The woman finally opened her eyes.
“Filthy animal,” he whispered.
After no movement, Vash huffed and shuddered back.
Is she fucking brain dead? Vash expected a reaction, and when he received none, the sting of embarrassment enraged him.
Slowly rising to her feet, the woman’s eyes frantically searched for an escape. Vash dug his hand into the roots of her hair and tweaked it into a twisted knot. He brought her close to him and lowered her to the floor, carefully inspecting her ass.
“Mmhm,” Vash grunted, nostrils erratically flairing.
Vash hungrily seized on the sight of her pouty lips, now defined by the shadows of the room. The flowing curtains of her youth weren’t one bit subtle, the soaking layers of flesh, already open for him. He could smell the urine that left a trail of wetness down her thighs.
“You’re scared?” he asked. “No, no. Sweet piggy-poo. You’ll enjoy this.”
As he watched her scurry away, he cornered her. Soon, her tears strained the ducts of her eyes. Mostly, he was reminded of the small rodents he killed in the battles the week before. The flash memory of their dark blood disgusted him. The horrors of small animals were something catastrophic.
The carriers of death and disease must be put to rest.
In a moment of weakness, Vash briefly let go of her wad of greasy hair. As soon as he got his bearings, he leaned forward and took the trembling omega into his arms. He calmly stroked her hair, lowering his eyelids to hide the dryness of his own eyes. He never cried. None of the alphas did. That was what made them alphas.
Vash observed the tightness of her lips, the fragile pussy that seemed to beg to be filled. “I can’t be gentle this time,” he said.
The revelation came too soon for her to feel okay. She could now see the etchings of his scars, running across his cheek.
He wanted to break her, but he wouldn’t kill her. He’d take her for days, and he’d make sure she remembered the details to spread the trauma to others like a sick parasite.
She was scum, and no amount of learning would change his mind.
His hand fell against her arm. Shaking, Vash turned perverse, but disdain quickly overcame him. “I didn’t tell you to look at me!”
Dropping to the floor, Vash pressed his chin against the crook of her neck. Violently inhaling her scent, Vash jerked his hands against the front of his wear, hurriedly trying to thread the buttons that housed his throbbing cock.
He needed to take her fast, before the spell of her scent wore off. She had already ruined the fucking foreplay.
“You don’t want to talk? Fine.”
The taste of iron hung in his mouth. Every bit of him ached with disheartening rage. He didn’t want the girl, but he needed her. Without her, he might never be a true alpha.
He just hoped he could find the doctor in the city…
Underneath those streets was a network of sewage pipes leading into a world of filth and misery. It was a breeding ground for dejected alphas and betas. Anyone who walked that path was sure to die. However, the intelligent few used it to conduct business in an already too surveillance city.
After Cassian fed the parasite to Vash, he’d gone underground to seek treatment. A specialist promised him his help. All he had to do was bring the medical swabs of the omega’s DNA, a few drops of slick to bind to the woman’s uterus. When the omega lowered her tired and bruised rump, he would transfer it to her. She wouldn’t feel a thing.
If she was who Vash believed to be, her body’s natural rhythms would rid herself of it in less than a day’s time.
Vash retched. He could feel the light tickle of something foreign and feathery fasten inside his esophagus. A thick membrane of ocular discharge draped his eyes. It was already starting to happen. Death. The insect was binding its body to his nervous system. Yet, all he could wonder was if she thought him ugly.
Wren did take Vash to be an ugly hound, and there was no way around that. The scars were bad enough, but with the sores running down his arms, and the green sacs under his eyes? He was a monster.
Wren knew what to do with monsters.
Hunching her neck forward, Wren felt the dirt from her auburn strands trickle over her cheekbones, although she knew filth meant nothing to men. He pushed her ass high into the air, taunting the others with her sex. “Do you want to take me now?” she asked.
Lucas stared through the window, grinning.
Wren went to new lengths to get the alpha to notice her. Slowly, she ran her palm against his thigh. “Tell me,” she whispered.