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demanded action, but their allegiance to Monster controlled them.

Alreck seemed the most affected.

Two months ago, Alreck had lost Rachel, the beta he’d claimed, after she’d mortally wounded herself. Alreck had done all he could with the girl, but he had an important position within the tower and had been forced to leave her while working. Though he’d hired drones to help him watch over her, they were no match for her desire to end her life.

From what Nixon's wife explained to Naya, Rachel’s growing feelings for Alreck caused nothing but guilt, adding to her madness instead of healing it. Her family had made the girl sick with their twisted ways.

Phee entered, tracked by Alreck's gaze and then Monster's, though he looked to Naya first. She met his gaze, smiling knowingly. Monster clapped Alreck on the shoulders, claiming his attention with the hard blow.

"I haven't been able to say congratulations. Mother will never forgive me if I don't," Phee said as she paused at Naya's side, pressing the tips of her fingers onto Naya's belly and then pulling her hands away as if burned.

"Good manners are important," Naya agreed. Her parents were more than honored to host them. The day that Constantine Kane and Rhineholth arrived, they’d practically stumbled all over themselves to see to their every need and desire. Once Naya returned to Sector 2, this distinct honor would be something her mother would be sure all her neighbors were made aware of.

"Are you okay?" Phee asked softly, concern in her voice. "He has taken over your life. He won't even let you feed yourself."

"You know that I am."

"Your bond is..." Phee let the words trail off.

Naya nodded. "Amazing. Everything I ever dreamed."

The words made Phee wince.

Naya began to apologize, but Phee held up her hand in a flash of her usual haughtiness. "No."

And then she was gone.

There was some shifting in the alpha's discussion, and Monster came back to her. Phee escaped the room through the exit to the kitchen.

Approaching behind Monster, Constantine Kane gave Naya a bow of greeting. The man was an older, more refined version of his younger brother, magnetic and attractive with fewer scars. He had a habitually distant expression, cold and restrained. With a manner that expressed dislike and distrust of his younger sibling, Naya couldn't like him, even though he was nothing but kind to her.

The conversation between the alphas had been a dance of restrained brutality.

There had been changes in Sector 2. The Administration had lifted the supply embargos, but new merchants had no desire to sell in such an infamous area. The wall and border control had increased on both sides, and travel had become less restricted.

True change would take years. Populated by army deserters, law breakers, and opportunists, most of the alphas in Sector 2 were men of low character—the worst of the worst. Monster had filled his sector with other monsters.

He discussed plans to address the lawlessness of the place. They would reinstate order slowly and systematically, allowing for adjustments as needed.

There were also new laws for the women of the sector. This caused endless trouble. Most of the slumlords, who wanted drone farms and beta concubines, fell under the Mad Monster's claws. He showed them no mercy.

Monster had told his father he would clean up his sector the way he wanted without council or Administration interference. Rhineholth and the King hadn't liked it. They wanted to establish Administration unity, but Monster would not allow it.

Naya had listened to the confrontation and felt his resolve echo through their bond.

Once bitter and furious thoughts had corrupted Monster's thinking in every way. Naya thought back on his life decisions, his reasoning, on how he planned to bring down the Administration—all single-minded and deluded.

Broken by his pain and what he’d seen as the final betrayal of his father and family after a lifetime of smaller offenses, locked in a rut that drove him mad, Monster's mind had worked in convoluted ways. He’d understood brutality and nothing else.

But Naya's blessing had healed him. Healed everything. He discovered new things about himself daily, things about who he was and who he could be. He was more Darre and less monster. The man had come to terms with his past.

But he would also be her ever-hungry and inexplicably sweet Monster, who had taken her in his arms and begged for her bite.

He always did as he thought was best now. He was so sure of himself, confident and determined. He only cared for the opinion of one person, and they spent hours talking sometimes.

Living in this home, the daughter of upper-class breed, Naya had thought her life would consist of learning to make her favorite pastries and tending the home of a scribe who would never amount to much. Instead she had become the advisor to one of the strongest alphas in the 12 Sectors—the Broken Prince, next in line for the position as king.

As if continuing an earlier conversation, Constantine Kane said to Monster, "I know you don't want it."

"Fuck you know anything," Monster answered with a low grunt. In one move he picked Naya up, sat in the chair, and pulled her in his lap.

Kane frowned. "I don't want this any more than you do. But you are a strong alpha. You might be able to take me in a fight, bringing those claws with you into the arena. This makes you Alpha of Alphas on might alone."

Naya felt their bond twist; it was not something he wanted.

"I do what I need to do to fix the sector,” Monster said. “Alpha of Alphas is an Admin thing. Give it to Admin."

Her purr was automatic, as was the lessening of tension in his body.

"It is more, and you know it. It is the role of second. That is you," Kane said.

"Fuck second."

Naya leaned back into Monster's chest and asked, "Would it help root out the rest of the betas who organized as black robes and help find those who still wish to enslave the drones? It isn't an empty title if we do something with it."

"Are you getting in the middle of my shit again, treasure?"

"Perhaps."

He grunted. And smiled.

Naya giggled.

"Fearless fuckin' omega," Monster said.

The king of the 12 Sectors laughed, and Naya felt her giggle grow. She was thankful every day that she'd been kidnapped, shoved in a box, and delivered as a gift for the Mad Monster to devour.

Isoellen

Isoellen is just your average, aging child-care worker who drinks too much coffee. Her first romance story was written in 1977 at 8 years old after seeing the movie Star Wars. She knew even then that a rogue on the wrong side of the law was a better mate than the boy on the hero's journey.

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