Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
She’d already devised three ways she could do it. Strangle him with the sheets in her nest. Bash his head in with the nearby vase. Kill herself.
That would assure his untimely death.
But Brenya could not bring herself to reach out for a single weapon. She just wasn’t built for violence. Not that he didn’t deserve it.
Warmed by his chest, Brenya panting, her face turned from his, refusing to look at, acknowledge, or speak to him.
Stiff, even as he’d adjusted her standard Beta Sector jumpsuit, one arm engaged around her middle. The Omega enraged.
This was not the seeping in of his anger issues. This was her.
Right?
It had to be. She had every reason to be furious.
She’d been manhandled into this clothing that was not his used shirt while her malfunctioning brain had tried to process what he’d disclosed about the locations of the virus. Panicking over how she would get to them and destroy them.
Trying to remember each detail.
Worried. Deeply, deeply worried.
Because one place it had been hidden away in was outside of her power and beyond her skill. One untouchable secret location that doomed everyone in the Dome one way or another.
And this mate, this deceitful Beta… he’d stolen a vow from her, tricked her into a promise.
Ripped it right out of her chest. Assured she’d have to keep it.
Knowing what she now knew, Brenya could never leave Bernard Dome.
Ever.
Under any circumstances.
Because he’d told her…
Told her…
She couldn’t even think it without feeling her eyes burn and her legs shake.
And before she could process it. Before she could vomit or run… he told her he was taking her to Jacques.
That it was not an optional meeting.
That it was necessary to her health and wellbeing.
That he would physically carry her there kicking and screaming if he had to. And she had.
Kicked.
Screamed.
Begged.
Sobbed.
There was nothing else she could have done. One moment, she’d been content in her nest; the next horrified, and then immediately destroyed.
The guards outside the door must have thought he was murdering her.
Jules had forcibly dressed her in a Beta Sector jumpsuit, pinning her gently to the floor when she’d tried to flee, the Omega shrieking like he was stabbing her to death.
And Jacques himself had used her terror to press in, yanking on her, ravishing her thoughts as she clawed at the Red Room floor, trying to escape the man carefully pulling Beta clothing over her naked body.
“Brenya. Brenya. BRENYA!”
Voice even, effortless, as Jules twisted her into a new alignment, purring loudly, his soothing tone vibrating through each word. “You will be separated from Jacques Bernard by a wall of tungsten steel bars reinforced with a pane of clear amorphous metal. He will not be able to touch you. And I will be there. I will be with you. Because you have to do this, every morning, Brenya. You must. Remember what I told you. You have to try, and now you know why. An Omega cannot be parted from her mates. It’s making you… unbalanced.”
Scrabbling against the floorboards, she was rolled belly down, failing to find leverage on the lacquered wood. A parody of a dance, he bent and so must she. He rotated a limb, and both her legs had been forced into the jumpsuit, Jules able to manipulate her into strange shapes as if it were nothing, as if he had wrestled much larger males and won every time.
Every bruise she earned was of her own making.
He did not use pain. Only skill. Specific, careful force that wore her out and didn’t tire him in the least.
She ripped off the tip of a nail trying to claw into the floor, fighting his hold and failing as he secured another arm through a sleeve, careful not to stress the joint of her repaired shoulder.
The offense of this garment!
And when she tried to take it off, the game was over.
Jules had her spread, knees to her ears, her wrists pinned by her head as he shook his head no.
Unsure what came over her, Brenya leaned up and took the meat where his shoulder met his neck between her teeth and bit down.
With every ounce of her strength.
Hard.
Piercing.
Drawing blood.
Refusing to let go.
“That isn’t very nice, Brenya.” But it was said with a velvet gasp, as if the Beta took great pleasure in the act. And that strange cock of his was growing hard again against her belly.
Which had her seeing red.
Her jaw locked, the Omega snarling against his shoulder as he changed their positions yet again. Pulling her closer, rocking her upper body as he angled his hips away.
“I can’t fuck you right now, sweetheart. We have an appointment. You’ll be sore enough as it is.” All said as the man worked his knees apart and leaned up, bringing her with him. One male foot found the floor, and he lifted her like it was nothing. “But I’ll make it up to you tonight.”