Her hand shot out, and before I could react, I was shoved back against the wall. The impact stole the breath from my lungs, and I stared at her, wide-eyed and stunned.
“Touch me again, and I’ll make you regret it,” she said, her voice low and calm, but threaded with danger.
I let out a laugh, but it wavered. “You think you can threaten me? You, a low ranking Omega, think that you can stand against me?”
“I don’t need to threaten you,” she replied. “You’re already afraid. That’s why you’re lashing out. You’re scared because you know that no matter what you do, you’ll never have what I have.”
A sharp sting flared in my chest, and I gritted my teeth. “And what exactly do you think you have, Omega? What do you think that you can do to scare me?”
She stepped closer, closing the distance be
