Chapter 55 I AM STILL AN ALPHA
ALISANDER’S POV
The word hits me like a physical blow.
“Enough!”
It isn’t just a sound.
It’s power, one I'm very familiar with, the raw, crushing and soaked in moon-blessed authority.
The kind that bends spines and causes wolves to drop to their knees.
The damned commands rips the fight straight out of their bones and leaves only obedience behind to the owner of the voice.
It was a truly beautiful part of being an Alpha.
I feel it before I hear it fully.
A sharp current surges through the marrow of my bones leaving me gasping.
A pull so very sharp and absolute yanks like invisible hands closing around my will.
It slams into me full force.
For half a second, my vision disappears due to all of it.
Not in darkness, but in light.
Blinding, invasive light burning through every thought that isn’t submission to him.
I taste iron in my mouth as my ears start to ring.
The room tilts violently to a side as the pressure compressing my head inwards feels like my skull might snap under it.
My knees buckle in front of me
Not from obedience.
But from shock.
From the sheer weight of it all.
How dare he?!
Ragnar must think I will bend and fold like every other wolf he has ever commanded.
I don’t.
I stagger once, my boots scraping harshly against the stone floor as I pull myself together.
My jaw locks tightly with my teeth grinding so hard together that my molars ache from the pulling and the pressure.
For a heartbeat, something old stirs in me. A reflex or a memory like instinct trained into wolves for generations to always submit to the command.
But then–
It snaps.
Not shatters.
Not fades or disappears.
But it slides right off me.
Like water on steel.
The force evaporates from me leaving behind only the echo of what should have happened and the aftermath toll it took on my body.
I suck in a sharp breath with chest heaving as I stare starkly at Ragnar.
Heat roars through my veins like hot magma, not in submission but fury.
Red hot fury cascades from me as I stare up at my mate.
How dare this PUP try to even use that on me?!
I straighten up slowly and deliberately.
It takes a second but I'm finally able to force my spine upright as if daring him to try that again.
Ragnar is staring at me like the ground just cracked open under his feet.
Imagine trying to use the Alpha's command on the person that perfected and made it in the first place.
Big mistake.
His wolf is right there behind his eyes now, I can see it.
His wolf's teeth are bared in a challenge with hackles raised as confusion starts showing in his eyes before turning into alarm.
“HOW DARE YOU!” I roar right back at him, stepping into his space before he can recover. “HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK OF USING THAT ON ME?!”
His shock feeds my rage as I go closer to him. It's like his shocked reaction is fueling my rage and sharpening it like a blade.
“That might work on Sebastian,” I snarl, one hand to his chest as I start jabbing a finger into his chest hard enough to make him grunt. “He yields and likes submitting and that's fine. He’s soft because the world trained him to be soft. But it won’t work on me.”
I shove him, really hard.
But not enough to knock him down completely.
Just enough to prove I could if I wanted.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” I continue, the words screaming out of my mouth now, the words ripping straight from my mouth into his chest. “Commanding me like some beta pup?!”
He takes a step back.
He actually steps back.
The room seems to freeze around that single motion for the both of us.
For the first time since ever for him or rather, for the first time in existence, am Omega, a weak small Omega actually challenged an Alpha and managed to actually push him back in shock and win.
Ouhhhhh!
Alas, there's no one here to see it.
A vicious undeniable thrill cuts through me regardless.
It's no matter, I hope that bitch can see that even though I'm stuck in an Omega's body, I can still take on an Alpha.
Hell I can even take on the Alpha of Alphas!
I smile as I look him in the eyes and fall short when I see it clear as day.
Not anger or rage in his eyes.
Fear.
I see fear inside his eyes.
Ragnar is afraid of me.
I take a step back in disbelief.
And he's not afraid of me hurting him, he's afraid of what I am.
I bark out a harsh and humorless laugh. “What’s wrong, Alpha of Alphas? Cat got your tongue?”
His jaw tightens with veins in his brows looking more prominent against his head.
His hands are curled into fists at his sides, and I feel the authority roll off him again and thicker this time, heavier.
“Why didn’t it work?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous like he’s afraid of the answer.
He's still very much confused and perplexed too.
So you're angry your attack on me didn't work not about the fact that you just tried to use the fullest extent of the Alpha's command on your mate.
I bare my teeth in a grin that isn’t kind. “Because I said so.”
“That’s not an answer.”
I step back, shrugging and spreading my arms mockingly. “Then ask better questions, Alpha.”
His eyes burn as he advances again, his height towering over me with fury.
“No Omega resists an Alpha command in the entire realm, at least not like that. And not ever.”
He's frantic with something close to desperation twisting his features in confusion.
“Well,” I snapped back, “congratulations. You just found the exception.”
“That’s not possible.”
I laugh out a sharp and shrill sound even I am shocked my throat can make such sounds. “You really hate being told no, don’t you?”
“Why?” he snarls, his hand grabbing my arm.
His grip is stiff and strong like iron.
I don’t flinch either. His superficial ego wants to try and wrench out a reaction from me.
I will not give him the satisfaction of doing so.
“Why aren’t you affected?” His voice cracks just slightly at the command, making me smile in accomplishment.