Prologue: Rae

A bomb exploded.

Heavier than any bombs before it.

A collision of atomic fury.

I float in ecstasy, remembering their fuck.

They’ve got me locked. Every hole, plugged.

Three alphas take me.

Alphas that saved my life. Alphas that give me hot seed and child.

Hard bone, tight flesh, and the tenacity of one hundred bulls. Can’t forget the knot of an alpha.

I still remember the taste of their masculinity, dripping on the back of my tongue.

I plead for them to find me. Where are they now?

Rae woke to the answer to that question.

She left them. They won’t be coming back.

A bomb took the world by surprise. It carved out the world.

It decimated tribes. Nations turned to ruin.

The alphas rule is no longer. The end is coming.

Rae gave all of herself: Her cunt, and the sacred slick wetness that spills between her two trembling thighs.

The sex was the fun part.

Everything changed when she gave up her children.

Three of them. Her captor never allowed her to see them grow.

Her children were strangers to her. Her sister, Ruby, her twin, raised them. If she knew of pain, she hid it well enough. Ruby took the children, unlocking a whole new world of despair for Rae.

If it wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t have made the choice to leave. Now she’s hooked up to tubes inside a narrow synthesis tank.

Rae wanted a second chance. She stepped into the unknown. She only has her memories. Nothing more.

“My birth,” she thinks. “There was something with my birth.”

Not much is understandable. She remembers the learning facilities with the other clones. The room used to stink of disinfectant and lubricant gel.

She remembers when they locked her away. Cassian tried to rape and breed her.

But the alphas found her first. Vash, Killian, and Lucas. They brought her an ecstasy she never could replicate alone. And when they established trust between their bodies, they gave her freedom.

She still fantasizes about their fuck. Their masculine drive hit her like a runaway locomotive. The tight knots that rutted through her core connected them.

Her body once resonated with heat. Not anymore.

She remembers every touch, bite, and flicker of pain that she carried. Once give it all away, that pain tastes sweeter than cherry-pie.

Rae hangs onto these memories because in this hell, she’s forced to live through the best and worst moments of her history.

That’s it. That’s what she gets.

She rotates through those moments like a slideshow.

She waits for her three alphas to find her. To fuck her. To pin her ass against the floor and overpower her. Anything to bring her back.

But the fantasies end when she opens her eyes.

Though Rae yearns for those feelings of lust and love, though she holds them in her heart of hearts, they are two steps out of reach. She is in a container of opalescent liquid, submerged and near the point of drowning. The only thing keeping her alive is a set of tubes that helix and sweep through her esophagus.

Her memory washes away. When she is awake, she can’t remember a thing. There is only panic and rising pain levels as she chokes on her breathing tube.

The shock freezes her body. She turns frantic with fear. The only response is to pull the tubes out of her esophagus.

Jerking like a frightened fish, she slides her arms free. She bucks against the glass walls and calls out. She coils the cables into her hands, choking as each inch passes through her throat.

The dense liquid muffles her cry for help.

She’s trapped. She will die here.

But sounds are audible from underneath the water. They aren’t a part of her imagination.

Pit. Pat. Pit Pat.

Someone is coming.

Breath is running out.

As the figure comes forward, she can see his body, tall, demonic, and gaunt.

In a few seconds, my lungs will suck in the remaining liquid. They will fill, causing me to drown. My organs will fail. My last moments will be painful as my heart goes into cardiac arrest.

No one will love me. No one will even remember my name.

The figure in front of the tank lowers to her level. He taps on the glass.

“Holy of holies… I have found you, at last.”

Eying the glass, the monster smiles. His skin is green, teeth sharp as razor blades, eyes glowing.

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