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A woman thateveryonewanted, disrupting the natural order of things.
Black let the door close behind him, looking at me. His jaw shifted back and forth. Black knew what I was thinking about without me saying it. His eyes were dark, a hint of sadness in them.
“It’s Alena,” he said, his voice wooden.
I couldn’t face him. I spun toward the portal and growled. “It’s Tor. It’s Alena. It’s all of this.”
Black said nothing. He knew better. He knows me well.
In military school, they instruct alphas endlessly on their duty, on the sacrifice it entails.
To divorce yourself from feelings. To be decisive.
I had failed at that test with the plan I had just tried to implement. I had let my feelings for Alena - my desire to have her sweet, ripe body beneath mine for just a few more units of travel - interfere with my decision-making. I had believed that having Alena examined after each recreational session with the men would send a message that I was serious, that the rule-breaking needed to stop.
I hadn't expected anyone, least of all Tor, to question my judgment. Let alone challenge it.
Least of all Tor.
But it wasn't just Tor: Tor was the most reckless, the bravest. Scar had sided with the hierarchy and thus with me, but I sensed that, even within Scar, there was discontentment.
I couldn't have what I wanted. I needed to act like a leader and make the best decision for all of us.
“Alena is a problem,” I declared, my heart not really in it. But they were right at school: it only takes the will to begin the command, and once you have said it, you will follow through on it. “This ends now. She’s going back into a pod and we’ll awaken one of the males. We exchange these prisoners in 76 units and I do not want anything going wrong.”
Black was speechless for a moment. My sudden about-face must have caught him off-guard
“Cap -”
"I made the wrong decision, Black. I'm rectifying it. No discussion."
"Cap..."
Black didn’t say anything more. He cut himself off, and a pause filled the room.
I spun around and gave him a sharp look, a look I reserved only for my enemies.
“The decision is made. There is no discussion. Now do your job and put it into play. Unless you’re challenging me.”
This was a huge escalation. I had done it out of haste, a desire to end this painful choice as quickly as possible. It took Black by surprise before anger simmered in his eyes.
I never spoke to him like that.
A long, interminable moment passed, and I didn’t know where it was headed. The alpha-like tendencies in Black glimmered under the surface.
"You know I'm right."
Black looked at me, and I could tell he thought something else.
And then something flickered behind his stare. It was a glimmer of Black's cunning, the look he got when he had some master plan.
“You got it, boss,” he said, his voice surly.
The growl came from a place deep inside of me, and it had almost nothing to do with Black, and everything to do with Tor and Alena. But it was dangerous: dangerous-sounding and really dangerous. I didn’t like this kind of discord in my crew.
In myself.
“I better. I better ‘have it,’ Black. Go. Get it done.”
