âUnderstood.â The asset confirmed. Being brought up to speed would make any future missions more expedient. The smile the alpha offered made his gut feel warm; it wasnât a necessarily bad thing, it was just something he didnât quite understand. The explanation that followed seemed to register with him, however.
âThey were incompatible.â It was how he came to understand it. âI didnât want to please them.â Which implied that he wanted to please his new handler. It was left unsaid, but he continued. âI will work hard too prove them wrong.â Wrong that giving him the ârightâ handler was a bad idea. He knew already that he felt more focused and driven to complete objectives.
He was not at all subtle about tucking his nose into the crook of the alphaâs neck. He liked the scent, and it actually had him purring like a big, dangerous cat of some sort.
Brock shuddered. It was becoming impossible to control himself. He wrapped his arms around Winter and held him tight.Â
âMy Winter Storm. Thatâs your name. Cold and deadly and pure.â He nuzzled in return, inhaling deeply. âMy perfect omega. No one is better for you than me.â His voice was a soft growl.
Another hint of his compatibility was how openly the asset submitted to this Alpha. To no one else previously, he even tilted his head to expose his neck; making himself vulnerable out of instinct alone. Of all the danger and volatility that he had displayed since being taken by  Hydra, he was incredibly docile now. Even moreso because the alpha was accepting his offers, or thatâs what his instinct was telling and driving him to do.
âYours.â That was what he took away from it, but Winter Storm, or as he could refer to himself in his mind, Winter, was enough for him. A name that was more than reference to him being an object only heightened his affection. His purring only grew louder. If anyone gave them a look, well hell, heâd just glare daggers at them, and proudly melt a little further against the alpha. âGood. I do not want an alpha that isnât you.â While he was timid in other ways, of that he seemed very certain. He was actually feeling eager to prove himself; whenever this first mission would come, he would prove to the powers that be, that this was what they should have done all along.
Brock stopped resisting. Why should he? It was what they wanted after all, and in spite of the little voice inside that was telling him point blank that this was just as much about controlling him as the asset, he needed it anyway.Â
He nuzzled in hard, turning them both to push Winter against a nearby wall, and pin him. He felt dizzy, and a little thirsty. His teeth grazed the marking spot as he settled himself to the idea. He would have a mate, a real one.Â
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