The ground was silent as I set my eyes on Gina. Her face was twisted in annoyance, her lips pressed tightly together, but her eyes couldn’t mask the mix of anger and disbelief.

With a voice dripping with authority, "Rise," I commanded her, my voice steady and unyielding.

Like a puppet on a string, she stood, her movements stiff and reluctant. The scene was almost comical—this omega, who had once been under her heel, now had her at my mercy. What a delicious turn of ...