Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,8
and greed. But they were women, affected by breed males whether they wanted to be or not. The threat of an aroused man, a man they feared, added another level of tension to the air.
She closed her eyes tight. Move. Scream. Cry, she urged herself. But nothing happened. While things were less cloudy than before, she was still a prisoner behind her own eyes.
The poor drones washed her, slathered her with creams meant to remove unwanted hair, scraped her with the wooden scraping strigil, creamed her again, and then washed her once more to remove any lingering artificial scents.
Halfway through the process, a drone forced Naya's legs wide, and the old woman kneeled in front of them with a cream that Naya knew would remove all her pubic hair.
Tenbel leapt from his chair.
Fisting the drone girl's ponytail, he dragged her away and pushed her face-down into his seat, bending her so that he could flip up her dress and shove his hardening member into her stiff body.
Small muffled noises escaped her as her face flushed, her mouth open in an “O” of pain and disgust.
The beta used her. Working himself to a frenzy, his hips jerked, his expression ugly and determined while he raped the poor girl. Grunts and snorts preceded some sharp pumping of his hips. Then he was throwing the girl away from him, ordering her back to work as if she’d offended him.
Naya smelled blood. Fear and humiliation were a sour taste on her tongue. Her stomach rolled with bitter, helpless heat. She had done nothing to help. She hadn’t said a word. Her fingers twitched, but she couldn’t lift them from her sides.
She wondered why she wasn't screaming, clawing, and fighting. The horror of it floated around her, misty and untouchable.
She would not live like this—could not live like these drones. She wondered if she grabbed the strigil, would its blunt edge be enough to pierce her throat? Did she have it in her to do that to herself?
The drones patted her down with cloths and put a clean dress on her while Tenbel watched from the corner. It was a gaudy red and purple affair made for a beta woman with a bodice far too small. The fabric was abrasive against her newly scraped, sensitive skin.
She was without undergarments and still damp when the drones slipped a pair of heels on her feet. Tipping to the side when they accidently upset her precarious balance, Naya scooped up the discarded scraper from the wet floor. No one noticed.
The black-robed freaks took up her care again, leading her outside. When they threw her to into a waiting cart, the tool clattered from her weak fingers. Handled like a sack of vegetables and propped up in a seat, she glared at her only weapon on the floor.
One of them, who might have been handsome in the way some young beta males were if his face hadn't been half-covered and his mouth twisted in a sneer, poked at her breasts with it, scraping the edge across her nipple. Even through the fabric of the dress, she felt it. She arched away with a cry, drawing Tenbel's attention.
He smacked the beta hard on the side of his head. "She's not for the likes of you, fool, and if you get your scent on her, he will know. Do you really want to draw his attention?"
Watching, Naya saw the male shrink in fear. What he? Who was this frightening man they spoke of?
The cart jerked into motion, traveling down a street Naya didn't recognize. Tall, dark, and crooked shapes lined the road. She had trouble making them out. Buildings?
An unusually warm sun shone down on her head, drying her loose black waves into a snarled mane of curls. Grateful, she hid behind the familiar curtain.
She peeked through the strands, but recognized only vague shapes and colors. She couldn't focus. The moving cart made her dizzy, her vision blurring once again.
Decay hung in the air, surrounding collections of indistinct figures. She picked out the raw, earthy scent of unwashed alpha, a reminder of her younger brothers. There was shouting, curses. Some of those foul-smelling alphas had caught her scent—something Tenbel had been so keen to preserve and hadn't bothered to disguise in the open cart.
Tenbel, she learned, wasn't a total idiot.
From the head of the open cart, he pressed the button on a mechanical device in his lap. Noise shrieked from the thing. The lust-driven males all fell to their knees, the