Once he produced the perfect copy, he could rebuild things the right way. She was the answer to everything, and Vash was the one thing in the way.
“I will cut my brother’s throat,” he said.
Chapter Three
“Set her down and leave the room. I want my time with the dog.”
Vash casually glanced at the door of the facility and swallowed. He could hear the light whimpers of the women in the other rooms, forcing him to briefly wonder about their maddening smells of flesh and mouthwatering spoils.
Thank fuck I found her this time.
The alpha’s face distorted. “I can taste her already, the abhorrent stench like aged cheese. I can only imagine the mess I will make of her nest,” he said aloud.
The omega he’d stolen had to fit the others’ needs, but it was his right to have the first rip to send her screaming in the throes of paralyzing pain. After all, he was the one who’d paid off the guards, and torn apart most of the men.
Gripping his scent kit, Vash looked away from the gaping wound on his abdomen and guided the sturdy copper straw out from the box. Wincing, he coughed a speck of blood.
He never should have left the trader barracks. As horrible as that hellhole was, the outside was worse. Weak with illness, Vash gazed at his prize, understanding now how difficult this might end up being.
Still, a thought piqued his interest.
Killian lugged the woman into the back corner of the room and dropped her on her shoulder. His strong, husky body covered her like a monster. He kissed her thighs with his thick lips, growling as her sweetness reached his tongue.
Wren closed her eyes.
“Up on your feet,” he said, securing the necessary table space to get the injection and genetic sample kits ready.
Wren scooted back, palms against the wall. When Vash realized her adrenaline was peaking, he sighed. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to die anyway,” he said.
Feeling the clawing heaviness of his stored-up seed, Vash shifted and took a seething breath. She was wasting his precious time.
After he ruined the whore, he’d collect a sample for his sensory kit. Knowing he could keep her scent longer filled him with a lasting pleasure. In case she broke under his weight, he’d have something to remember her by.
“H-H-How did you get in the facility? A-Alphas aren’t supposed to—”
Vash reached into his jacket, observing with delight as she winced. Thick coins of gold fell from his palm onto the floor below him. “Chips,” he said. “People will do anything for them.”
“Chii—?”
Vash sensed that a daughter’s ripe cunt came with more problems than it was worth. In the barren fields outside of the city, nothing was sacred. They kept her like a dog, fed her chemicals to keep her asleep, and made sure to whisper sweet nightmares into her ear canals.
“Oh, that’s right. They don’t teach you anything, do they?” Vash thought aloud.
Vash’s second in the pack was Lucas. A tall and built alpha, he extended his palm around Wren’s small chin. His fingers were tough, and tattoos of holy verses trailed down his protruding forearms. “The war is almost over, honey.”
Vash shielded his eyes from the girl, wheezing as he inhaled deeply. “They’ll make the drop on Dagon any day now.”
“The final stand, huh?” Lucas winked.
Vash jerked his head forward and painfully swallowed. His mouth was dryer than usual, and no source of water could quench his thirst. He was running out of time. “This funny to you?”
He circled the men before pounding his knuckles against the wall. “Do you remember the battle of Varikar? The carnage we brought… it was an unprecedented level of depravity. We deformed those men and women.”
Wren quickly interjected, “Is that what happened to you?”
Somehow, Vash found the strength to ignore her. Had his faculties not have been under considerable duress, he would have laid her out flat. He knew how he looked: Weak. On the last threads of life. But when he could find the serum, he could regain the last bit of strength he’d need to tear her ass apart.
“I remember,” Lucas said, solemnly. “But that’s just how it is.”