“We have given you more free rein than any other alpha would in the sector. Clearly, there is more to you,” Lucas said.
She looked down at her tight belly. Placing her palms flat against the skin, she took a deep breath and felt it expand. “What if I can’t bear your children? What if I’m just like them?”
“The data suggests that you aren’t,” Vash said. “I made sure to read each document before trying to find you.”
Wren still had so many questions, but her mind felt worn down. “You are his brother. That means you are of his blood, too. We are the same,” she whispered.
“We were all found one way o
r another. Vash is an illegitimant child. You are not related by blood,” Killian said.
“Is this true?” she asked Vash.
He nodded with contempt. “As Cassian and I watched our father’s last flames burn out, my mind became fixed on how he found me. I was taken as a child, during the first village occupations. My town was ravaged. Women were raped and killed in front of my very eyes. My own mother… well…”
Vash grew up knowing he was different. Cassian was a better fighter, killer, and lacked foresight. Still, his father had trained him the same and expected them to rule together. Truth be told, he had been preparing for these days his entire life. All of the men had. Unfortunately, for Wren, she didn’t get the same privilege.
“After my father died, everything changed. Cassian became hungry for revenge. Casting wars on all neighboring cities, he harvested the omegas. I believe he wants to be God.”
“You alphas underestimate the power of omega women,” Wren said with confidence.
“Tell me. What would you do in our situation? We have been cast out of the toughest slave trade unions in the continent,” Killian said.
It was obvious that they were great warriors, but the terms of their cruel game had changed. They needed the omegas, whether they wanted to or not. Wren would show them the way.
“I know how to aim,” she said. “I proved that in the barracks. Cassian is a part of me only.”
“That doesn’t tell us how you’ll take on his might,” Lucas said.
“His cock will lead me right to him,” she said.
The alphas stared at her in silent wonder. She held the ability to bear more life than anyone on the planet. Bowing their heads in unusual respect, they waited for her next move.
“Now.” She traced her fingers around the hem of her dress. “You may knot me. You will conquer me again and again. But above all else, you will serve to please me and vow yourselves to me forever.”
Vash choked and stuttered. “W-What?”
“You’re fucking joking,” Killian stammered.
“When I’m left panting on the floor, I want to close my eyes knowing you love me,” she whispered.
Wren spread her legs, the warm slick collecting against her dewy walls. “You may begin.”
Chapter Thirteen
You may call me your queen.
Her warm slick coated the back of their throats and lapping tongues. Holding her ankles close to her chest, Wren calmly forced her legs into a compact diamond.
Like carnivorous beasts, the alphas lapped up her slop. Gentle beads of silver and gold rolled from her lips, spreading throughout the curtained skin. Every delicate fold shone with intricate beauty. Once an unfamiliar and deeply mysterious mechanism, she now knew what buttons to make the alphas smash to make her toes curl.
She found the clitoris to be a pure and entirely separate entity. It was a shrouded mystery, waiting to be discovered underneath its loaded cloak. It was just like the sleek trigger of a loaded weapon. Once someone handled it properly, it couldn’t be told no.
It was just like her.
It was the only spot on her body designed for pleasure. That was its only function. Basic. Necessary to draw in enough semen. And somehow, the alphas thought they had it better.
She looked down at their tired, bloodshot eyes. Despite their exhaustion, she forced them nonetheless. Finally, they worshipped the one thing they could never become: omega.