by C. R. Jane
Broken
The Fallen World Series Book 2
C.R. Jane
Mila Young
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Broken
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Authors’ Note
School of Broken Souls
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Broken
Their obsession will destroy her...
Ella Monroe is broken and betrayed. After the discovery of the Vepar's secret, Ella would like nothing better than to get away from her three Vepar lovers and hide from them forever. Unfortunately, the Vepar have other ideas for Ella. Imprisoned and taken away to a place that defies imagination, Ella must fight for her life and discover the truth about the Vepar's agenda. One thing is for sure though...the Vepar are never going to let her go.
Book 2 of the Fallen World Series.
Chapter 1
I woke up with a gasp, my body drenched in sweat, and I looked around trying to get my bearings. As soon as I did, I wished to return to sleep. Thane had put me in what resembled a metal room with no visible entry point anywhere. Only smooth, metal-looking walls.
My heart raced, and glancing down at myself, I found myself sitting in nothing but my bra and underwear. Cold fury rushed over me. That bastard stripped me.
Everything had been a lie. The closeness I’d been feeling with them wasn’t real. They manufactured it to gain my trust. All so I could become their little test subject.
Impregnating humans. It was almost hard to fathom. From what I had seen, they carried little respect for humans. Why in the world would they want them to carry their babies?
I thought about what Corran had said, about the issues with their Vepar women struggling to fall pregnant. Despite that, I couldn’t believe that the Vepar would lower themselves to such depths as to have humans be their incubators.
A sense of hopelessness rushed over me. I had imagined at various points in my life what it would be like to be a mother. Having a family similar to the one I had grown up with. A loving husband who adored my child and I.
Instead, I was facing motherhood as a surrogate for an alien species.
It was a disappointment to say the least.
The hours dragged, and I needed to pee. And a glass of water would be nice.
Maybe they had given up their plan to make me their baby incubator. Maybe they were now just gonna starve me to death in punishment for discovering their secret. I was sure it would have been easy if they just kept me their little sex toy until they were ready to perform the experiment. I ruined everything for them.
I looked around the tiny room once more for anything I could use as a weapon for when they finally came to visit. But it was useless as there was nothing. The guys were too smart for that. I tried to remember how long a human could go without water. Was it three days? Or was it longer than that? I couldn't remember. I hadn't really had to think about something like that in my life.
I wouldn't admit to myself that I’d been falling in love. I wouldn't admit to myself that I had imagined a future with them. I wouldn't admit anything to myself.
The hours continued to tick by. Sickness stirred in my stomach, an ache that I was all too aware wasn't due to being dehydrated or needing to pee. I recognized the pain… my body craved for the exchange of blood with me. It seemed melodramatic. But in that moment I wanted to die rather depend on them for the rest of my life. They’d told me so many lies, what if the whole blood exchange was a lie too? And like a fool I’d gone along with it. I guessed some girls just never learned.
A scraping noise sounded from the wall in front of me, and a barrier seemed to dissolve before my eyes. Thane came into form and he strutted inside.
I seethed, hating my treacherous body in that moment. Heck, he looked delicious. A part of me craved him, desired him to want me. Stupid, stupid girl, I mumbled to myself.
"What was that, pet?" Thane asked cockily, leaning against the wall that had once again regained its shape.
Stubbornly, I said nothing. Instead I stared off at a spot just to his right, so I wouldn't be forced to look at him. His eyes called to me, made me want him, but I had to remember who he was… who he’d been this whole time I let my defenses down.
A Vepar.
The outsiders.
And I was their captive.
"You know we didn't want to do this," Thane murmured as he walked towards me and crouched down so we were at eye level. I kept my gaze averted.
"Are you starting to feel sick? Starting to need anything? Do you need to pee, a drink?" he asked insidiously.
My body trembled as I sat there. I couldn't believe he was mocking me.
"You should have just trusted us," he said before standing and walking back to the wall. He waved his hand and to my surprise a toilet slid out, complete with a toilet paper roll. I sighed in relief, even as I tried to keep my face blank. He looked back at me.
"No thank you?" he mocked.
My hands curled, and how I’d love to punch him in the face. Thank you. Thank him for the mess I was in? I may not have been happy before I met them. I may have been a scared girl that let her friends walk all over her. But at least I had been free.
He looked at me for another long pause before sighing. The door once again dissolved in front of him and he walked out. I wondered where we were. There had been nothing but a grey hallway when the door opened, giving me no clue where we were. It was obvious that I had just seen a
small taste of all the technology that the Vepar had.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I was up, practically running to the bathroom to pee. I emptied my full bladder hastily. After finishing, I stood a little bit too quickly and the room tilted under me. I leaned against the wall for a second before returning to the floor. I leaned my back against the wall, groaning softly as my sickness heightened. All of a sudden, a glass of water slid out from a compartment that opened in the wall. I salivated, suddenly parched, my mouth dry. I could drink about five glasses of water.
But I wasn't sure if I could trust it. What if they were drugging me? Drugs that either put me in a deep sleep, or got me ready for the procedure? I picked up the water glass and sniffed it. It smelled like water. Bile rose up inside of me, and I decided that in this case I just needed to take the risk. I gulped down the water, not caring that I was pretty sure that I was supposed to sip the water slow since I hadn't had it for a while.
It helped the sickness slightly, but it didn't stop the shaking and the feeling like I was suddenly catching the flu. There had to be something they could give me to prevent these kind of symptoms.
I was just about to slide down to the floor to lay down when a cot appeared through another compartment in the wall, making me jump. Damn aliens and their technology. I wanted to avoid sleeping on the thing just on the principle. But as the coldness of the floor seeped into my bones, I reluctantly shuffled over to the cot and laid down. Its softness cocooned me, and already my eyelids felt heavy.
A yawn pressed through me, but it was hard to sleep knowing that at any moment they could come in.
I stared up at the ceiling, going through everything that I’d seen in that room, obsessing over it. A part of me was still trying to find a way to make it better, to try and remember anything I had seen that would point to a different motive.
But I came up blank. And I was beginning to feel so sick at this point that it was impossible to think coherently in the first place. Sweat dripped down my forehead and pooled around my chest, collecting under my breasts. I was afraid that I was going to start hallucinating or something at any minute. Even if I had been given a chance to escape at that minute, I couldn’t have gone anywhere.
My eyes were growing heavy when a sudden, blaring alarm broke the stillness inside the room. It screeched and moaned and a flickering red light accompanied it from the ceiling. My pulse was on fire, and I scrambled upright despite my muscles screaming in agony at the effort. What’s going on? Was there a fire? Was I going to be burned alive because I was trapped in this room?
An opening appeared in the wall and there stood Derrial in all of his glory. I chewed on my lower lip when I saw him, my body betraying me and burning up with a wanton desire, I suppose knowing that the remedy to my pain was just a few steps away.
He wore a wrinkled suit with his black tie loosened around his neck. His hair sat shaggy around his face and a part of me couldn’t help but clench up in jealousy at the fact that it had a “just fucked” look about it.
There was something really wrong with me, obviously.
“What’s the alarm for?” I croaked in a weak voice, as he began to stride towards me.
‘We’ve been compromised,” he snapped as he scooped me up off the cot and carried me out the entrance.
I was too weak to put up a fight, not that I wanted to battle. “What do you mean we’ve been compromised?” I mumbled as he carried me through hallways that I didn’t recognize.
“Our enemies have found the house,” he said. “We have to get you out of here, before they arrive.”
Panic crawled through my chest, and I struggled in his arms at that pronouncement. If by “enemies” he meant the Khonsu, I wanted out of there as fast as possible. A shiver skitted down my arms as I remembered the torture session that I had been apart of the last time I had some alone time with the Khonsu.
“Calm down, kitten,” he murmured to me distractedly as he sprinted through the hallway, and I bounced in his arms.
My heart clenched at his sweet endearment, while my brain raged against him.
How dare he call me that. How dare he pretend to care after all the lies that he’s told. I struggled further, but it was a half-hearted effort at best since I was so sick and getting sicker by the second.
“What about everyone else on Earth? Will they be safe from the Khonsu? They attacked your race.” I gasped for air, my pulse on fire.
“They’re looking for special women like you, not a home as they have those already around the universe.”
A strange rattling sound came out of my chest as I breathed and Derrial looked down at me worriedly.
“What is that?” My words shook.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “When was the last time you had blood?”
I struggled to remember, my will to fight him almost completely zapped as it was taking everything inside of me to keep breathing.
“We’ve been trying to hold off as long as possible in hopes that whatever happened to your body to make you basically a homing beacon for everyone on the planet would fade some. Obviously that’s not going to work,” he said with a curse as another shaky rattle came out of me.
He bit into his wrist and pressed the wound to my mouth. “Take some,” he insisted.
I moaned in response, the blood trickling into my mouth with the movement.
I hated that it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I hated that I had become an addict, needing their blood to survive. Piece by piece they were slowly chipping away at my humanity and I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to get it back.
If only my parents could see me now, I thought darkly.
I could feel myself rejuvenating as the blood slid down my throat. After a minute, Derrial ripped his wrist away from my mouth with a small moan that sounded way too sexual for the situation. I’d been sucking on the wound like a freaking vampire.
But I was feeling much better, as twisted as that sounded. I craved his blood like a lifeline. God, what had they done to me?
We reached a metal door and Derrial stood in front of it as a purple light started streaming out of the door and scanning him.
“Access granted,” came a robotic voice and a second later I found myself in a room that looked straight out of a scene from Independence Day.
I had no idea where we were, but now… my mouth dropped open… now, we stood inside a room the size of an airplane hanger. And in front of me...was a freaking real-life spaceship.
It was a marvel of design. Utterly seamless, smooth matte charcoal colored metal with no visible means of propulsion or weaponry. No windows or doors. And no wings either. The vessel just sat there like an oversized crouched wolf, waiting for instructions to leap. A sense of claustrophobia started rushing over me, tightening around my chest at the idea of getting inside that thing. Unlike the vessel that Corran had used to take us to Hawaii where you could see through the walls to the outside, this ship was different. Sleaker. Powerful. Intimidating.
The alarm heightened, and Derrial sped up as we headed towards the spacecraft.
I squirmed against him, not ready to go in there.
An opening appeared in the side of the ship, pulling sideways into itself. Thane waited for us there, grasping a menacing black gun… or maybe a laser. “What took you so long?” he barked at us as we took a step inside.
“You apparently were trying to starve her,” Derrial replied back in an accusing voice.
“It was what we agreed,” Thane growled, running his gaze over my body as if he was checking to make sure everything was intact. But it wasn’t… my mind was haywire with fear.
“I don’t want to go in here,” I mumbled but no one heard me.
“How close are they?” Derrial demanded as we rushed down a hallway inside the ship. It was the same licorice color inside as the ship Corran had created. We moved through passages with sharp corners at the vertexes, and there was minimal light, shadows in every corner.
/> “What are we doing?” My words quaked, and I hated showing my fear, but right now, the two Vepar were on high alert, stiff and focused on anything but listening to me.
We hurried through another opening wall, and I found myself in some sort of control center room. Gadgets and darkened windows lay across the front of the ship. I had either stepped into the set of Star Trek or I was hallucinating because I had never seen anything like it.
There were gadgets and screens all over it, but what caught my eye the most was Corran, standing in front of a screen, pushing his hand on various buttons frantically.
He turned when he heard us, his eyes widening a fraction. He looked frazzled, his hair all over the place, his sexy glasses askew.
“Took you long enough,” he barked in a very un-Corran like tone.
Derrial rolled his eyes, evidently not feeling like sharing again that he had to stop and give me his blood.
“How close are they?” Thane strode to the screen and peered closely at it.
“Five miles out.” Corran tapped his fingers anxiously on the side of the screen. “They’re locked in on her.”
“Why don’t you just let them have me?” I said petulantly.
Thane just shot me an amused smirk at my outburst.