in pain, and she went back to him, bent down and rammed his head into the floor, growling. “If you want to see the sunrise, tell me how to get through this door.” Her pheromones flooded the air, domineering and dangerous. “K-key card,” he gritted out, wincing, unable to get a good look at her from that angle and far too terrified to try. He didn’t get paid enough for this. “Inside pocket, under my jacket, p-please.” She checked as he indicated, and, satisfied with her loot, stood and left the trembling man alone.
“Nice try.” Karina would get as far as the door. Which, as she suspected, would not open. Before she would have a chance to change course, Eliah was already on her. Like a rabid animal, he pushed her into the door, a hand locking into her hair for control. Bodily pushing forward, he pinned her into the solid surface, his much larger frame more than enough to flatten hers. “That was fun,” the obvious tent in his slacks confirmed her worst suspicions, and he dropped a hand to his waist, on the verge of unbuckling his belt.
Having emerged from a nearby door, Kristen scowled at the scene that greeted her. There was no time for second thoughts. This was not her mission, but her handler surely couldn’t fault her for preventing a violent felony in progress. She said nothing, always a fan of the element of surprise, and came up behind Elijah as silent as can be. A swift knifehand to the side of his neck, right on the carotid artery, dropped him like a sack of potatoes. His body slid to the ground, revealing his intended victim. Oh. A brow shot up, clearly surprised. She didn’t know Karina Shione, not really, but she certainly knew of her, having done her homework and all that. What kind of sick bastard tried to rape his own fiancee? But now was not the time for questions. She had come this far - there was only forward.
“Come on, we gotta get outta here.” She extended a hand. In the relative dark, her silver eyes gleamed as though independent light sources. Bangs of the same shade protruded just beneath the dark hood, and her brows were furrowed and stern. Given the amount of adrenaline that coursed through her still, there was no controlling her broadcasting pheromones. Bergamot and cedarwood, amber and musk. And, more importantly, unmistakably alpha. “I’ll answer your questions later,” she didn’t expect Karina to trust her, particularly not after the trauma the other woman just experienced, but she kept her voice even, appealing to Karina’s good sense. Following a strange alpha into the night? A recipe for disaster, surely. But it had to be better than staying next to one that just tried to rape her, right?
To Karina’s credit, she had evaded Elijah longer than he anticipated. However, a caged prey only had so many places to hide, and, when she decided to dash for the entrance they came from, he finally spotted her. “There you are,” he punctuated his words with an excited growl, signaling the end of the hunt even as he barreled towards her. He was taller, faster, stronger, by law of the primordial nature, she was prey. Already he could practically taste his victory, more than eager to teach her the consequences of her disobedience.
Kristen rounded the corner, staring down a narrow corridor to the parking garage. Two bodyguards clad in all black stood by the door. Armed, judging by the bulk at the side of their waist. Kristen kept her head low, ensuring that the hoodie blocked as much of her features as possible, shuffling forward. “Hey, this area’s off-limit,” goon number one crossed his arms, bellowing a warning.
Twenty-five feet. Twenty… Measuring the distance mentally, she feigned a stumble, playing at intoxication. “I parked here…” She grumbled, just loud enough to be audible, changing her pitch with an ease borne of years and years of practice. “Doesn’t matter, beat it.” Bodyguard number two chimed in, sneering and failing to take the approaching female seriously.
Fifteen. “Come on, I just wanna get to my car.” She slurred her speech, ambling forward. Blockhead number one made a move towards his belt. Ten. It was far too late for them to draw their guns now. “Hey, we are not kidding, get lost--” Five. She spinned, leaping, and before he could finish that sentence, the back of her sneaker connected solidly with his jaw, sending his skull crashing into the nearby wall. There was a sickening crunch, not enough to kill, but he would be lucky to walk away with a concussion. With the element of surprise out of the way, the other bodyguard was quick to unhook his stun baton. “Why you--” he came swinging, clearly well-trained, but Kristen was quite a way above his paygrade. Sliding to the side, she dodged the swing, and before he could redirect the blow, she threw a hook straight into his kidney. He went down instantly, clutching at his back. Did she care that he was going to be pissing blood? Not really. That she was an ice cold killer was obvious in the way she fought. Fast, brutal, no holds barred.
A sense of foreboding gnawed at Kristen, driving her forward. She tried the door; it didn’t budget. Her brows wrinkled with annoyance, eyeing the tainted fiberglass door. Too hard to break. The bodyguard on the ground groaned in pain, and she went back to him, bent down and rammed his head into the floor, growling. “If you want to see the sunrise, tell me how to get through this door.” Her pheromones flooded the air, domineering and dangerous. “K-key card,” he gritted out, wincing, unable to get a good look at her from that angle and far too terrified to try. He didn’t get paid enough for this. “Inside pocket, under my jacket, p-please.” She checked as he indicated, and, satisfied with her loot, stood and left the trembling man alone.
“Nice try.” Karina would get as far as the door. Which, as she suspected, would not open. Before she would have a chance to change course, Eliah was already on her. Like a rabid animal, he pushed her into the door, a hand locking into her hair for control. Bodily pushing forward, he pinned her into the solid surface, his much larger frame more than enough to flatten hers. “That was fun,” the obvious tent in his slacks confirmed her worst suspicions, and he dropped a hand to his waist, on the verge of unbuckling his belt.
Having emerged from a nearby door, Kristen scowled at the scene that greeted her. There was no time for second thoughts. This was not her mission, but her handler surely couldn’t fault her for preventing a violent felony in progress. She said nothing, always a fan of the element of surprise, and came up behind Elijah as silent as can be. A swift knifehand to the side of his neck, right on the carotid artery, dropped him like a sack of potatoes. His body slid to the ground, revealing his intended victim. Oh. A brow shot up, clearly surprised. She didn’t know Karina Shione, not really, but she certainly knew of her, having done her homework and all that. What kind of sick bastard tried to rape his own fiancee? But now was not the time for questions. She had come this far - there was only forward.
“Come on, we gotta get outta here.” She extended a hand. In the relative dark, her silver eyes gleamed as though independent light sources. Bangs of the same shade protruded just beneath the dark hood, and her brows were furrowed and stern. Given the amount of adrenaline that coursed through her still, there was no controlling her broadcasting pheromones. Bergamot and cedarwood, amber and musk. And, more importantly, unmistakably alpha. “I’ll answer your questions later,” she didn’t expect Karina to trust her, particularly not after the trauma the other woman just experienced, but she kept her voice even, appealing to Karina’s good sense. Following a strange alpha into the night? A recipe for disaster, surely. But it had to be better than staying next to one that just tried to rape her, right?
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It had been a fool's hope that had made her run for the damned door. Karina knew this and yet, what choice did she have? She was in a cage of concrete, steel and earth. She wasn’t going to find some convenient escape and she wasn't going to overpower him. She could fight, a little.. But all the know-how in the world wouldn’t make up for the buck he had on her. Nor the height. No, Karina was small and delicate. Exactly what an Omega was meant to be. Prey.
That word alone made her teeth ace as she ground them. She hated that she was nothing more than prey. Nothing more than a bargaining chip to be traded in. Those thoughts were in her mind as a hand curled into her hair and Elijah slammed her back into the door, his larger frame crowding in her, allowing her no room to escape. His words made her shiver and it wasn’t from anticipation. It was fear based in nature, but underlining it and likely in her scent as well, revulsion.
Karina felt like she was in some horror film, where she would have shouted at the screen. This whole event would have had her throwing popcorn at the ‘heroine’ too stupid to survive. Even as she pushed at the unmoving wall of his chest, the effort bearing no fruit. She felt weak, pathetic and she hated him and all like him. Alphas. Born with superior genes, with the right to take what they wanted. Even still, she couldn’t keep her mouth silent. “If this is what it takes for you to get hard, that is pathetic.” Bravado she couldn’t back up and a sneer he would wipe from her face.
He would rape her and no one would give a damn…
Far too focused on Elijah, Karina didn’t see the figure approaching from behind. There was a hand that flashed from the darkness and then Eljiah crumpling to the ground unceremoniously. Blinking, her lips parted in shock as she looked into Kristin’s face. The hand was taken on instinct, very little thought given as she stepped around her fiancé's prone body. She paused for a moment as her scent wafted over her and her lips pulled back and a small growl, dainty fangs showed. The reaction was not a surprise as she’d almost been raped. Pulling her hand back she frowned.
Looking down at the man at her feet Karina pushed him over with a small, now dirty foot. Her beautiful eyes narrowed and she stomped on him. She aimed for the most delicate part of his anatomy and showed no remorse; all that lingered in her eyes was a dark hope that she’d damaged him to the point not even his little… games.. Would get him hard.
Then and only then did she move closer to Kristin. She’d saved her. Who knew why, but anything was better than this, right? She didn’t trust Kristin.. She didn’t even like her much. She was an Alpha. She was like him, they were all like him on some level..
Allowing the stranger to lead her, she asked softly. “Why are you helping me?”
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