Page 16 of Happy Halloween, Omega
“Oh my sweet, sweet Kitten. That was just the first time I let youknowyou’re my obsession.”
I blink rapidly, suddenly feeling entirely out of my depth with this conversation. Obsession?
“I’ve watched over you from the day you got out of the hospital. And while I’ve spent years patiently waiting for you to unlearn the hateful things that woman taught you and become the Omega you’re supposed to be, I may have developed a bit of a… compulsion.”
“You’re a stalker.”
He nods, licking his lips. “I developed a taste for haunting you, yes. You yourself called me a ghost.”
“Do you… ‘haunt’ anyone else?”
He makes a face that can only be described as revulsion, and a sick satisfaction swirls through my belly. My Omega is pleased the Alpha is only interested in her.
“Only you. I can’t sleep without coming to watch you through your curtains from the park across the street. My silly little Kitten, you never think to close them, do you?”
He brushes a stray hair off my forehead with a tenderness that belies his unsettling words.
“So yes, you’re right. I enjoy having you at my mercy. While you’re my prey, you’re safe. Even if I can’t touch you, you’re still mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.”
I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my chest. I know he’s right. Iamhis. My body yearns for his touch and my mind is consumed by him. But I can’t give in. My mother’s influence is still lingering like a stain on my soul.
I take a step forward, my chin raised and my eyes blazing with determination. “I’m. Not. Prey.”
His smirk grows into a grin, and he shakes his head. “You’re so stubborn, Kitten. So beautiful, so strong-willed.” He steps forward, closing the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “But you can’t deny you love the thrill. I can smell how slick you get when you feel me watching you.”
His lips crash against mine, his hands tangling in my hair. I gasp, my body melting into his. His scent envelops me, his taste intoxicating. I’m lost in him, my mind spinning. He pulls away, his eyes burning with desire.
“Mine,” he growls, his voice husky. “All mine.”
And then I slap him.
He’s momentarily stunned, and it’s long enough for me to spring into a full sprint.
My legs pump furiously as I race through the woodland, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold air burns my lungs, but I don’t slow down. I can hear him behind me, his heavy footsteps crashing through the undergrowth. He’s gaining on me, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he catches up. I’m no match for the speed and strength of an Alpha.
I dodge around trees and leap over fallen logs, my heart pounding in my chest. My legs protest, but I push myself to keep going.
It’s the same panic and thrill from that first Halloween in the alleyway. The same desperate need to escape and have him chase me. The same delicious fear coursing through my veins. He’s right, I love this. I’m just as twisted in the head as he is.
I can’t let him catch me. I can’t let him win. Not yet. Not yet.
The sound of his footfalls are getting closer, and I can feel his presence, like a dark shadow looming behind me.
I run faster, pushing myself to the limit. I can see the streetlight illuminating the path ahead.
I reach the edge of the woods, grasp the lamp pole and use it to slingshot me down the road towards my apartment complex.
Then I hear it, a satisfied snarl of pleasure.
“Fuck yes, Kitten. I love it when you run.”
He’s not following me anymore. I slow to a stop and glance over my shoulder and see his shadowy form emerge from the trees. The streetlight illuminating the quiet street makes his broad nose stand stark against his features. It looks like it’s been broken more than once.
Our eyes lock, and I can see the hunger in his gaze.
“This is the last time I let you run from me, Omega. Time’s up. Halloween night, you’re mine.”
A tingle of excitement shudders through me. I turn and continue my journey home at a brisk pace, knowing he’ll follow me from a distance, skulking in the shadows like the ghost he is.