Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 9 Injured

Landry POV

Bernice doesn't answer Landry's threat, just stays sitting on the bed, lips together, looking at him like she has something to hide. She must have something to hide, or she'd explain herself. Landry's blood boils. He does not like this newfound distance between them. After all, they'd once fought side by side on the battlefield!

"Have you lied to me all this time?" he spits out, and is gratified when she flinches the smallest bit. "All our time fighting together, killing the enemy, living and dying - all a lie?" Bernice still does not answer. Landry snarls and paces in front of her, fury growing every time he sees her carefully blank face.

"We trusted each other with our lives! We had each other's backs! Tell me, tell me now. Which part was a lie?"

Bernice takes a slow breath. When she speaks, it's slow and measured, only serving to infuriate the Alpha King more.

"I am touched," she says. "But I don't have an answer. Think whatever you'd like, it does not matter to me."

Landry is furious! How dare she be so rude, so indifferent! He roars, seizing her wrist in his vicelike grip, yanking her up in order to slap her hard with his free hand, sending her staggering back. He takes advantage, pinning her to the wall and leaning in, so close that when he speaks, spit flies into her face.

"Don't think that because you are injured, you will get any sympathy from me."

Bernice scowls up at him, gritting her teeth. She is clearly in pain, but she won't give ground.

"I don't need anyone's sympathy," she tells him, and lashes out, lifting her knee and sending it directly towards Landry's crotch! Landry is quick to dodge the blow and gapes at Bernice for a moment in shock. "You-"

Bernice doesn't wait for him to finish, just strikes him with a punch to the face as soon as he had let go trying to avoid her. Landry is shocked. For a moment, she is no longer the weak Omega he'd carried in here - she is once again the formidable Alpha on the battlefield.

He bares his teeth.

Fine. If she wants to fight, they can fight. But he won't be going easy on her.

He launches himself at her, catching her around the middle and sending her sprawling. She retaliates by yanking his hair and biting him, kneeing him in the ribs until he lets go, swearing.

She scrambles back to her feet, panting, and ducks the blow Landry sends next. Her face is red from exertion and her hands are curled into fists. Landry is transported back to when they used to train in the Palace, fighting just like this, to improve themselves in order for better victories on the battlefield.

It's just like that, as Bernice gives her all and Landry meets her, crashing into walls, knocking down shelves of priceless artifacts that have been around since before Landry was the Alpha King.

Bernice is in her element. In such close quarters, Landry can't remember the last time she fought this well. It was as if ages of resentment and anger had been festering inside her and is now being released as she fights Landry. She is so ferocious that he can't even spare a moment to admire her body, her beauty - all his attention is on defending himself and fighting back. She is attacking him fast and hard, it is taking all his training and experience just to hold his own in this intense fight.

Bernice is indeed formidable, but half an hour into their fight, her Omega body and injury begins to slow her down. She begins missing her blows and allowing Landry to hit her far more often, stumbling where she moves, breathing heavily. She sweats profusely, hair limp and wet, face flushed and red. Her clothes stick to her with the dampness of her sweat, nipples sticking out through the cloth. Her movements are slow and laborious.

As she is no longer a worthy opponent in this state, Landry speaks up.

"Bernice, you are losing."

She merely pants at him for a moment. That familiar strawberry milk scent is heavy in the air, wrapped around them both like a blanket. Her long blonde hair is sticking to her neck with her sweat, and her cheeks are flushed and gorgeous eyes vacant. She wets her lips with her tongue and struggles to speak.

"Who wins...and loses...it's not...not certain..."

She sways on her feet and the corner of Landry's mouth lifts in a smirk. He advances on her and she fails to notice his aggressive stance, just stumbling a little to try and stay upright. Landry's smirk grows as he looks her over, taking in the curve of her breasts and hips.

"Your stubborn and defiant look is attractive...however..."

He doesn't finish his sentence, just grabs Bernice and slams her down onto the bed, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from his uniform pocket and locking her up securely. She makes a noise of protest, but Landry is satisfied - until she gives him answers, she can stay locked up.

Surely she'll tire of it soon....

Bernice POV

I am tired. Perhaps I shouldn't have fought with Landry like that while I am ill, but nobody insults me and gets away with it. I have spent a long time as an Alpha, and Alpha habits are what I am used to. I will always prove my strength, even fading as it is now.

I am surprised when Landry clicks handcuffs around my wrists, securing me to the bed. I glare up at him, all my energy gone and unable to properly fight against it, and he smirks at me. It's infuriating.

I hate him. Even worse, I hate how much I want him.

"You shall stay locked up like a bitch until you give me some answers," Landry declares. I spit at him but miss, and he laughs, standing up from the bed and looking me over. My body is stretched out on the bed like this, every inch exposed even in my clothes, and I feel his gaze, heavy on me.

I squirm a bit. I don't want to desire his touch, but my body does. I can feel my nipples harden at the thought, and I can tell he notices, too.

"You insatiable whore," he says cruelly, then laughs again. "Perhaps some time to think will help you make the right decision. I will be back."

I can do nothing by lay helplessly on the bed, watching Landry leave, shutting the door behind himself with a decisive click, leaving me alone and handcuffed.