[ Michael looks, as he sits there, very calm. He sets the plate back on the bedside table and sits for a few moments in silence.

And then abruptly, in one quick motion, he's moving; up and over neesama, forcing her out straight so that he can straddle her hips and put a hand upon her throat, his own teeth bared and a low growl working free from his throat.

(an omega can snap and snarl all it likes but it's still inferior, and Michael snaps his teeth and growls and the alpha scent begins to pour off him because he is alpha and neesama is omega and she will obey) ]

Is neesama being bad? If she's bad, she'll have to be punished.

Open your mouth, neesama. Now.