“This is pathetic, even for an Omega, Autumn,” he snarls. “Are you f*****g with me right now?”
I shake my head mutely, bracing for another assault. He stalks around me, a predator circling its prey, while a violent urge to submit to him rolls over me and I drop my gaze to the floor.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, and answer!” he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl that sends shivers down my spine. Slowly, I lift my head. His eyes are molten silver, pinning me in place.
“You expect to survive out there, in the real world, fighting like this?” He gestures vaguely, encompassing everything beyond these training mats, beyond the relative safety of the university grounds. “Or are you just planning on finding some Alpha to hide behind for the rest of your miserable life?”
