Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,40

was numb. And I was sleepy. I couldn't focus. I don't know how I got there, or why. I asked him. He wouldn't tell me anything."

"You're small,” Darre mused. “Must have been a packing crate. He probably bribed Administration guards. But they couldn't have known you were a breeder. One smell of you they would have kept you for themselves, not let you into Sector 2."

He looked at Mac again. "See if you can find out. Is she the only one? Fuck. If someone is sending registered breeders into this sector, there is nothing to stop the Administration from coming in with an army after them."

"Isn't that what we want? To confront the Administration? Everything else we have done, they ignored us. Maybe someone important is going to look for this one." His eyes flicked briefly toward Naya before falling away.

"You think we’re ready to confront the Admin army?” Darre asked, his tone darkening. “You said there aren't enough trained men to take out that whoreson Berandal, and you want to face those young fuckers in the Administration army with the hired sector-rejects? Is that what you are saying?

"Naya's number is flagged. Contact Seta. If anyone is talking about breeders or women smuggled through the wall, I want to know about it. I should've known about it already. Where the fuck is Seta on this? Are my eyes and ears failing me?"

"I'll send a runner for him. You're right; we should have heard about this. Couple of the crow's women look registered. I'm sure they didn't come through willingly."

"My family must be so worried," Naya said. "Can I send them a message?"

"No." The answer came from low in his chest, so fast Darre didn't have a chance to assess the question. The monster saw her family as a threat, one he’d prefer to eliminate. The best choice was to keep them far, far away from his mate.

Darre could feel the weight of Mac's thoughts. They both had the goal of laying waste to Rhineholth and his Administration machine, exposing the man for the lying hypocrite that he was, opening breed eyes so they could see the corrupt, self-serving behemoth the Administration had become.

One thing about Mac, he was in a hurry for his revenge, ready for more blood and less subterfuge. Darre had never wanted a hand-to-hand war. He'd not spent his time gathering an army for one. But he wasn't afraid of it, either. Death and destruction might be his favorite activities, but his overall goal was change. A big pit fight wouldn't change anything.

Administrative change was more important than Administration blood, but Mac didn't always see the distinction.

Darre could feel Mac sizing him up, looking at his new weaknesses. Darre had taken a breeder-mate. Instinct had shifted his priorities. He would want to shelter and protect her, not risk her in a conflict with Administration Enforcers.

Mac had no breeder. He had no chance of finding the other half of his soul, of fathering alpha sons and omega daughters. He could have a shallow emotional connection with some beta if he wanted, but he'd not know full physical satisfaction or the completion of a true bond.

Instead he'd given himself over to bringing the Administration down. A fighter through and through, Mac craved direct confrontation. He wanted to see his enemies bleed, but didn't have the muscle to back up his punch. He'd followed Darre, thinking he was that muscle.

If Darre wasn't throwing punches, the other man would have no reason to follow him.

It might be time to get a new secretary.

"I think I'll try Tenbel's drones myself. Have them moved to eleven. Try not to treat them as prisoners, but they'll need a watch."

"Yes, sir."

"We finished?"

Darre wrapped his hand around his treasure's throat, feeling the slender stem move as she swallowed. He handed her food from the tray, watching it pass the sweet bow of her lips and chasing it with a brush of his claws.

He still hadn't clipped his nails. He needed to take care of that before taking her back to the nest.

"I uploaded some numbers on the data pad. Nothing else to report for now."

Darre dragged his eyes away from Naya's mouth and caught his hungry, angry expression before he masked it and tucked it away.

"I didn't plan this," he told the other man, knowing he would understand that he was talking of the mate sitting in his lap. "Wouldn't have planned it. Can't undo it. You know it changes shit, and I can't do a