Part 7
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His men were annoyed. Ian noticed it since the moment he sat down with them for lunch. They all kept staring at each other. The Alpha was unsettled with the fact that they were acting like petty teenagers. That vivid image made his lips twitch.
He was never the one to interfere with their issues having a s**t ton of things to deal with, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. Not when all of them were so distracted and moody.
“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?”
Alan was the first to talk.
“Your-” He coughed to cover up. “The omega is refusing to eat. She did not eat anything since we brought her here.”
Ian frowned at that. It was too long. How did she manage to starve herself for two days? With all that screaming and her constant death threats to his men, he was sure that she was well fed. However, he did see a water bottle by her bedside, which assured him.
“Why did no one inform me? I thought she was being fed” He narrowed his eyes at his betas.
Jared cleared his throat, “No one wants to go in her room, Alpha.”
“That’s not her room-not the point. You could have sent Mona.”
Alan folded his lips at that, “Mona took up underground bar duties. She’s patrolling along with Nile.”
Ian blinked at that. None of his people volunteered to take up the bar duties before. They were all annoyed to be standing and guarding the place because of the people. Mona of all people loved to stay in the office or go back to the packhouse.
“So that she could avoid going into that room?”
Alan and Jared shared an amused look before nodding their heads.
“Great now the omega is also messing with my men’s schedule!” Ian wondered out loud, rubbing his forehead. He had no idea how a tiny person can cause terror like that. The Alpha was a bit impressed to say atleast.
None of them spoke because it was true. No one wanted to guard her room nor take food to her purely because they were not prepared to be insulted as Ian thought that aloud he realised how he had sensitive souls around him.
Gulping his drink, he stood up. Ian resigned to himself before picking up the tray, noticing all the food items arranged neatly.
“If no one wants to do it, I’ll go.”
No-one stopped him. They all gave him an encouraging smile, Alan even raising his thumb. The little fucker!
The Alpha stomped his way across the room, swinging open the door only to be greeted with silence and stillness. It took him a minute to register the fact that the omega was in the corner, somehow tangled between the cuffs. He stood at the doorstep for a few seconds, watching her helplessly struggle with the handcuffs that only cut deeper into her skin.
“What do you think you are doing?” He cleared his throat.
The omega yelped at his sudden voice, her voice high pitched and ear-shattering. In the process of turning around, she managed to bump her forehead against the wall. It shouldn’t be funny, but the Alpha smothered a laugh and shut the door behind him. He placed the trap of food by the nearby table before making his way towards her.
As he inched closer, she stiffened, “Get away from me!”
She tried to slide back only to be mushed against the wall behind her. It's only so far she can go, being trapped between Ian’s body and the wall. The Alpha taught that she would have broken the cuffs by now with that loudspeakers for her voice.
Ian pulled his hand forward, letting his claws emerge. They were big and sharp enough to pull out the insides in one swift move.
She quickly withdrew, “What do you think you are doing?”
“These cuffs are not silver, omega. I can cut them.”
“You are not getting your filthy claws near me” Railyn sneered, narrowing her eyes at him.
It was difficult not to feel offended at that. Why was he so shocked, though? After keeping the omega as a captive, he should have known that she will hate him. Not only that, but there must be something else because she has shown dislike towards the Alphas in general before.
“Fine!” He withdrew his hands.
An idea struck him. Ian patted his back pocket before staring back at her.
“I have a knife.”
She snorted, “What a surprise!”
“Will you let me finish?”
“Continue Mr Bond” Railyn huffed, pressing her lips together.
He pulled the knife. “I am going to cut you free,”
The omega froze in her spot. Ian was almost expecting her to start screaming again, but she doesn’t. He counted that as a win and raised the knife in the air. It was a sharp-pointed pocket knife but finesse edge, enough to slice through a body. With the help of the blade, he smoothly ran it around the links of the cuff, with one deep cut and she was free.
Railyn wasted no time in trying to tug the knife out of his grasp, using her free hand to wrap around his wrist. The swift attempt shocked Ian to be numb for a few seconds, unable to realise that she was trying to her the weapon away from his hands. How did it come to that? He thought. As the initial shock wore off, he quickly scrambled to pull it out.
With his jaw clenched tight, the Alpha raised his head to blink at her. He noticed her earnest efforts to pull that knife from his hold.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to take the knife, genius” She yelled, still struggling.
Ian tried not to roll his eyes at her mocking tone. How was she so stubborn and bratty? After a few more minutes, the Alpha decided he had enough.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to be forced to use my Alpha voice.”
Railyn stilled at that. Her eyes glazed at the mention of his voice.
Ian wasn’t planning on doing it because he hates how that makes the omegas feel. It was one thing that made Alphas the dominant breed, powerful enough to control their mates and other lesser status wolves. Even their howls were the same. Alphas are always superior in that department.
“You know?” She gasped.
Ian nodded his head. It did take him some time to piece it together, but he was aware they are mates. Her question only confirmed that she already knew about them. Why didn’t she say anything? It would have made his commanders release her sooner. They would have treated her like their Luna, a Queen already.
“How did you find out?” He asked, his hold slipping on the knife.
Railyn used that opportunity and pulled the knife entirely into her control, smirking in his direction. “That doesn’t matter now!”
Ian let out a sigh. He should’ve known from that sudden shift in her voice she was planning something. How can an innocent-looking creature have such a devious mind? He will never know.
The Alpha idly crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. He did care for that tiny knife. Besides she cannot escape with that other chains to her legs which in his opinion felt too much in the beginning. Ian was content about it at the moment.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Stab you of course” She sweetly smiled at him, running her index finger through the edge.
“There are two ways this could go,” Ian started in a bored voice. “One is that you put the knife down and I’ll forget all about it. Let you have your food in peace.”
“What’s the second one?” She asked immediately.
Ian sighed. For the moon's sake! Will she ever stop?
“The second one is that you try to stab me and I will twist your arm and break it in the process. Later tie you up to the bed again.”
She thought about it for a while, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth. He has no idea why he cannot tear his eyes away from her. Seriously he needed to get away from the omega!
Railyn licked her lips, “I’m sure there’s a third way, Alpha.”
He inhaled sharply at that. Her voice was saccharine sweet, making his head rush. The Alpha felt her close the gap in between them, swaying closer and closer till he felt her breath on his face. Ian was unable to look away, thinking about how it would be if he could taste her lips.
A gust of wind blew by, making the metal door creak noisily. It was enough to make him jump. The Alpha took the knife away quickly and stood up, cursing himself in his head. So much for staying away from her.
“Eat the food” Ian muttered, staring at the tray instead of meeting her eyes. Before she could reply with anything, the Alpha staggered out of the room.
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