Ravaged Captive (Wren's Song 4)

Those who tried to hide away, the men forgot. Once the men forgot, no one would notice a corpse. In all this water they just… floated away.

And new pussy came.

A gruff, unpracticed purr seasoned the words, “What do you think about that, beautiful?”

Rosie had no fucking clue what the man had said. Not that it mattered, she knew the perfect coy look, the tease of expectant smile he’d want to see at the corner of her lips. She didn’t need to speak at all.

Even Caspian fell for that one time and again.

But before she might make her play, might cuddle closer and put all she was on offer, high pitched, unintelligible shrieking cut through the room’s many conversations.

A spitting, clawing, pale-haired mess of an Omega was dumped on the floor by Caspian’s personal guard.

Rosie’s heart stopped. This was it; this was her end.

The mouse had been found.

And a tear fell, unbidden and strange over a painted cheek before someone as hard-hearted as her might will it away.

What had been loud grew silent, couples in the midst of flirtation, conversation, fucking, stopped long enough to see the white-haired female gain her footing.

Thrusting a tangle of hair away from her face, the girl wobbled forward as if she thought to pursue the very Alphas who’d caged her in. “She can’t have him! Kieran is MY MATE!”

The lurch and first beat of a heart kicking back in jolted Rosie forward. Wiping the back of her hand over her cheek before that sorry droplet might betray her to anyone, she gawped—just like everyone else—at the wild thing daring to threaten Alphas.

“My mate will have you killed! Do you hear me? Kieran will murder you for treating me this way!” As if to punctuate her threat, the doll, the very doll whom Rosie had taken such exception to last week, set her marked shoulder on display.

This wasn’t a mouse.

The not mouse turned to the room, to the spectators who’d broken character. “She harassed me! Told them I was ugly, that they didn’t want me. Claimed I copied her… as if she invented Omegas!”

Oh, and now it was getting good. Rosie might be at her end—she wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly what this cunt was blathering about. After all, she’d been recently replaced herself. But there could be something here to work with.

Slipping off the Alpha’s lap, Rosie approached, all class. “Who called you that, sugar?”

A breakdown of epic proportions began before Rosie’s blue eyes.

“I did everything he wanted.” The doll, the fresh meat, fell to her knees and sobbed. “Nothing she said was true. She slandered me, right in front of him. She told lies!”

The show was glorious, so believable that only a few of the whores laughed under their breath.

But a few was all it took to set the broken doll into another rage.

Again, the new Omega pulled her hair aside to show the mark on her shoulder. And it was true, she stank of Kieran’s spend, her slick, and god only knows what else. “He’s my mate. MINE! She can’t have him.”

“Honey.” And that endearment came like honey, thick and sweet. “No male here is faithful. It’s no fault of yours. I mean, look at you. Pretty as a sunset from the top tier.”

“She harassed me! In front of my mate.” More tears, real ones which said so much more about this female than any of the crazy things she’d screamed.

“Who? I’ll talk to her.”

Wiping her runny nose, the Omega looked up. Those helpless wide eyes had probably got her far in life. “He called me his doll.”

For fuck’s sake. Rosie swallowed, about ready to reach forward and shake the story from this woman. “Did she have white hair?”

“Yeah.”

“And she said things about you to your male?”

Defensive, all claws, the doll hissed. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

The laughter in the room grew.

“Cupcake, I hate to be the bearer of bad news.”

“Yeah?”

“If you want to be angry, be angry with Kieran. Hell, we all have been one time or another. He promised me children and a way out of this hellhole.” Rosie pointed to an exotic Beta who’d been here even longer than she had. “He promised to clear Janice’s debts and a job up top somewhere respectful. All of us have been let down by Kieran. Life is disappointment, especially around here.” Not an appropriate thing to announce in front of the clients, but at this point, who cared? Rosie was toast, burnt toast covered in cum jelly with zero fucks left to give. “You’re in the pen now, just like the rest of us. Pick a John and get to work. Cock ain’t gonna suck itself.”

The slight thing straightened her shoulders and squared off against the queen of the whores. “I’m mated. I don’t have to fuck anyone anymore.”

Boy, was this new girl in for a rough go of it. “Suit yourself, doll. But just so you know? The Omega you saw, the one Caspian marked? She’s Toby’s mate. And, sugar… she can’t talk.”