Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,7

Don’t you know who my father is? This is an insult my family will not ignore. Take me home.”

A small, vicious smile appeared on his lips. “Look who is awake and aware. I think you will need some help with that.”

“Crimes against an omega are punishable by dismemberment and death,” Naya reminded him. Not that he should need that reminder—all citizens knew the 12 Sectors breeder laws. Still debated decades after their making, they were a mandatory school subject.

“You will behave, girl, or You will be the one being punished,” he threatened.

Naya thrust back her shoulders and tried to stand up straight, prepared to let him know his place. But he slapped the side of her head hard enough to send her to the floor, making her ears ring. Hatred poured out of him, the ugly, dangerous scent draining all her bravado.

“Women should be seen not heard.”

Leaving the room, he made a noisy show of locking the door behind him.

Her vision was cloudy. Was it from his blow to her head or something else?

She lay back down. The drone came with more crackers and more water. Any moment now she was sure she’d wake up back in her little nest.

Instead two more of the horrible masked beta freaks came and pulled her from her corner. They laughed at her, mocked her, hated her, and she didn't know why. Where had these enemies come from? This kind of barbarity didn’t exist in Naya's world. No one treated her like this. What could she have done to deserve this?

She wasn't sure how long she had been here. In this dark, dream-like state, it was difficult to tell time. When would the nightmare end? Was there a way for her to stop it? She just wanted to wake up.

Blinking from sleep to wakefulness, she watched as the door opened. She expected the poor, abused drone with more crackers and water, since the last of hers was sloshing uncomfortably in her belly.

But he wasn’t there. Instead masked beta males entered. Shorter than an alpha and slimmer, with fair, sometimes hairless skin, betas were the most common breed group. They were followers, not leaders. Who were these two following?

"A little shine and a little lady's maid makes 'em all sloppy and docile," the stranger on her right said. "Bet we could plug and stuff her now and she wouldn't even scream."

"We'll be the ones screaming if we ruin the priest's gift for the Mad Monster. She smells like dessert, but I'm not gonna get caught dipping,” the man on the left said.

They took her down a hall. Was this her first time out of that cold, concrete box of a room? Naya wanted to make a chronological order of events, but her thoughts kept wobbling back and forth, trying to find a place to land.

She wanted a green dress to match her eyes. It seemed important to tell her mother that. She tried to focus on one of the males dragging her along, to tell him, but the smear of his grin made her ask instead, "Are you going to rape me?"

He didn’t answer.

After they dragged her into a bathing chamber, the betas left her with several female drones. One was old with short-cropped gray hair and a wrinkled face. One was young—still an adolescent—with a shaved head. The other two were in Naya's age range.

They didn't lift their eyes to meet hers and she couldn't muster the wherewithal to ask them what was happening, to cry or inquire about her situation, to do anything but weave unsteadily on her feet while someone screamed distantly in the back of her mind.

Without a word between them, the drones stripped Naya of her familiar night sheath and washed her using cold water and bristle brushes from big metal buckets.

The beta who called himself Tenbel entered the room and pulled up a chair, watching as the drones tended to her. His scrutiny made Naya sick. Other than a doctor, no male had ever seen her naked. He licked thin lips, tracking every one of her movements with his eyes.

When the drones tipped her head back to wash her hair, he pulled his robes up over his hairy legs, exposing the pale, long, and skinny penis dangling there. The filthy scent of his arousal polluted the bathing chamber.

A scrub brush clattered onto the wet, cracked floor. The drones became clumsy in their fear. They couldn't smell him the way Naya could, his musk like raw meat full of sweat