Page 41 of Her Broken Alpha
Help her. He was gonna make her cum this way.
"You broke rule number three. Don't get in the way of how I do things."
She shook her head.
"You did,” he said against her shoulder, giving her a sharp bite. Naya gasped.
"And we will have all night to address it,” he promised.
Dizzied as she was, she was slow to catch up with the fact that he had finished with his tender persecutions. Her face was in his neck, her mouth open there, breathing and tasting him, waiting for his next words. Instead he put his data pad into her hands.
"We are going to talk to Tenbel's slaves. I want your help with this. They are more likely to talk to a poor lost princess than they are an old monster like me. Will you do this?"
"What?"
He kissed her nose. "Pay attention. Are you always so dreamy?"
"You—" she began, but he interrupted before she could finish.
"I want you to talk to Tenbel's drones. Don't promise them anything or you will be punished twice. Just ask my questions. Can you do that?"
"Yes." Why was he asking her this now? Didn't he want to—
"Good. Let's get this done so they are out of my tower. I feel like I can smell their stink already."
His words brought her back to reality, leaving her chilled. That didn't sound like a nice comment. Rather speciesist, Naya thought, as he picked her up as if she were a little girl and walked out the door.
He must be one of the breeds that looked down on drones because they didn't have the same abilities. The man was such an arrogant beast; he thought everyone beneath him.
He took her to a lower floor which was a rougher version than the one above it. Guards at the stairs watched over the defeated-looking people they'd taken from Tenbel's home.
All the alphas wore breathers over noses and mouths. The uncomfortable masks protected the wearers from pollutants, but as a side-benefit, they also dampened the effect of breed pheromones.
They weren't foolproof, though; skin also absorbed the mood, health, cycle, and dynamic chemicals emitted from breeds. But if the alphas kept their distance, drone fear or female ovulation cycles wouldn't affect them.
There were a lot of drones, many more than Naya's upper-class household employed. Thin, poorly dressed, unwashed, scarred, and disfigured, they were the most abused lot she had ever seen.
The cruelty of it went beyond her understanding. More than half of them were women, and a couple of these were noticeably pregnant, holding heavy bellies. If the fathers were breed, those women would need medical care. Breed to drone pairings resulted in twins and triplets. While intercourse was painful for the drone, conception was common, as were the serious complications that came with the delivery.
In her sector, if any breed impregnated a drone, he would be shunned. It was the lowest of the low kind of cruelty.
It smelled like there were more pregnant women than she could see. All of them were terrified. Some were crying.
Naya wanted to cry with them. What these women had suffered was horrible. They expected nothing good to come out of this meeting, and Monster had warned her not to promise anything.
Promises to help were the first words that rose to her lips. Monster gave a warning growl as a reminder and she clawed at his arm in frustration.
"Can you put me down, please?" she asked.
"No."
Holding her in his arms the entire time, Darre had her ask several questions, each of them designed to find out what the drones knew about the black-robed men's activities, and what, if anything, they knew about Naya's kidnapping.
He wasn't interested in anything Naya wanted to ask.
Their suffering rolled over her stronger than their smell, but Monster didn't seem to notice it at all.
She thought she recognized faces. She felt like she should know them, like she had experienced something with them, but it was hard to pinpoint what or how. Now that her head was clear, her ordeal with the false priest had become a collection of vague memories: getting out of a box, mushrooms growing on a wall, being scrubbed raw in a shower.
