Page 37 of Her Broken Alpha
She bumped her head against his. "Oh, lucky me."
"Lucky you, is right." His hand was at her throat again, a thumb brushing over her jaw and cheek, then slowly over her lips.
She gave him a look from under her lashes, embarrassed by his praise. His eyes heated as they focused on his clawed thumb moving back and forth over her mouth.
He wanted to kiss her.
She wanted his kiss.
Chapter Ten
Darre
What a devious little thing she was, his treasure, thinking to choose a weak alpha so she could have her way. Had someone not intervened, she would have had her well-planned life bossing around everyone, including her alpha, while never knowing the fullness of her nature. He had not expected her, had not wanted her. But now that he had her, she was everything.
Everything.
He liked her in his lap, though it wasn't convenient. She'd need a space of her own in all his favorite places in the tower. The idea of not having her near made his spine twitchy and tension spread up to his shoulders.
Fragile and delicate, he loved the feel of her throat under his command, though he noticed she had not once offered it to him in submission. Her pulse beat strong under his palm, quickening with desire, not fear. She went limp when he held her this way, subjugated by her instincts, yielding her will to his.
She trusted his monster.
It was mind-bending.
His data pad beeped, distracting him. He looked down at a message from Mac. A long-time soldier and the youngest son of a poor family, Mac had spent a lot of his life in the Un. He'd ended up on trial after killing a couple of guys. The incident involved a female. Darre hadn’t asked for details. But he'd seen the records and knew they didn't tell the whole story.
Rather than face death for his crimes, Mac had taken banishment, which had landed him back in the Un. He'd eventually found his way back to Sector 2.
Territorial beast that he was, Darre couldn't tolerate rivals. He was driven to challenge any and all males unless they were obviously weaker. When Mac lost, Darre hired him.
Mac had survived fifteen years as Darre's secretary, the longest of any before him. He was ambitious for credits, honest, and ruthlessly exacting with all other males of the household. As a bonus, he hated Rhineholth as much as Darre did.
The double knock at the door startled Naya, but Darre knew it was only Mac.
"Come."
Wearing a breather over the bottom half of his face, light armor, and bristling with knives he never hesitated to use, Mac entered. Behind him one of the drone males carried a loaded tray of food. Without a word, he brought it in and set it down, then slipped out.
Naya turned her head to look at the newcomer. Darre breathed deep, expecting fear or the very least anxiety. Mac was an imposing son of a bitch. But her smell hadn't altered. It still bloomed with the desire that been filling his nose with since he woke.
Amazing girl.
"Alpha." Mac tipped his head down, keeping his eyes off the girl.
"Report."
"What do you want first?"
"Whatever you want, let's just get it done." Darre picked up a cracker from the tray and smoothed goat cheese onto it, took a small bite, and then gave the rest to Naya.
"There was a fight in the dorms. One dead. Want me to hire new?"
"Yes, but no one new in the tower. Have the new guy do something else."
"One of the scabs came in with some goods you might want to see."
"What do you think?"
