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This enthralling masterpiece series will own you!" - Myra Danvers, USA Today bestselling author
Fingertips stroking my cheek, Caspian promises to fulfil my every desire.
- Dubious Consent
- Knotting, MMF
- Blackmail, Abduction
- Why Choose
- Forced Proximity
- Obsessed Males
- Virginal Heroine
- Heroes are the Villains
Fingertips stroking my cheek, Caspian promises to fulfil my every desire.
So long as I stay under his obsessive gaze and within his jealous grip. But I never agreed to this. I never agreed to forever.
Wealth and power can buy anything in this city.
Caspian owns women, men, luxury, influence… but he cannot buy me. No matter the gentle way he whispers in my ear. No matter the carful touches, the empty promises, the way he devours me with his eyes.
I will make Caspian pay for what he has done.
Intro into Chapter 1
Intro into Chapter 1
“She is not to feel pain.”
A command like broken glass grinding into an open wound. Sharp, gouging—the kind of abrasive threat that would make a grown man feel Death breathe down his neck.
The physician’s hands stuttered, his work dabbing blood from mangled fingers faltering. Such hesitation betrayed much more than the Beta’s anxious scent. This was a male who knew one wrong word would see him a corpse. “I’m afraid that is impossible, sir.”
Hovering overly close, Caspian snarled. “What did you just say to me?”
In the short minutes since the physician had begun examining his captive mouse, the First Alpha’s fine mood had decayed. Raging victory at her chicken-scratched promise of loyalty faded. The glory that had beaten through his chest upon seeing her pale flesh marked by his many bites, depleted.
The ruby-red rivulets of blood that ran from the garish wound where his teeth had pierced her throat were no longer beautiful.
The glassy-eyed albino was a fucking wreck—one stuttering exhale away from the reaper.
Keeping an unwavering eye on his prize, Caspian put a hand on her ankle, one of the few places on her body that was not damaged, as he addressed the frazzled Beta physician who’d been dragged from his bed in the middle of the night.
“No Pain! And no scars will remain.” This he could give her, stroking his thumb over the protrusion of her ankle bone. “Do you understand me, doc? Only the bite on her neck is to be left alone.”
From where he paced beside the bed, Toby issued a challenging growl. Clipped words followed a twitch in his cheek. “My claiming mark will remain on her shoulder, Caspian. Do you hear me? Remove it, and you force me to bite her again.”
Chest expanding in an angry breath, Caspian was cut short when the physician interjected. “Gentlemen, I cannot erase this kind of damage with a handheld cauterizing laser. All of these wounds will scar, though I will do my best to keep it minimal. But skin cell manipulation requires delicate application of the larger equipment in my clinic, days of careful monitoring, possible surgery depending on the depth of the damage. She should be brought—”
The very idea inspired pulsating fury in Caspian’s chest, a cage of unbending black encasing a shriveled, beating organ. “Suggest taking the Omega from this den again, and I’ll slit your throat.”
One threat against the old man, and Caspian’s mouse finally turned her head. Their eyes met, muddy brown to bloodshot violet, and a look of such heartbreak took her from vacant to wretched. It said, please. It urged the target of that glance to settle and be calm.
One thing it did not do was challenge; not that look. The mouse gave him a look of complete and miserable surrender.
Where had the warrior gone? The mouse brave enough to face his brawn with little more than a bent piece of cement-caked rebar?
Where was the hellion who’d taken his leaking cock with a scream, bucking her hips to pull him deeper even as she’d tried to throw him off?
What of the Omega who had set her teeth to his throat, and dared mark him as if she might claim ownership?
How she had howled and spat curses with her eyes. How she’d choked on Toby’s then Kieran’s cocks, guzzling down their cum once knotted and trapped beneath Caspian’s full weight.
He’d filled her to the brim with seed, forced her to hold it all in so it might swim around her belly and let the fiery thing know she was outmanned. And still she’d fought, grinding Caspian’s knot deeper, howling her rage as that perfect cunt fluttered and sucked.
Caspian had fucked her every possible way, knotted her more times in those maddening hours than he’d ever taken a woman. It wasn’t about keeping her pinned. It was about filling her with more, forcing submission upon the hellcat who had, without question, bruised several of his ribs and torn several pretty gashes into his skin.
The urge to get more cum inside her, to sink his teeth into the wriggling, vicious mouse’s flesh… he’d been drunk on it. High on her scent, intoxicated with the strangling grip of her pussy.
On the broken thing’s strength.
He’d fucked her face down, scraping her tits over old, wet cement. Flipped her over once the first knot shrunk and shoved his way back in so he might see her blown eyes when he brought her to another ragged climax. All claws and teeth, she’d also taught him that a little Omega severed from sanity was as dangerous as she was fun.
Volleys of blows had struck his temple. But when his little mouse went for the eyes…
Had he been weaker, he would now be blind.
Delicate fists were trapped, but only after she’d broken his nose. Sent him roaring as he knotted her a third time and fucked her into a pulp while his men were in a riot of applause. Hundreds saw. The Syndicate, their slaves… the females daring enough to leave the pen and gawk.
They saw him maul his prize. Saw her disarmed, subdued, and ridden.
And their ovation fed Caspian’s beast.
Kieran and Toby savored his kill as well. Just as pack should.
They got the remains the monster within deigned to share.
They got her throat.
The same throat Caspian had torn with his teeth. That need had gripped him, demanding all who’d borne witness see that the hissing viper was his, no matter whose cock she swallowed.
Kieran had been the one to take her by the hair so Toby’s prick could be shoved between her gnashing teeth.
She’d bitten him good, of course. The sick fuck had gotten off on it, cumming almost immediately and swamping her cheeks with spermy cream. Whatever tension had been brewing between Alphas Two and Three was obliterated when she sputtered and coughed, following that pathetic moment by licking her lips and opening wide for more.
Kieran dipped in, Toby tending to his Second’s prostate with a clever finger and words of encouragement.
This was seen by the Syndicate. They saw all three Alphas who ruled them united in victory.
They saw an Omega of amazing capability cowed and owned by her betters.
A glorious, violent mating—truly worthy of his pack.
But even then, the insane little guttersnipe had not submitted. All saw her wriggle her way out of their embrace to seek out a new weapon, and then to scream when the Omega could not find her adopted child.
Before she had been violent. In that instant, she went stark raving mad.
The wiry teenager had been dragged away by wiser members of his gang the moment he’d been stupid enough to beg Caspian for mercy for his mom.
Dragged off like the child he was, denied the view of his guardian’s interminable and violent rebirth. And that would follow him through the years in the gang.
Once sworn, these males had only one allegiance.
The Syndicate swore fealty, abandoned family, gave all to their leader.
They didn’t cry or beg for mercy.
Alec had failed his first test of loyalty, and would be brutally punished.
He’d missed the glory of the men’s cheering—the blood the mouse had drawn from Kieran, Toby, and even Caspian.
In his sobbing state and begging pathetic wailing, he’d missed the glory of an Omega’s whirlwind of violence and lust.
God, the pretty mouse’s fierce subjugation had been beautiful.
Where she kept that side of herself when mellow and docile, Caspian could never guess. But seeing her unleashed, even just the once, was enough to slake a thirst he’d never known he might possess.
He’d jerk off to the look on her face when he first fucked into her dripping cunt for years. Feel her flesh between his teeth, the taste of her blood and his on his tongue.
The way she’d roared…
But now, after a full and proper capitulation, he did not feel vindicated.
He looked at the little Omega holding his eyes and felt a simmering disquiet.
Damage. Pain. Wounds that would scar.
Broken fingers the best doctor in Dale City was struggling to set.
A female who reeked of loss. Not joy. Not the epiphany of being owned by strong males.
One who suffered.
A grinding, soul-deep moment of realization sunk in. These were not just bite wounds. Caspian had marked the mouse. He could still feel the squish of her breaking skin in his teeth, was already eying the unmarked ankle he caressed as if ready to set his teeth to that snowy patch of skin.
And he had chomped down so many times she would be scarred with the crescent shapes of his enthusiasm for life.
Across the bed, Toby continued to pace, no longer replete or satisfied from fucking her mouth. “You should not have threatened her boys.”
Drawing up to full height, Caspian cracked his neck and at long last broke the stare he’d shared with the mouse. “Are you not proud of your mate?”
Palms slapping the mattress, rocking it enough that the Omega winced when her body shifted, Toby bellowed, “She’s your mate now too! Look at her fucking neck! At her arms, her tits. What part of her did you not maul?”
Only the slender ankle under Caspian’s stroking thumb. That was the only place that had somehow been spared in their battle.
A corkscrew of needle sharp sensation rocked Caspian back on his heels, mud brown eyes darting back toward the woman whose gaze was not shut to him. But that was not what held his attention. Bubbling antibiotic foam had been sprayed over the gouges in her neck, dripping a fizzy pink mess down her filthy chest.
Watching it, knowing the reason she bore such wounds, left his overused prick so hard it sawed at the zipper of his pants.
Kieran, arms crossed over a scratched chest, let out the most disappointed of breaths. “You marked her, yes. Get it out of your system before she hits estrous. Fuck her, fill her, knot her, whatever. Then wash your hands of this madness before we lose face.”
Toby, veins in his neck throbbing, seethed. “You got hard and marked her with cum, just like the rest of us.”
“But I never bit her!” Scrubbing a hand over his jaw, Kieran looked away from his First as if ashamed. “Cunts of all flavors are just down the hall. Females who desire nothing more than to please. You cannot trust one womb! She tried to kill you and you marked her for it!”
A hundred women, maybe more, waited in the pen to suck his cock with gusto on demand.
To debase themselves and do filthy things just for a moment of his attention.
And this mouse was practically a virgin. Unskilled. In no way eager.
And this little slip of girl is the one he’d bonded to in a passion.
Estrous or not, that foreign pining in his chest—the infectious pain—she was the cause!
The Beta doctor cleared his throat, swallowed, and began to set the bones in her other swollen, gnarled hand.
The Omega didn’t so much as blink. By all appearances her lavender-rimmed pupils told the story of a bitch in heat. But it was all a lie.
Warm, salty tears marked her blood-speckled cheeks. A deep sense of loss resonated through her spirit straight into Caspian’s heart.
His pretty mouse—the utterly still, wrecked girl—grew so far lost in her thoughts, it was as if she didn’t notice how the doctor manipulated her joints, the pricks of his needles, or the steady stream of Toby’s obnoxiously loud purr.