Stolen (Alpha's Claim 4)

The other presence in the room, the one her blurred vision could only just see outlined behind the monster pinning her down began to read off whatever report was before him. “Brenya Perin was listed as flawed—marked seven years ago as an inferior genetic Beta representation. That is the reason she has never been optioned for the breeding bank. She was never exposed to us, only noted for agreeing to partake in pleasurable coitus a handful of times since she came of age.”

The Alpha’s voice grew chilling. “Who fucked her?”

“Two Betas are listed here. More than twenty petitioned requests. It seems she only met the expected quota for mental health and nothing more.”

Her captor was less concerned with whether or not it was considered mentally hygienic to share pleasure, but instead infuriated over the fact another male had been sanctioned to touch her on more than one occasion. “Who did she allow to rut her repeatedly?”

“A Beta from Tech Sector, George Gerard. Before she was grounded, they shared a working relationship. His dossier states the male is serving three months in lockup for interfering with safety protocols after the decision was made to abandon your Omega outside the Dome. From what I see, you have him to thank for her survival—they were going to cut her loose.” The sound of paper flipping preceded, “He may even be ultimately responsible for forcing her body off chemical restraint. The Omega’s weeks in seclusion, her access to untreated rations, aggravated her endocrine system. Otherwise, Brenya may never have shown Omega characteristics. Her whole life might have been wasted laboring as a Beta.”

Wasted? She was one of the best engineering grunts under the glass. She had conducted dangerous maintenance on their Dome that had enriched millions of lives. How dare he!

“She’s in pain. Give her more morphine.” Cool fingers traveled from the shell of her ear down the length of a soft neck. At the curve before her shoulder, they lightly danced atop the still mottled skin. Though the male’s presence made her cringe, something in that soft rapping eased her growing irritation. “What can be done for her fever?”

She heard a sigh that hinged on exasperation, felt the prick of a needle in her arm. Even in her muddled state, she could sense his annoyance was not for the Alpha, it was directed toward her. Brenya was the root of his problem. “Nothing. She has not responded to conventional treatment. As her illness is tied to this retarded estrous, her fever may not go down for days, maybe a week… maybe longer. Omega physiology is not designed to withstand a lifetime of Beta pharmacology. Polluted as she is, her system is stuck and at war with itself. I cannot even assure you she will survive. This woman should never have been put in Palo Sector to be exposed to their food and water supply.”

The Alpha spoke with such carelessness, “If she dies, you die next.”

No. Brenya’s purpose was to protect life, her oaths sworn every morning since she was old enough to stand. Breath coming in short pants, she tried to focus. Her good hand reached out, gathering the Alpha’s sleeve in her fist. “Don’t hurt him.”

A low chuckle came from the male stroking her cheek. Running his fingertips over her lips, he said, “Look at me, mon chou.”

She tried. After blinking repeatedly, she centered upon her personal hell. Him. It was hard to focus, but she saw the tawny gold of his hair, she saw eyes brighter than the water at the fountain.

“Good girl.” Lips that were defined and full pressed against hers. “You want to help him? Then you must recover. Once you do, I’ll be yours to command.”

At her groaned complaint, noise reverberated more loudly from his chest. Only then did she realize the Alpha was purring—had been purring all along.

Brenya had heard of this thing. Once or twice she’d even experienced a muted copy, but to feel an Alpha purr was unlike anything she’d known. It wasn’t just the sound. That noise moved through a body, it shook tired places… it settled. Even terrified as she was, she melted.

Or had, until a cramp made the tender flesh between her legs sear. Gasping, she reached down and felt a fresh flow of liquid rush from her body.

The Alpha’s overbearing musk began to stink like it had in the alley. She did not need to open her eyes to know he’d licked his lips.

“She’s wetting through the sheet again. It might not be continuous, but her slick grows more abundant. My Omega will endure. Soon, I will be able to claim her.”

“Not soon. You tore her, Jacques. The vaginal fissures…” The older male approached. To Brenya’s horror, he flipped up the sheet covering her lower half. But before he might touch her, a feral growl rent the air. The sound of a weighty bulk slammed against the wall, it shook the room, and the old man’s groans led her to lean up.