Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
He wasn’t soothing her—he was making it worse.
She couldn’t take it.
Shoving him away like the violent little thing Jacques often accused her of being—the embodiment of female rage the Alpha had fed with his violations, that he had punished when it dared emerge—she screamed, “I am not a toy! You don’t get to play with me just because you can!”
And Jules? He simply let her rage, releasing his Omega without resistance. Offering Brenya the freedom to act as she wished.
For all that had been done to her, to her people, to the Betas, to her Dome. Her palm cracked across his cheek. Then the other. She beat at his chest as hard as she could. Over and over. Shrieking. Cursing him in language more foul than she had ever dared speak aloud.
And he accepted every blow.
Every last one, until she was a panting, wild mess.
And when Brenya realized what she’d done, and to whom—a man who could literally slaughter everyone inside her Dome—she woke from the spell of rage as if doused with a bucket of ice water.
Disbelief and instant regret left her in a cold sweat. But not fear.
Not of Jules. Not of his retaliation.
Because a man like Jules Havel would never strike her back.
Or murder her kind to punish her transgression.
And those intense blue eyes silently demanded she recognize that vital point.
He could kill everyone. Torment her friends as Jacques had, make her watch him play with them while they suffered.
Had it been Jacques she struck, she’d already be bent over the bed with his cock half up her ass as she screamed for mercy and received none.
Her lip began to tremble, her eyes wet with the tears of a helpless thing in need. When knees hit the floor in a graceless collapse, the pain was nothing to the seizing torment in her guts as her legs slid apart helplessly on the slick-covered ground. Another drip… a string of slick stretching between the bare skin of her labia and the shining red floor as it puddled under her. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” said with a genuine smile, as if Jules found her temper cute. Endearing. “My anger issues are perhaps… seeping in a bit.” Voice low and tender, he reached out to smooth tangled hair. “Brenya, there is no autonomous you anymore. Full mental independence is impossible for a bonded Omega. But there could be us… or there is him and what he will do to you.”
She lifted her tear-filled eyes to meet the Beta’s unwavering gaze and felt such grief for the loss of her person. A person who had never even fully formed thanks to a lifetime of Beta rations. Felt simple and stupid, like a lump of clay Beta or Alpha could form into whatever they wished.
A violent, mean little bitch stuck in a mind that didn’t work as it should. A girl who wanted to look at butterflies and fiddle with broken things…
Towering over the crumbled, panting Omega, in the stance of a king admiring a subject humbled at his feet, Jules slowly, deliberately crouched down. Transforming from sovereign to lover. Voice low and dark, he offered each word with measured, razor-sharp reverence. “I know it’s hard. I know it hurts.”
How could he possibly understand what this felt like?
Even she didn’t fully grasp what was happening to her, each sensation and emotion too complex.
Gently folding his body around hers, dark delight filled his expression as he cradled her head against his shoulder once again and gently folded her into his strength. In his arms, her skin was damp, the soft fabric of her shirt clinging to her like gauze, soaked in sweat and slick.
The solid weight of his thigh slipped between hers, nudging upward, offering her subtly jerking hips something to shunt against—something real, if she would only admit what she needed. “Why won’t you invite me into your nest, Brenya?”
Memories of poor Georges locked in a room with an estrous-high Omega… the poor female’s animal cries, her eyes vacant of anything but need. She was screaming in desperation for relief. And he… he was just a Beta. He couldn’t knot. He couldn’t give her the only thing that would end their pain. Though he tried. Over and over. And it only made it worse.
She suffered. He suffered. It was horrible. Torture worse than this.
After all, Jacques could not knot Lucia forever. Maybe this would only be one night of torment. Until the next night… and the next.
And the next.
Sobbing against Jules’s throat, Brenya clung like a babe to her Beta mate. Unaware that she’d climbed into his lap, locked her legs around his waist. Fevered cunt landed hard against the ridge of his cloth-covered erection, Brenya grinding against his cock as she hiccupped her misery and confessed, “Because you can’t help me! Betas can’t knot.”