Drooling, the monster places his palm against the glass. “Goodnight,” he says.
Death overtakes her.
Born Broken
Vash
A memory:
Soft hairs curl around her wet opening, cunt visible enough to drive any alpha crazy. Pleasure’s excess hangs on the precipice of her slender lips. It drips onto the earth, soaking the ground until it turns a darker shade of unrighteousness. As she kneels into the prayer position, Vash brushes her cheek with the back of his hand. Her sins lay bare to the world, and he is the one to absolve her that darkness.
He takes her.
First, by the mouth. He uses her soft tongue to caress his pulsating shaft. Gently, he forces down deep, intently watching as her throat expands with cock and pearly cum. An increasing pressure building between his legs drives him back out. Saliva drapes down her chin, and he can’t help but reflect on the beauty he is about to ruin.
“Lay down. On your back,” he commands. “But keep that tongue out. I want to paint your face.”
She obeys him. She has learned to obey all the alphas’ demands. She has adapted to their bodies, and the ruthlessness of receiving seed. She is submissive; a good omega.
When the time comes, she rolls out her tongue. She widens her lips and closes her eyes.
She can taste him. No–she can taste all of them as the other alphas hold down her extremities and come. They take turns with her.
When they’re done, they suck in another breath and prepare to fuck her again.
A crescent moon hangs abov
e the alpha’s heads as the night brings a cool gust of wind around their shoulder blades. Emptiness surrounds them, a vast landscape of fire and destruction. Clouds of smoke rise into the atmosphere. This is the aftermath of their actions.
The bomb designed by the New Republic went off. They couldn’t stop it.
Accepting the blame for what has happened is impossible for them. Knowing this, Vash argues with his pack. “There’s nothing I can do to bring her back. Not me, you, or any alpha on this fucked up planet can change what has happened to her. She was the world’s goddess. They tossed her to the wolves.”
The empire Ruby built has crumbled, but there are enemies still out there, somewhere. They wait for them to make mistakes.
Their story is over. Vash refuses to fight a worthless battle for power.
A tear clings to Vash’s eyes as he faces the rubble of the marble towers. Leaders made world-changing decisions here. Rae faced acts of sexual atrocity in those rooms. She claimed that trauma as her own. The empire of the New Republic couldn’t hold it together. And Rae… well, she had other plans.
Rae was their mate, once. Now she’s with the wind.
He hadn’t experienced heartbreak until she left. Before, when the New Republic arrested them, he had a quest to keep his pain occupied. Now that the journey has ended, what does he have left?
“Don’t say it,” Killian pleads.
“It’s our fault. Her death is our fault,” Vash states, dead in the eyes. “There. I said what you’re too weak to admit.”
“I’m getting tired of that language,” Lucas spits and clenches his teeth. “She isn’t dead. That tank disappeared into the ground. It took her somewhere.”
As the cold rain patters against Vash’s head, he twists his neck in agony. There is no rest for the wicked, but if he can shut out Lucas for one second, maybe he can find peace. His eyes dart and clench, squeezing tears like juice from a lemon.
Vash speaks with venom. “If we hadn’t put our guns to her doctor’s head, she would still be alive. Saving her ultimately ended her life.”
“You’re wrong. Cassian would have grown tired of her. Once he got what he wanted, he’d throw her out like the others,” Killian says.
Vash contemplates this for a moment. Cassian was his brother. He was a true monster, but he had plans. He wouldn’t have killed her. “As evil as Cassian was, he would have needed her to mother the children,” he says.
“His children,” Lucas hisses.