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“Louder, tiny scorpion.”
I tremble in terror but swallow the pleas building in my chest.
He spanks me again. I hiss through my teeth.
Shockingly powerful sensations lance from between my legs as he grinds the heel of his palm over my pussy.
My stoicism fails me. I buck and fight for freedom, but he chuckles and pins my thighs to his chest with ease, never losing his stride as he weaves through the maze of halls.
A commotion sounds from behind us, breaking my attention. The Destroyer’s satisfied chuckle fills me with dread.
“C’mon, tiny scorpion. Call for daddy. Beg him to save you.”
The goading in his deep voice reveals the depths of his evilness.
“Go to hell,” I hiss.
It may be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I pour every ounce of my anger and fear into my words.
“Been there, done that. It’s your turn now, little omega.”
His facial scruff scratches my outer thigh as he turns his head and opens his mouth. Panic rips through my control, and I scream as his teeth close over my flesh.
He bares down hard enough to leave a bruise but not break skin.
An embarrassing sob wracks my chest and I plead for mercy, terrified he’ll mark me and irrevocably tie my soul to his. To lose my freedom would hurt, but to have his cruelty invade my innermost self would crush me. I’d never recover.
He pulls back, but before I can sob in relief, he licks the impression his teeth left on my leg and murmurs against my skin.
“That wasn’t too hard now, was it, tiny scorpion?”
I jerk as he nips my thigh. He chuckles and ducks through a porthole. I struggle to breathe as my tears plaster my hair to my face and my sinuses clog from being hung upside down. My head throbs just as fiercely as his shallow bite.
I haven’t cried since I was a toddler, but I’ll forgive myself under the circumstances.
The sound of his boot heels striking the ground rings off the walls as he quickens his pace. Eagerness emanates from him.
He stops, spins, shrugs me off his shoulder, catches me in midair, sets me on my feet, and pins my back against his chest with his hand wrapped around my throat. The band around my chest eases with the distance between his fingers and my nether parts.
My omma whimpers and groans as the beta carries her past us. Looking through my tangled hair, I realize we stand in the center of a large, empty room. White paint covers every surface, making the sunlight streaming in through the windows—actual fully intact glass paned windows—seem overly bright. I squint through the glare and freeze when half a dozen more men stomp into the room.
My stomach drops.
With blood streaming from his ear, half his face swollen, his arms bound behind his back, and shackles on his ankles, my appa shuffles into the room with his shoulders rolled back and his eyes alert. The alphas and betas surrounding him may not be as tall as he is, but most have more bulk and colder, meaner faces.
He meets my gaze and hardens his features before glancing at omma and turning his attention to my captor.
“Don’t do this, Fore,” my appa says without a trace of fear in his voice.
My tormentor chuckles.
“You’ve put me in a tight spot, Ru. Omegas are too rare and precious to waste, yet here you are with two. One you stole from me, the other you sired.”
“My daughter has done nothing wrong.”
“But you have, Ru.” Fore tightens his grip around my throat, lifts my chin, and leans down to span his massive hand across my stomach. I grunt when he jerks me against his chest. He grinds his hard cock against my back. Terror ices my blood even as need liquifies between my legs.
“She’s the result of your treachery. I’ll enjoy taking her. Breaking her. Owning her.”
