And there go all of Sam's alarm bells.His eyes are wide as he reaches for his pocket, and... yeah, no, his phone's gone. It's not a bluff. And those words chill him to the bone.
"How do you know any of that?"
If Bucky was bluffing, Sam just tipped his hand, but he has a sickening suspicion that he could bet on Bucky knowing, not pretending to know.
And the worst thing is he's right.
Sam snarls. Bares his teeth - not just a meek omega. He's long since learned he can rock up with alpha attitude like the best (or worst) of them.
"We ain't playing. Get the fuck out of my office."
His foot shifts - and then he freezes. He realizes that he cannot back away. Cannot give even the slightest hint that he's running - because any wolf worth his damn would just love to give chase.
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"How do you know any of that?"
If Bucky was bluffing, Sam just tipped his hand, but he has a sickening suspicion that he could bet on Bucky knowing, not pretending to know.
And the worst thing is he's right.
Sam snarls. Bares his teeth - not just a meek omega. He's long since learned he can rock up with alpha attitude like the best (or worst) of them.
"We ain't playing. Get the fuck out of my office."
His foot shifts - and then he freezes. He realizes that he cannot back away. Cannot give even the slightest hint that he's running - because any wolf worth his damn would just love to give chase.