Slowly, he arched his back and extended his hips. His mealy foreskin parted into a blooming shine. The strong muscle tissue on the underside of his shaft and corpulent sac throbbed.
Wren placed the end of the gun’s barrel against his winking urethra. “Tell me what I am,” she said.
Killian closed his eyes, finally able to give his trust away. Never in his life would he expect to give his trust to an omega, but they were supposed to be the ones who reshaped the world. Some sacrifices were to be made for progress.
“That village is not your birthplace,” he said.
Silently, Wren nodded
“Do I even have a birthplace?” she asked.
“You are special, Wren. All of this is for a reason,” Lucas said, lowering to a prayer position.
Vash soon followed, although reluctantly. “We found you for a reason.”
Wren swayed the gun. Don’t make me repeat my question.”
Vash looked at the floor, voice cracking. “No,” he said. “You don’t have a home. Well, not really.”
“We are your home now,” Lucas said.
Wren fell silent for a moment, but Killian braced for the storm. Winding her arm back, Wren screamed and cracked Vash’s cheek with the butt of the revolver. She gnashed her teeth, hammered her fists, and screamed in their eardrums. Finally, she spat on Vash’s incensed face and grabbed his sac, ready to twist.
“All of you… you lied to me.”
Lucas lifted his eyes and wrapped his fingers around her feet. “They brainwashed you. Filled you with memories. We had no say.”
“We did what we had to at the time,” Vash said. “If you knew too much too fast, you would have got us killed.”
Wren squeezed the sac harder, until the rough skin turned a darker shade of purple. Her eyes flew open, lashes curling, devastatingly beautiful against the ridge of her brow. “All of this is your fault, you inbred fuck,” she said, furiously. “And who is my father? My mother? Who the fuck made me?”
Uttering a shrill scream, Wren let go and collapsed against the wall. She could have killed the alphas if she wanted to. She could have raped and carved out their insides with sharp tools. Instead, she’d let them live.
Because she was alone, and without them, she’d be lost in worse darkness.
The alphas stood up slowly, their blood trailing to the floor. Gently, they came to her. They wrapped her in their arms, providing her the warmth she now craved. In this world, nobody could win.
I am of the blood.
It hit her as hard as a punishing shockwave grenade, not that she knew what that felt like, but she could assume. “I am Cassian’s daughter. Aren’t I?”
Vash kissed her temple and sighed, breath hot. “Yes,” he admitted. “Cassian extracted his DNA in an attempt to make an omega copy of himself. A perfect bloodline. What he created was you.”
Wren choked on her stinging tears. She remembered the omegas’ voices at the facility. The tone and inflection. They sounded just like her.
“And the other women in the facilities… they’re…me?”
“Botched attempts,” Vash said. “He couldn’t get the coding right after you. The rest cannot breed.”
“But you can,” Lucas said. “You were born with three cervixes, each leading to a different compartment in your uterus. Incredibly rare. In fact, there are no known omegas with that characteristic anymore.”
“Three…?” Wren’s voice fell flat.
“You weren’t the first he tried to create,” Killian said.
“You were lucky,” Vash said. “A complete mistake. He’s been trying to copy you ever since, but he is a failure.”
“Is that all I am? The obsessive failure of a madman?” Wren asked.