Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,79

yet, take their heads for the front door—that'll send a message. Bring the woman and gather our men.

"I want to fuckin' make sure I know who every person in the tower belongs to. Gods, how long do you think Mac was planning this?" he asked, turning his attention to Nixon.

Nixon shook his head. He was as dumbstruck by the betrayal as Darre, it seemed. The man reached behind him for the bound female, dragging her along behind them.

"Get everyone in the common room—every fuckin' person in my household. I want to smell them all, tonight. And I want extra security. Use Alreck's team—men you trust. There are too many alphas in my tower whose names I don't even know..."

He choked on the rest of that thought, of what could have happened tonight because of his carelessness. "Been fuckin' asleep too long,” he muttered.

Nixon's eyes went to the back of Naya's head. Darre was clutching the aroused, still-panting little thing tight. The muscles in her shoulders tightened and the rumble of a growl vibrating up every time she caught sight of the other female.

"And now you are awake," Nixon replied.

"You going to do this with me?"

"Whatever you want, Alpha." Nixon lowered his chin in agreement. "Mad Monster or Broken Prince, you have always been the toughest fucking man I've ever known. I'm staying on your good side." He smirked at Darre, "It's where all the fun shit happens anyway."

"Good answer."

He took Naya to the twelfth floor and straight to the shower. He wished the plumbing was better, wished that he didn't need to use a bucket and could just stand under a sumptuous spray of water with his mate in his arms. She made him want all the easy-living crap the rest of the world enjoyed just so he could share it with her.

Releasing the ties of his kilt, he let it fall to the floor as he kicked off his shoes and pulled Naya into the box. She was still in her clothes, but they were ruined now. Mac, Louis, Berendal, and his champion—their blood all soaked her to the skin. Mud and filth from the tunnel covered her.

He opened the valve and let the water rain down on them. He gathered up a fistful of her curls, pulled her head back, and kissed her hard, drinking in her taste.

Her face was muddy, but the running water washed away the filth and revealed swelling and scuffs.

He couldn't remember the last time someone had risked themselves for him. She had selflessly defended him at the potential cost of her own life.

He'd felt it through their bond. In those moments of danger, nothing had mattered to her but him. Not her own life or the tiny whisper of a child she carried—she'd been consumed by an instinctual need to protect her mate.

He lifted her up, nosing at her adoringly. Blood and violence washed down the drain as he breathed her in.

Sweet, sweet omega. His fingers found her soaked core, pushed deep, and made her howl.

"Step in front of me in the pit?" he seethed against her skin. "What were you thinking?"

"Mine. I was thinking you were mine!”

"And in the tunnel?"

She showed him her dainty little canines, snapping her teeth. "Mine."

"You endangered yourself! Our child!"

His cock replaced his fingers. A hard thrust made sure he sank all the way to the barrier of her cervix. He didn't want to stop. His fingers slipped over her ass, found that second hole, and pressed in.

He needed to remind her who owned her—her life, her body, and her love.

Darre tore the wet dress from her body and finished her hard and fast against the wall of the shower, fucking her raw, punishing her pussy for what she'd done. He made her cry with pleasure and pain, biting at her shoulders until they were bloody, then filling her up with his seed, marking her outside and in.

Afterward he took her back to their room and threw her into the nest. "Naya, that's rule three."

He was still furious and hadn't forgotten the infraction just because he'd come.

"Someone had to shut off that noise. They shot you! Look at you. Do you even know you are still bleeding?"

"You don't interfere in my shit,” he ground out carefully, pronouncing each word as if it were its own sentence.

He could see the bruises forming on her face, her shoulders, and her arms, marks he hadn't put there.

"That wasn't just your business. I'm in this too."

"I need to go. You will stay