Branded Captive (Wren's Song 1) - Page 15

Because something about having that Omega exposed to any of this felt extremely wrong.

Toby looked at the screen where a curled up mouse slept in the corner. “A lot of pride for one little girl. She hasn’t even tried to fix that sorry excuse for a nest.”

The rejection stung, and Caspian was growing livid. She should have been lying in his scent, crawling to his door, begging him for scraps!

He was going to go over there and fuck her until she knew who owned her. Until every inch of her skin was marked with his cum and bleeding from bites.

No… not bites. Powerful Alphas never claimed a single Omega. That was for the weak. Men like him bred them all, fucked who they would.

Omegas were only a commodity to be traded and shared.

Toby mocked in a whisper as he walked past, “Take her something pretty. Maybe she’ll forgive you for ruining her favorite dress.”

Chapter 8

It was so quiet without the boys running in and out. Alec wasn’t coming back anytime soon; not until his temper was spent. Wren had come to terms with that, but she hated having ten-year-old Mikael gone.

She hated that not one knock had come to her door. No one wanted her wares now that the rumor must have spread that Caspian had come to call.

How was she to salvage this?

A person couldn’t exactly start over in the Warrens. This was it, there was nowhere to go. And she couldn’t afford passage to a higher neighborhood, not for all the kids and herself. And even if she could, there would be little honest work for a woman marked Defective.

How would she feed them?

All valuable salvage was hidden under the sinking, mud-spattered Warrens.

Pointing her toes, flexing them, and pointing them again, Wren counted the cracks in the wall.

This home wouldn’t last much longer. It would sink in a year, two tops. Already it was dangerously close to the waterline. A single tremor and she’d be drowned.

The boys deserved better.

In order to provide it, Wren had to get off the floor.

But everything ached; her mouth was cotton, and her eyes could not be trusted. She kept seeing men in her room. First the shaved head invader who’d given her back the dress tucking a scratchy blanket around her. Then the shaggy haired gunman pressing water to her lips.

And now… now it almost looked as if Caspian stood in her door.

“You haven’t eaten in three days.”

A slow blink and Wren closed her eyes.

“You have not repaired your nest.”

That thing was no longer a nest. It was a cesspool where she’d been used and abandoned. Not fit for rats… or even a mouse.

“Don’t you want to know how Mikael is doing?”

This dream was cruel, cruel enough to trick her into opening her eyes again.

The phantom Alpha had come even closer. “I have brought you food.”

She wasn’t hungry.

“And clean water.”

The water she provided was fine.

The ground grew lumpy as if the foundations were already bursting apart. Soon the mud would rush in and she’d be buried like the kids outside.

Except she didn’t sink down, she rose up.

Thumping against warmth, the frost infecting her limbs began to sting.

“You shouldn’t have left me alone,” her eyes said when they met muted brown. “You wrecked everything I built.”

A warm cheek in need of a shave scrubbed hers. “Even when I’m angry with you, I can’t help but think that you’re a sweet little mouse.”

Her nostrils filled with a spice that perked up her lungs and set her stomach twisting.

Gruff, warm and male, the voice at her ear promised, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t feed you first…”

The idea of food sounded lovely. Minced mushrooms on sour bread. Maybe a juicy hunk of opossum.

That was not what a fat finger poking between her lips set upon her tongue once he’d sat.

It was something familiar and heady, seasoned with salt and some kind of herb. Meat that squished without bone fragments or gristle when chewed.

Heavenly.

So damn good that, in her haze, she latched onto the finger that offered savory reward and sucked every last drop of juice away. When the flavor went from meat to man, she spit out the digit and launched her own attack on the carcass nestled in a plastic sack on her coffee table.

Chicken.

God, she had forgotten what it tasted like, gobbling down this impossible dream without thought for manners or consideration for the purring beast who braced her on his lap. Finger in her mouth, licking the juice from her palms, Wren hardly drew breath between swallows—only pausing long enough to wrap her greasy hands around the glass of clear water set nearby.

She ate until it hurt, and then she ate some more.

She gorged until she realized this wasn’t a dream, and lacked the will to care that an awful man would mock her for this later.

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