Jerking Wren forward, Lucas gripped the leash. “And you.”
As they walked through the phlegmy muck, Wren tried not to focus on the men howling and screaming like chimpanzees. She tried not to focus on the elderly who had come to die or beg for the devil to answer their prayers.
She focused on the men because she knew they were the only ones who could protect her. If she died down here, their backs would be the last things she saw.
“You’ll be fine. Just don’t fucking run,” Killian said.
“Where—?” As Vash turned to force her cheeks together, her voice cut short.
“I am dying with fever,” he said. “If I don’t find this doctor in the next six hours, I will die.”
Wren braced for his fist to hit her face, but when the blow never came, she weakly succumbed to the clutch of their hands again. “What does that have to do with me?” she asked.
“Please,” Vash muttered. “I’m doing something I would normally never do. I’m asking for your help.”
“Okay… I will help you,” she said.
Vash held his gut and walked toward a set of stairs. “I needed your DNA to make the correct serum. All of that was just destroyed,” he said.
“It’s not the girl’s fault,” Killian muttered. “Cassian did this to you.”
The name burned Wren’s tongue. Nearly folding forward, she gave a sharp cry. This seemed to please the alphas. They chuckled and moved her up the stairs with the leash.
“You know him,” she said.
Vash cocked his head. “He killed my father,” he grunted.
“Y-you’re…” Wren stumbled forward as they dragged her up the metal steps. “The devil who kept me... Who is he?”
“Walk.”
At the top of the stairs, there was a door that led into a narrow passageway. As they moved deeper inside, they came across a man dressed in the same garb as the specialists that raise her. Nodding toward the girl, he asked, “You’re carrying the omega around with you? Are you out of your mind?”
“Our property. Our business,” Killian said.
“It’s worse than I thought,” Vash sneered.
Rolling up the front of his shirt, he showed the doctor his abdomen, now leaking infectious pus.
“The leader did this to you?”
Forcing Vash’s shirt back down, the doctor shoved him against the wall of the hallway. “If that beast fed you this parasite, I can’t be the one to help you.”
Both Killian and Lucas stepped forward. “Fix him, or we’ll fix you,” Killian said.
The doctor removed his hands from Vash’s trembling abdomen. “You know about his reputation,” he said.
“I was told you had the serum,” Vash barked. “If you’re going to waste my time, I’ll have the girl kill you instead.”
Wren blushed and cowered behind Killian’s massive calves. She held his hairy flesh, feeling dizzy again. Her medication. She wanted her sweet relief.
Glancing back at Vash’s wound and current state, the doctor held up a small box. Kneeling, he set the box on the musty concrete and touched a translucent button. The center opened into an oval shape.
“The parasite takes two weeks to conform to your nervous system. I can make the antibiotics necessary to kill it, but you ought to have the samples you were told to bring.
Vash’s heart sank. There was no way he could give him what he asked for. Not now. Cassian’s men wouldn’t avoid the pipes for long. They couldn’t wait for the samples to get analyzed and copied.
He bit his cheek until he tasted blood. “We’ll have to do without those,” Vash said.
The doctor’s face fell even farther. “You mean, you didn’t bring them.”
Vash cleared his throat and fell deeper into the misery of the parasite. “No. they were… they were destroyed.”
With a shocked look, the doctor shut his mouth and swallowed. “Without the omega’s genetic code, the process won’t work. I can give you the antibiotics, but they won’t cure you.”
Vash shook but decided to stay calm. “Is there another serum you can sell me?” he asked, grabbing the man’s arm. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
The specialist cleared his throat and looked away from Vash’s desperate eyes. Vash knew he was fucked. “There’s another serum, but as far as I know, it’s still illegal.”
“As far as you know?”
“Listen, you’ll get me killed. I don’t have access to this medicine. Now, if you want antibiotics, that’s what I can offer,” he said.
“Why do you need my genetic code?” Wren asked.
“When the parasite finds the central nervous system, it latches on almost immediately, gaining quick access to the host’s functions. It denies the body its right to react freely,” the doctor said.
Vash’s heart raced. He avoided looking at Wren and let the doctor continue, praying that he found the cure to his illness.
“I have developed a drug to coax it off the nervous system, but we need the omega’s code to build the bridge for it to come out through a female host,” the doctor said.
“In other words, the parasite only feeds on alphas,” Lucas said.
“Correct. We bait it and steer it into her.”
Vash collapsed to the floor. The taste of cold iron covered his tongue. “I don’t have the kits, and neither one of us can stay down here for another night while the code copies and distributes the information.”
“Then you will have to find someone else. There’s too much heat on my ass as it is.” The doctor emptied the contents of his satchel into the machine. The center closed and started to hum. Inside, the contents melted like tar. In less than five seconds, two rock hard pills came out the back end. The doctor pointed. “Like I said. It won’t cure you, but it will keep you going.”
“C’mon.” Lucas urged. “Take the damn thing. We’ll find another doctor in the barracks.”
Weighing his options, Vash had no choice but to take the weaker serum. Tilting his head back, he swallowed the first pill.
“It’s four hundred chips,” the specialist said.
Vash clenched his jaw. “Motherfucker. I was told one hundred.”
The doctor held out his palm as if it were a chalice of worship. “You were told wrong.”
Vash stuffed the remaining pill in his pocket. “We don’t have that kind of cash,” he said.
“How much do you have?”
Lucas let go of the leash and pounced. “This ain’t a fucking auction.”
As the alphas argued, Wren rolled the leash into her palms. Body nearly seizing, she coiled the chain into a loose metal knot. Killian’s eyes turned, but it was too late. She lobbed the chain against the doctor’s skull, and a dark liquid trickled down the front and side of his frantically twitching face.
She hated him. Without any reasoning, she wished him to die. The unceasing tremors that wreaked havoc on his movements made her think of the roaches that sometimes snuck in under the doors or through the air vents above her bed. She hated the way the creatures shook their amber set of wings before falling erratically onto her lips, chest, or even worse, the small hole of her ear.
Realizing her mistake, Wren prepared for more swift thrashings. She fell to the floor, tenderly scooping the side of her palm against the blood. “Please. Don’t hurt me. I’ll put him back together.”
The alphas turned and remained silent before Wren could raise her eyes to see the look of judgment on their stone faces.
“Bind the wrists of the slave,” Vash said. “And find her a new leash. She’s clearly untrained. We need to teach her the ways of our pack and integrate her.
Chapter Six
Wren was good at making up memories. In her old room, she had sometimes made up memories to her heart’s content. Timidly, she would whisper through the walls and paint a vivid picture of how she grew up. She told the other omegas about her old village; there were monthly celebrations, loving people, and a sense of connection.
These me
mories, as vivid as they were, were not real. Wren’s memory was actually a hollow hole of nothingness. Sometimes, a flicker of something would filter in, but it never lasted.
She could only remember the day she was taken. For all Wren knew, she had been born of fire.
At least, at the facility, there were other women to talk to. Even if she never saw their faces, she heard the emotions in the tones of their voices. She identified with each and every one of them.
Despite the power of Wren’s imagination, she couldn’t have made this place up. She was awake and bound, haphazardly tossed into a closet with duct tape over her mouth and head. Wren could stay silent. She knew how to play dead quite well.
At the facilities, there were routine cleanings. Exercises to mold her body to a decided cut. Separately, each of the omegas was raised to please Cassian. That’s what they were told. As lonely as her life was, nobody could have prepared Wren for the horrors of the outside world. No matter how many smacks and shoves she endured, she could have imagined the sight of the shoreline of Dagon.
She tried not to ask questions, but when the information was too much to process, she’d blurt out and point. “How did this happen?”
They revealed bits and pieces to her. Betas had begun to outnumber the alphas and omegas, five to one. The women who could give birth became prizes men would give their lives to take. The chosen ones were hunted throughout the cities.
A new world was coming into existence, one without the threat of a growing population of defectives. The public welcomed the change. The betas were slaughtered in front of jeering crowds. In their hearts, people knew the world was living out its last pages.
That is what Wren learned on the shoreline of Dagon. The water reflected the hazy sun, sulfur-yellow in color. Bodies twisted against the tide. Crying betas stood with clueless and numb. Wren fell back, but the alphas carried her toward their new home, an abandoned and worn down palace, near the growing thorn brushes that led to the shore. It was just hidden enough to keep them all out of harm’s way.
“Pretty flowers cannot bloom without proper care,” Vash said.
Vash arched his palm over the flower’s beautiful face. She felt the rush of tears start to form around her eyes. He ripped the tape from her mouth and waited for her to plead.
“A-a-are you going to take me now?”
Sometimes, an alpha would come in to deliver some food or water, but they never talked. When they left, she would listen for the bolt to slide and lock her inside, and her mind would start to paint pictures again.
Somewhere outside of the city, Wren thought. That’s where they were. Her ears no longer rang with the alarm of gunshots and the bickering of street merchants. Smells were different too. Less rotten.
Inside her mind, she built the outside world. She saw overgrown forests where birds built their nests. The house was painted blue, she decided, and the outside fence was always a bright-and-perfect white. She would wave to her neighbors and encourage them to come for dinner.
But when she opened her eyes to the reality, she glared at the fading wallpaper and the bloodstained concrete in silent horror. She knew what they wanted, but she couldn’t be sure when to brace.
Nudging his finger against her chin, Vash noted the deep bruising along her neck and jawline. Wren had taken it all quite well, he admitted, but she was a prisoner. How else was she going to take it?
The damp air of the city burned like gasoline against the back of his throat. He was strong again. Stronger, maybe. The doctor must have been wrong. Suddenly, Vash didn’t feel for the man and his shattered skull.
“Yes. The very special present with shiny wrappings to undo,” Vash said.
Vash rolled his palm to her throat, eyes turning sympathetic.
Rolling his head forward, he scented her and watched goose bumps form across her flesh. “Aw, precious, are you that eager to please me?”
“Tear her like a plastic bag,” Killian said.
Lucas ground his teeth together. “Open her.,”
Killian’s rough and husky fingers pried her lips and teeth open. Jumping back, Wren flopped like a caught salmon.
“W-wait,” she begged. Her virginity was the only thing she had left of her that was pure. It was, as the doctors put it, the only thing keeping her special. She couldn’t let them take that.
“Please! I can go back. I’ll go back to the facility and be a good girl. Please, I’ll go back and be a sweet, good girl!”
The men just laughed, and their throats sounded full of phlegm. Their masculine, alpha pheromones invaded her nostrils. Her mind searched for an escape, a deal that might entice them enough to stop. But as the alphas shut the door to blackness, they broke her into pieces.
She sacrificed her control like the slave she was. All of those made-up memories turned to nightmarish fever dreams.
When will they let me go?
“Open wide, sweetheart.”
Hands everywhere. Bedeviling fingertips and nibbling teeth. The men started to claw the captive’s panties off, broken nails scratching her hips.
“Get her hair out of the way.”
“No, don’t mount her yet.”
Their bodies loomed like hallucinatory shadows from her nightmares. They let her go, only to hold her head forward and back straight. Opening her mouth, she felt the moist head of the unknown alpha against her windpipe.
The seething exhales of compulsive pleasure, followed by the cheering on of teammates in a cruel game crafted by demons sent shivers up her spine and ribs. How could life be like this, so hideous and indifferent to pain?
“Big breath.”
Wincing and gagging, she softened her tongue. She could taste the beads of briny lubricant trickle like a thin fountain from his head, the tight foreskin rolling back with each buck.
The alphas waited for her sharp inhale before plugging her nose. Immediately, Wren coughed and hacked up thick wads of mucus. The pleased tormenters used the saliva to spread over her face.
Wren could feel her heart beating its last drum. Surely, they’d kill her. After what she did to that doctor, they’d leave her dying body in the pipes.
Why can’t they understand? I’ll change. I’ll be good.
Wren’s heart turned to stone as she gave herself over to their control. Every inch of her body was violated.
“Drain her slick into your mouth.”
The slithering of their tongues parted her lips. The glistening, dense nectar drained onto their tongues.
“Such thirst, such thirst,’ Lucas said.
“Slick and fear. Mm... I will send her into fits,” Killian moaned.
Three tongues were now hungrily feeding between her legs. The starving hounds slurped and hawed their compliments. Then, she heard Vash’s voice. “She’s a beautiful angel.”
They frantically ate and spread her slick across her body in preparation for the take. Overcome with sensation, Wren felt her clit harden into an erect and burning nub. A smooth, wet thumb coiled the hood back to toy and tinker as the tongues slithered and penetrated her insides.
They would not let up. As Wren’s body tensed, they moved faster, luring out waves of pressure from her core. Pain mixed with a deep emotional pleasure—she had never felt anything like it before.
And as the men forced their thighs against her ankles, Wren’s toes curled and body reared against the wet concrete. She was crushed underneath their weight, barely able to whistle in breaths. Her orgasm relentlessly expanded until, finally, she was a wreck of expulsed slick and manly lubricant.
The shiver and rush of pleasure drove her body to her captors. They were the ones who gave her this pleasure. They were the ones who forced her to smile, buck, and gape for them like an animal. She would never be the same again, but maybe that was God’s plan after all.
Why won’t they love me?
The brutes knocked her down only to prop her back onto her bruised and bleeding kneecaps. Her palms slipped against the damp floor. She caught her f
ingers against the smooth ground, frantically trying to scurry away, but she quickly chipped her nails. There was nothing to hold onto but them.
“I’m going to spread you like the plague,” Vash growled.
Vash was the first to mount his lean and muscular body over the slave’s backside. The feel of her sweet ass teased his imagination. The pressure of his knot forced his cock into an erect and lubricating state. The pungent smell of her, heated and sodden with slick, coursed through his nose.
Her body was unspoiled, but she would now start to learn the devil in the details of their hunger. Vash guided his cock forward and grunted, “Precious, I’m so honored to be your first.”
Numb and nearly depleted, Vash watched Wren closed her eyes. Sadly, the betrayal of tears trickled down the sides of her face. Rolling her bottom lip against her teeth, she let out a shrill whimper and a cry.
Didn’t she understand? This was for the greater good. They had to teach her the ways of submission if she was to bring them a child. It wasn’t entirely their fault. If she were going to blame anything, it would have been biology itself. After this, she would understand the importance of an alpha’s knotting bond, and she’d be ready to nest for the long and tireless months that came after.
Vash teased the head of his lubed up cock against her lips, proudly showing how much control he had. He brought his body lower and wrapped his arms around her chest. His palms were flat against her womb.
“Precious,” he whispered. Her new name. “Precious, you will come to love this memory.”
Placing his hand over her mouth, he attempted to muffle her cries. Silenced squeals would fall short of registering. No one was listening. And if any neighbors were, they didn’t seem to care.
The shiny, bulbous cap pushed her curtains open. Wren’s walls caught against the veiny shaft. Despite the slick and wet phlegm, she needed more force. With a quick thrust, she popped like a bottle cap. The men jeered and nibbled her ear, whispering sharp torments. The stiff and hot cocks sprang against her tits and mouth.
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