Prologue
Running, running, running. Breath down your neck. Arch of cartilage and huffing nostrils traced the curves of her tantalizing flesh and perfectly youthful frame. His fingers writhed like the bodies of scurrying roaches, leaving a trail of viscosity behind, his precum practically dripping from his fingertips.
“Consume you,” he whispered.
Him. The most horrible human on this godforsaken planet…
Run. Just fucking run.
It should be easy, right? It’s just one foot in front of the other. A few quick movements, and the body should do the rest of the work.
Only, it feels like you are trapped in quicksand. No, the air is made of thick humidity, so thick that you can’t even breathe. Yes, you wake inside a cocoon of concentrated webbing. Pictures flash against your eyes, forcing you to watch as he towers over you. And you still feel his fingers, searching every orifice.
Emotionless. Inhabited. Inhuman.
Now, you remember the horrors of what he did. He made you, turned you into one of them. He took your blank memories and filled them with his own. He is your tormenter, the man who longed to destroy the world.
His tongue lowered like a wicked drawbridge of saliva and chunks of red meat. Foam fizzes against his ruined lips, fangs flashing like daggers. She was his, taken and controlled, systematically mistrusted.
His cock extracted from the dark hooded mass of foreskin. Wet, slimy lubricant glowed with the light of flames. Where was she? Why couldn’t she move?
Was this all a dream?
“Slide open for me, darling.”
The twisting of his tongue against the curve of her neck caused her jaw to drop with repulsion. In an attempt to force away, she twisted her mouth to bite him. She gasped for air, but his musky, fatherly scent seemed to be everywhere, choking her.
“No,” she whispered.
“Mm… tight hole. Ripe for stretching.”
Wrists bound, body paralyzed with fear. His cock parted her lips, teasing her open with light thrusts. “I will go easy on you,” he grunted.
“No…”
The wretched beast paused and sniffed against her neck. “Virgin slut,” he moaned, stepping back.
Hot tears flowed from her strained eyes. She didn’t understand. How did she get here? “W-w-who are you?” she whispered through chattering teeth.
“I’m the devil,” he sneered. “And you? You’re my precious little girl.”
Chapter One
“When he knots into your ovaries, let’s hope his cock can breed you. It can be quite painful for the woman, at first, but no one ever talks about a sterile man’s discomfort. There are more betas than alphas, more betas than omegas. Too many humans have developed a chromosome deficiency,” the specialist said.
Deficiency…
“Omegas are special, but alphas are the planters of the seed. Dear, I know it may be difficult to process all of what has happened to you, but you are going to change the world for everyone. You are the cornerstone to true change. Someday, everyone will be able to have children again,” the man added.
Wren tried to move, but as she opened her eyes, the hell that was her life came rushing back to her in vivid, sharp fragments. Now alert and frantic, she scanned the room, pulling back against the cuffed wrists.
Most days, she sat in a small room, adequately designed for a young woman, and more comfortable than living in a hut somewhere. Today was monthly inspection to make sure her mechanisms were working correctly.
Lying against the cold, rigid table, Wren’s back bowed forward, nerves on fire. With the doctor’s prod pressed against her labia, she extended her neck and swallowed.
The first thing she thought to ask for was her medication. The needles that brought her painless sleep were a girl’s only friends. Still, she held strong, despite her sickening cravings. After years of practice, she knew the exact threshold it took to get her hooked, and she needed to start getting serious. She was as fertile as ever, and her mate would come to find her when the time was right.
The last thing in the world Wren wanted was for her captor to abuse her before the breeding process.