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It hurts. A ring of fire flares to life and burns hotter between my legs as he pushes deeper.
My world implodes as he thrusts, sheathing himself to the hilt in one glorious, terrifying, horrendous movement. I detonate, shattering into tiny pieces, which then collide with the sparkling air and shatter into even tinier particles. Every muscle in my body locks in wonderful agony as I fly further and further away from the person I was before.
When I finally relax enough to take a breath, my alpha’s scarred face fills my vision. His blown pupils and tight jaw reveal how much his restraint costs him.
I’ve never seen such beauty before in my life.
He pulls back with a wet, sucking sound, leaving all but my entrance achingly empty.
Beauty isn’t the right word. He’s striking. Menacing. Destructive.
The Destroyer lives up to his namesake.
I die a million beautiful deaths as he defiles my body with carnal glee. He fills me with powerful, ruthless strokes, taking my joy with him as he pulls out, only to return with brutal intensity.
He gives me everything my omega heart desires, fucking me hard and fast, until sweat drips off our bodies and our pheromones permeate from every scrap of fabric surrounding us.
When he shifts his grip from my throat to my breast and lifts my ass off the mattress, his cock hits impossibly deeper inside me.
I open my mouth on a silent scream. Unbearable pressure builds within my core. He angles his cock and strikes the same sensitive area again and again.
My vision flashes to white as he shoves his ballooning knot behind my pubic bone. Locked within me, his shaft jerks and spurts, filling me with his seed.
Agony rips through my shoulder as he sinks his teeth into my flesh.
Our souls merge. Incomplete, yet wonderfully brilliant, our bond snaps into place and reveals what words could never express.
This alpha—my alpha—isn’t the monster I believed him to be. He yearns to pamper and coddle his omega. To praise her for taking his knot. To feed her the best food and watch her grow round with his offspring. He wants the battle of wills. The give and take found only in an alpha omega pairing.
He wants to give her everything.
No. It’s not true.
He doesn’t want ‘her’.
He no longer pines for a nameless omega. In fact, he can’t even recall what my mother looked like when she betrayed him in her youth.
He wants me. Vynn. His tiny scorpion.
The moment he lifts his head, I sting him for the second time, sinking my teeth into the flesh over his heart.
He groans and cups the back of my head, holding me to him as though I’m the most precious thing in the world. I’ve never felt so cherished. Tears of gratitude, relief, and frustration pour down my temples and puddle in my filthy, matted hair.
With a shuddering breath, I extract my teeth from his chest and lick over his wound. Our bond pulses in time with the pounding of my heart. His soul wrapped around mine doesn’t feel constricting. The subjugation and humiliation I expected to feel while trapped underneath him never rises.
Yet even with his knot locking us together, our mating bond complete, and the worst of my fears allayed, sadness flows through me.
My parents hurt him in more ways than one. Scars thicker than the jagged mark on his face run through his heart.
He hurt my parents. Threatened them. Stole me. Separated them and locked them in cages like animals.
My omma won’t survive her pregnancy in such horrible conditions. Sorrow steals my strength. I give in to my exhaustion while a steady stream of silent tears drips down my face. Visions of my omma withering away as my sibling consumes her from the inside plague my nightmares. My appa’s haunted eyes watch from between rusty metal bars. His helplessness twangs discordant notes through my alpha’s resonant purr.
I should cling to my hatred of Alpha Fore and fight him with everything I have, but I can’t. The pus festering in his soul doesn’t reach so deep he lost sight of what he wants most. Despite the decades of loneliness and fury, he can’t mistreat me the way he promised my parents he would.
He’s rough and overbearing—and often cruel—but I can’t deny how much my omega side craves his dominance. Even at the height of his frenzy, he remained in control.
When words wouldn’t work, he took action. He hauled me into this room, expecting me to fight, but when I reached my limit and broke down, he completely changed course. Instead of dragging out my misery, he claimed me hard and fast and held me in his arms as though he’d die without me.
