Chapter 83 THE STRANGER WHO KNOWS ME II
ALISANDER'S POV
The wolf trapped beneath me does not answer my question or even gives me any sort of reply.
He just simply stares at me.
But he's not staring with fear.
Instead, he's surprised. A genuine and unguarded surprise.
Usually after what happened here days ago most wolves would avoid this area. And most wolves tend to lash out and counterattack whenever they're facing an attack.
Now I'm no warrior, but I'm still capable of dishing out real harm if I wanted to. So why did this wolf not even show a lick of fear after being jumped?
Is he okay?
There must be something mentally wrong with him for him to be acting this way, maybe that's why he was allowed to roam this area unguarded without his psychiatrists or caretakers.
This place was pretty much going to be deserted so he could have had the peace and quiet without any other wolf.
But this up and close to him, I see or rather feel the markers instantly.
The quiet authority radiating from his scent compelling me to either bow or show my neck to him.
Alpha.
He's an Alpha.
And from the heady whiff I get, he's a rather powerful one.
And yet he makes no move to assert dominance or even show outrage over what I did.
Most Alphas in his position would be well within their right and justified to rip my neck away from my body.
But all I can feel from him is the steadiness of his pulse despite my full weight on his chest.
There's no brewing surge of command to force me to submit, no crushing wave of power meant to force submission out of m or even punish me.
Instead, he just blinks slowly taking in details of my face as if he's curious.
“As an Omega,” he says, his voice calm despite the position we find ourselves in, “do you not recognize that you just attacked and you’re pinning down an Alpha?”
I scoff, baring my teeth right in his face. “If you were any worth recognizing, you wouldn’t be skulking and hiding in the shadows like stupid spy. You do know we have superhuman hearing right?”
If my actions of attacking him wasn't enough to condemn me to my own death, the me baring my teeth at him was the certain nail in my coffin.
His brow lifts in amusement.
Interesting.
It's like he hadn’t expected that at all.
“This uspicious behavior from you is only inviting suspicion from me,” I continue, firmly pressing my weight down just enough to remind him I could crush his windpipe with my arms if I chose to.
“So I’ll ask again you idiot. Who are you and what game are you trying to play in Ragnar’s territory?”
At the mention of Ragnar’s name, something sharp flickers in his eyes.
It isn't fear, it's recognition.
Why was he looking at me like he recognized me or something?
He adjusts his neck once more and studies me with a renewed focus now.
His gaze is traveling over my face as though he was looking for something specific in every line on my face. “You’re not what I expected Omega,” he murmurs.
My patience frays into a dress attacked by an angry cat. “And you’re not answering my question you idiot.”
He tilts his head slightly, like a wolf assessing prey that had the guts to talk back and insult him. “You don’t smell afraid of me at all?”
“Why should I be?”
“You don’t smell submissive, I thought you were supposed to be some submissive Omega or something?”
My grin is all teeth as I take a mock bite at him. “Sorry to burst your bubble or something you idiot, but I’m not that either.”
Something like amusement ghosts across his expression as he tilts his head one more time.
“Huh?”
Then all of a sudden–
My vision shifts .
It happens faster than even my eyes can track it..
One moment I am on top of him with a threatening arm over his jugular and the next, the world flips.
Mud slams right into my back as the air is driven from my lungs in a sharp grunt.
Th impact has me wheezing and gasping for air as I crash down.
His weight crashes down over me, pinning my shoulders with effortless precision.
His knee traps my thigh and his forearm presses right across my collarbone. It's not in a choking manner or aimed at being cruel.
It's like he's showing me the better way to do it.
I can only blink with me in this position. He's in total and absolute control of my movements.
It's quite efficient if I do say so myself, but I don't appreciate the smug grin on his face.
I want to wipe it off from him with the floor.
Ahh… I guess it wasn't all too pleasant for him when I did it to him earlier on.
Sebastian jolts awake in the back of our mind. “Alisander–!”
“Stay out of this little wolf.”
I bare my teeth up at the Alpha, refusing to show even the slightest bit of fear or struggle.
Struggling would only imply that I'm helpless and weak.
Besides, if he even dared to try anything funny, I don't care about any damned goddess, I'm cursing him to turn into a Rogue instantly.
He studies me the same way I studied him moments ago.
His face is close enough that I can see the faint scar along his jaw and the flecks of gold buried in his eyes so sharp that they don't look real.
If this encounter has taught me anything, he doesn't look like a violent Alpha.
If anything, he looks like a complacent leader.
“So,” he finally says quietly, “you’re Ragnar’s Omega?”
Oh so the mute talks?
But the question lands in me like a stone dropped into deep water.
I feel irked at it
Not as Sebastian or even as a stronger Omega than most–
It's as Ragnar's Omega.