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sounded horrific. If she hadn't been given to Monster, she would’ve shared the same fate, sucked up by Sector 2, raped and enslaved. Since she had come from her own home, her own bed, had she been sold? Had someone in her home owed a debt to Tenbel?

Naya was looking at Sara, thinking of what she would say next, when Tee and the other two girls returned with food and a basket full of items Naya had requested. She let the conversation go to lighter things.

There was much to discuss with her Monster. Hopefully, when he returned, he would be in a frame of mind for conversation.

Chapter Fifteen

Darre

The Hole was on the lowest floor of Darre's tower. Being an Administration building, there were actual unpleasant holding cells down there with metal doors made to withstand feral breed rages. Made worse by the seasonal floods and sewage issues, it was not a pleasant place.

There weren't enough individual cells, so the crow boys had all been placed in a common area. It wasn't very large, however. There was room to stand, though there were benches lining the walls that were barely wide enough to sit on, and a half of a foot of wet filth every square foot of the small space.

There was also a mesh and metal balcony platform above where a guard could stand watch. Since there was no electricity in Sector 2, there was no light in the Hole. His own people used head lamps to see, or torches and battery-powered flashlights.

Without aid, Darre would only be able to get a general sense of the space. It was a good place to send his enemies to ripen.

Tenbel's betas smelled very ripe.

He was surprised, though, that less than twenty-four hours after their arrival, three of them were already dead. They were betas, not weak-ass, breakable drones. The filth in the water would kill a drone, but breed had a higher tolerance for that sort of thing. Even standing in it for a week with an open cut shouldn't have caused more than a mild reaction.

Messing with betas was fun, but Darre remembered having ordered the men not to kill any of them until he'd had a chance to chat with them. Unless there was infighting, no one should have died.

Darre picked a clean room, found a chair for himself, turned on the lamps, and had one of his men bring him a crow to talk to.

One by one, stinking of defeat, they entered the room. They knew his capabilities. Lies were useless. Silence was impossible. He compelled their answers, asking the same sets of questions each time.

He got religious drivel back as a response at first, making him impatient. He had to show every single one of them what kind of man he was. Darre hadn't come in wanting to draw blood, but breed responded best to a show of superior force.

The screams from the first interviews helped to loosen the tongues of those who came later, making the process go much faster.

At one point, his claw hooked in the throat of a prisoner he had on his knees, Darre felt a strange ache in his chest, weird and uncomfortable.

Naya.

Darre almost ran out of the hole like a madman to get to her before realizing she was just worried about something. Yet her discomfort bothered him and called forth his purr.

His captive's eyes were bulging, his face red, mouth gaping, a deadly black claw hooked in the top of his throat as he gazed at Darre standing over him, full of menace—and then suddenly he was purring.

Fuckin' hilarious. At least to him.

He couldn't help it, and he didn't stop it. He purred until he felt the discomfort through the bond ease. Then he demanded a drone go to check on her.

The beta prisoner ended up dead, but Darre still wasn't getting the answers he needed. Louis had been with them at their parish. They thought he had been rounded up. They didn’t see him leave.

No, they knew nothing about the women. They’d come in crates. They’d assumed followers of the First Alpha had sent them.

Yes, Louis was the man to ask. Louis knew everything. Louis had connections outside Sector 2.

No, they didn't know who he was before Sector 2. They’d become followers of the First Alpha because of the promise of women. What hope was there in this life without the comfort of pussy?

Darre had asked about the three men who died. No one knew how it happened, but coincidently,