Silent Captive (Wren's Song 2)

Sinking into his warmth, purring for him so he might be tempted to purr for her, she closed her eyes and refused to dream.

Dreams only made reality hurt that much more.

Chapter 3

Arm asleep and shoulder throbbing, Kieran cracked open an eye. The Omega snored out a lazy purr, her lips parted and appealing. Very appealing.

She shouldn’t be… considering.

Yes, she was pretty, but so were most of the women in the pen. Hell, Rosie was fucking beautiful—full hips, red lips, and tits that he could bounce a quarter off of. Caspian’s mouse was… scrawny, inexperienced.

But she smelled amazing.

Her little hesitations were fun, the look in her eye as she discovered what Alpha cock really offered…

Goddamn perfection.

All her white hair, once it had been cleaned with actual soap and untangled, would turn heads for miles around. Just like those albino lavender eyes. Kieran would wager no other woman over half the planet had eyes like that.

And he did like to gamble.

Bets had already been placed, in fact. His money was riding on Rosie scratching her way back to Caspian’s lap and First-Alpha selling this one to a high-profile connection. His mouse was too unique to set free, and no matter what Caspian might have promised her, he wasn’t going to let a rare commodity slip back into the mud. Caspian’s mouse would be mated and fat with a baby in six months, tops.

Smirking, growing warm by the idea of her growing round, Kieran pondered if it should be his baby slipped in that belly before she was passed off. Her new owner didn’t need to know she was already seeded. Get him drunk enough the night of the claiming and none would be the wiser.

After seeing her invade the pipeworks just to fetch two boys… after watching her face down the meanest fucking Alpha on the planet, Kieran knew she’d never dare tell. This Omega would protect her brood at any cost.

Imagining a kid growing up in one of those fancy houses, lording over a city of morons… never knowing his good looks came from a reviled gangster daddy. What a laugh.

Of course, all of these potentialities would go to shit if Toby got clingy. The Third was like a dog with a bone—a weird, over-swollen, boner, more like. The Third had almost started a war over a Beta Caspian refused to let him keep. The problem had sorted itself out when Toby took things too far and she ended up dead as a doornail.

Kieran had seen the corpse.

That fucking deformed knot… Toby had taken it too far.

Leave an Alpha unappeased and riled with backed up cum, and turns out his mind might snap. Instinct took over until urges found release.

Which is why Caspian and Kieran would be right there tonight. Fuck, Kieran would have been there regardless. It was sure to be a hell of a show, but he still wasn’t sure why Caspian was allowing it… on the girl’s first day.

Unless he wanted her broken in, finished, and set aside quickly.

Even a whore as willing as Rosie only had to do that once—and only after she’d been shared between them for months. The way she’d whined afterward had been the end of it. One thing Caspian refused to tolerate was a woman’s whiny mouth.

Punished for all that bitching, Kieran was pretty sure Rosie hadn’t been allowed to draw breath until every last member of the gang had been sucked dry… even the Betas Rosie thought were beneath her.

Omega females were so damn presumptuous. Even this one, who’d conned him into sleeping on the floor.

He gave her shoulder a shake. “Omega, it’s time to wake up.”

The snoring caught on a snort, totally unladylike and almost endearing. It shouldn’t have made him smirk, but it did, and that annoyed Kieran enough that he pushed her onto her back and scowled. “You will not sleep on the floor in this room. You will sleep on the bed with me. I don’t care if you hate the smell.”

The woman yawned, sleepy-eyed as she reached up to pat his cheek.

It was the first time she’d touched him in any way slightly intimate that he had not initiated… and that too irritated him. Rosie was on him every chance she could get. Fuck, all the bitches in the pen were.

And this one thought to make him sleep on the floor?

“Next time you try to lure me with female tricks, remember this. Caspian didn’t want you in his room. I claimed you so Toby couldn’t fuck with you all night. Show some goddamn gratitude or I’ll dump you in the pen to sleep alone like the other whores.”

That word. That one hissed word, and the Omega went ragdoll still.

Snide, showing his face to best advantage, Kieran sneered. “You think of yourself as something other than a whore?”

She swallowed, blinked, and refused to shake her head.