Broken Angel: The Complete Collection: A Dark Omegaverse Romance

by Penelope Woods

  He refuses to look at her, though he would never question her right to intervene. He can feel the chemicals running through his cock, straining the shaft outward.

  “I can feel it now,” he moans.

  The entire act is embarrassing. Sterility has always been his enemy.

  Mother smiles. She will taunt him, knowing his anger causes him to spill more precious seed. “Your empire’s growth is impressive. Soon, no one will be able to challenge you,” she whispers.

  Yes, he took down the Republic. But what will happen when other armies counter his dominance?

  And then there’s the thought of Rae, stolen from him. He can’t take it any longer. He needs to win this fight.

  Cassian shudders and shoots an angry glance at the endless rows of silent clones. “Are you trying to enrage me? Rae is gone,” he says. “I listened to your guidance, and they stole her from me.”

  She turns his body to face a sleeping clone. A black crown hangs around his skull.

  “Don’t worry about Vash’s wrongdoings. You gave him a parasite. He will be dead soon.” Her voice wavers with age. “Open the copy up, instead. You haven’t tried her yet. She looks absolutely scrumptious.”

  “Vash.” Cassian gags upon saying his brother’s name. “If he gets his hands on a cure, he will become too powerful.”

  Her tone is poised to excite him. “I told you he would turn on you,” she says, sighing. “Don’t allow your weakness to show. He will use it to leverage control.”

  His mother’s frail hands type in the code on the cryo unit. With a hollow cry, the pod opens, clean and circling with vapor.

  Cassian hates opening the freezers. It disturbs the process and drains the hogs’ overall life expectancy. Worst of all, the pods remind him of his own mortality, and what he has already begun to lose.

  Cassian winces and jerks his hand around his dripping shaft. Raking his fingers into the meaty flesh, he groans in sexual agony. “He took her. My own brother. I should have known he would betray me.”

  Leaning over the botched clone of Rae, he forces her awake with a few quick blows to the cheek. As her eyes expand in horror, she starts to scream. Holding her bruised face, he roars beside her like a twisted, cackling beast.

  Pinching his fingers around her shoulders, he throws her out of the pod. She slides across the hard ground.

  He doesn’t always entertain the urge to kill the clones, but today feels special.

  They will all have to die.

  “Guide me, Mother.”

  He tilts his neck forward with inhuman delight as he inserts his weighty tusk inside the whore’s dilated hole. He hammers a fist against her nose until she lets out a whimper that satisfies his ears.

  The clones are all brain-dead. Their existence holds no glory. Their broken coding only magnifies his failure.

  His mother giggles and takes a huff of oxygen from her tank. “Take your power back.”

  He feels strength swell within his core. A short rush of anger forces his palm around the clone’s air pipe. Listening to her choked gasps, he feels his aching cock bob against her parted, icy lips.

  He thrusts. He takes. He consumes.

  Cassian paints the walls of her cavernous womb with his off-color seed. The alpha’s musk floods the room, stench thick and permeating.

  Jaw open, he swings his body forward, vibrating with painful orgasm. His vision turns hazy, knot expanding his spilling cock.

  The polished shaft vibrates, and he prepares to knot the omega with confidence. But before he can drive into her frozen uterus, stiffness sets in his muscles like a dull pebble between his legs.

  He collapses onto the floor, choking on air.

  He is losing his ability again. Unable to knot, he can never have her. Not really.

  Because of time’s cruel fate, he will have to destroy them all. He will kill every last omega, except Rae. He will use her to produce a perfect set of copies.

  Their wombs will support life. He won’t fuck up this time.

  Rae is the answer to everything, and Vash is the one thing in the way.

  Sweat drips from his forehead. “I will cut my brother’s throat,” he declares.

  Chapter Three

  “Set her down and leave the room. I want my time with the dog,” Vash barks.

  He glances at the door of the facility and swallows. He can hear the light whimpers of the women in the other rooms, forcing him to briefly sniff the air before continuing onward.

  The maddening smells of flesh and mouthwatering spoils are everywhere, but they came for one omega.

  Rae.

  Thank fuck I found her.

  The alpha’s face distorts. “I can taste her already. The abhorrent stench is akin to aged wine. I can only imagine the mess I will make of her womb,” he mutters.

  The omega Vash has stolen will fit the others’ needs, but it is his divine right to have the first fuck to send her screaming in the throes of paralyzing pain. After all, he’s the one who’d paid off the guards, and torn apart most of the men.

  He did the dirty work to get them here.

  Gripping a small, metal box, Vash looks away from the gaping wound on his abdomen and guides a sturdy copper straw out from what is known as a scent kit.

  Wincing, he coughs, spraying minor specks of blood.

  He never should have left the slaver barracks. As horrible as that hell-hole was, the outside is worse. Weak with parasitic illness, Vash gazes at his prize, understanding now how difficult this trip might turn out.

  Still, a thought piques his interest.

  Killian lugs the omega into the back corner of the room. His strong, husky body covers her like a monster. Kissing her thighs with his thick lips, he growls. Vash can only imagine how sweet she tastes.

  Rae closes her eyes.

  “Up on your feet,” he says, securing the necessary table space to get the injection and genetic sample kits ready.

  Rae scoots back, palms against the wall. When Vash realizes her adrenaline is peaking, he sighs. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to die anyway,” he mutters.

  Feeling the clawing heaviness of his stored-up seed, Vash shifts and takes a seething breath. She is wasting his precious time.

  After he ruins the whore, he will collect a sample for his sensory kit. That way, if she escapes, he’ll still have a piece of her.

  Knowing he’ll be able to keep her scent fills him with lasting pleasure.

  She stutters. “How did you get in the facility? Alphas aren’t supposed to—”

  Vash reaches into his jacket, observing with delight as she winces. Thick coins of gold fall from his palm onto the floor below him. “Chips,” he says. “People will do anything for them.”

  “Chips?”

  This ripe cunt comes with more problems than she’s worth.

  In the barren fields outside the city, nothing is sacred. His brother’s men keep her like a dog, feed her chemicals to keep her dumb, and they make sure she clings to her nightmares at night.

  “Oh, that’s right. They don’t teach you anything here, do they?” Vash thinks aloud.

  Vash’s second in the pack stands next to him. His name is Lucas, a tall and built alpha with an expertise in bomb-making.

  The alpha extends his palm around Rae’s small chin. His fingers are tough, and tattoos of holy verses trail down his protruding forearms. “The war is almost over, honey.”

  Vash shields his eyes from the omega, wheezing as he attempts to inhale. “They’ll make the drop on Dagon any day now.”

  Lucas winks. “The last stand.”

  Vash jerks his head forward and painfully swallows. His mouth is dryer than usual, and no source of water can quench his thirst.

  He’s running out of time. “This is funny to you?” he asks with disdain.

  He circles the men before pounding his bare knuckles against the concrete wall. “Do you remember the invasion of Varikar? The carnage we brought… It was an unprecedented level of depravity
. We killed for the sake of killing.”

  Rae interjects. “Is that what ruined your face?”

  “No one is talking to you,” Killian says.

  Somehow, Vash finds the strength to ignore her. If his faculties were not under such considerable duress, he would have laid her out flat.

  He understands how he looks: Weak, like an alpha with nothing left to lose. His brother made sure to ruin him.

  Vash holds onto one hope. There’s a serum. If he can find it, he can get rid of his sickness.

  “I remember the invasion and what we did,” Lucas says, solemnly. “But that’s just how war is. The world wasn’t designed for peace.”

  “Yes,” Vash says, thoughts racing in his head.

  The rounded edges of the slave girl’s hips send Vash into a dizzying frenzy. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe she’s worth more money than the guards requested. There’s a reason Cassian hides her.

  An omega like her could sustain ten men.

  Killian leans against the wall and stares at her in the same gawking fashion. He’s shorter than the other two but entirely capable of enacting submission.

  The trio looms over her exposed body.

  “Take her,” Killian says. “When you do, I’ll lick her clean, and then we can rid ourselves of our desire.”

  Her whimper carries with the wind, low and devoid of anything Vash gives a fuck about.

  Angry, Vash turns, hand raised. “Not yet. She’s as fresh as a blooming flower.”

  “A virgin?” Lucas asks, swiveling his gold rings around his fingers.

  “Is she fertile?” Killian asks.

  “Smell for yourself,” Vash says.

  He’s surprised they haven’t. He can’t get his mind off of how disgustingly appetizing she is.

  Vash glances at his prize. “I knew I’d find you,” he says.

  Rae coughs. “Who are you beasts?” she asks.

  Vash feels his hard package rise. “Slippery taste,” he reflects.

  “She’s not yours,” Killian says. “She is ours.”

  Clenching his jaw, Vash drives his hands forward. “It was my chips that got us in here. I saved her life.”

  Both Killian and Lucas pounce forward, unsheathing their large, meaty cocks into their hands. Though they have a right to her as a bonded pack, Vash is in charge of this operation.

  He gets first dibs.

  But Vash is dying. Both Killian and Lucas remarked on his complexion before they entered the gates of the dome. They made a silent agreement with a look and a handshake. If Vash is too weak to continue, they will take her from him.

  “It’s not that I don’t want you to have her,” Killian says. “It’s just…”

  “He wants to know the rules of the taking,” Lucas adds.

  Vash bites down, flinching once the rich iron taste floods his mouth. “We have to be careful. They’ll be scanning areas for movement,” Vash says. “I need you to stand guard outside the facility while I finish my kit.”

  Killian runs his weathered palm over his shaved head. He sighs. “Promise me you won’t take her,” he demands.

  “Who are you kidding? Of course, he will,” Lucas says.

  Vash shakes his head and bows. “No. Our fluids must mix for this to work. Our knots must connect inside her,” he says. “The slut is for all of us. I will stick by our plan.”

  “Well, there you have it,” Lucas booms with satisfaction, bending to curl his fingers around Rae’s chin. He presses until his fingers leave thin indents.

  A horrid cry escapes her raspberry lips. When he lets go, she crumples to the floor like a withered butterfly.

  “An actress,” Lucas remarks.

  Vash lowers his voice. “All dogs take some training.”

  The knowledge he has gathered is far superior to theirs. Months of gathering evidence has led him here, and finally, he has reached his brother’s great secret.

  “We will knot her together,” he hisses. “I won’t forget what I promised you both. Now, leave me with the door closed. I need to inspect her.”

  Vash waits as the alphas step around him. Pausing before he exits, Killian clasps his hand against his shoulder blade, twisting. “We made a deal.”

  Vash nods. “Yes, we did.”

  As the door shuts, he gingerly steps over the drooling wench, heel landing against a cracked picture frame. He sniffs the air, mouth open, dripping thick globs of saliva onto her exposed tits.

  “You,” Vash mutters. “Fucking whore, omega. I paid good money for you. Now, say something. Look at me.”

  The omega opens her eyes.

  “Filthy animal,” he whispers.

  After she makes no movement, Vash huffs and shudders back.

  Is she fucking brain dead? Vash expects a reaction, but when he receives none, the sting of embarrassment enrages him.

  Slowly rising to her feet, the omega’s eyes search for an escape. Vash digs his hand into the roots of her hair, tweaking it into a twisted knot. He lowers her to the floor, examining her ass with violent glee.

  “Mmhm,” Vash grunts, nostrils flaring.

  Vash seizes on the sight of her pouty lips, now defined by the shadows of the room. The flowing curtains of her youth aren’t one bit subtle. The soaking layers of flesh spread open for him. He can smell the urine that leaves a trail of wetness down her thighs.

  “You’re scared?” he asks. “No, no. Sweet piggy-poo. You’ll enjoy this.”

  Before she can scurry away, he corners her. His primal senses kick into overdrive.

  The carriers of death and disease must be put to rest.

  In a moment of weakness, Vash briefly lets go of her wad of greasy hair. As soon as he finds his bearings, he takes the trembling omega into his arms. Calmly, he strokes her hair, lowering his eyelids to hide the dryness of his own eyes.

  He never cries. None of the alphas cry.

  Vash observes the tightness of her lips, the fragile pussy that was created to be filled. “I can’t be gentle this time,” he says.

  He wants to break her. He also wants to keep her safe.

  His fingers drape around her arm. Shaking, Vash turns perverse, and disdain quickly overcomes him.

  Dropping to the floor, Vash presses his chin against the crook of her neck. Violently inhaling her scent, he jerks his hands against the front of his wear, hurriedly trying to thread the buttons that house his throbbing cock.

  He needs to take her before the spell of her scent wears off. “You don’t want to talk? Fine,” he says.

  The taste of iron hangs in his mouth. Every bit of him aches with disheartening rage. He doesn’t want the girl, but he needs her. Without her, there is no future for him.

  No kin. No power.

  She’s his only hope.

  “You’re dying,” she says.

  Sweat pours down his face. He’s going to find a doctor in the city. Everything will be fine.

  Don’t listen to her.

  Underneath Dagon City is a network of sewage pipes leading to a world of filth and misery. It’s a breeding ground for dejected alphas and betas, a place where others go to die.

  The city is under heavy surveillance, but the underground is a no-go zone for officials. That’s where he’ll find his doctor. Then he’ll deal with her whining.

  Vash retches. He can feel the light tickle of something foreign and feathery fasten inside his esophagus. A thick membrane of ocular discharge drapes over his eyes.

  It’s already starting to happen. Death. The parasite Cassian made him consume is binding itself to his nervous system.

  Vash is a monster.

  Hunching her neck forward, Rae wipes the dirt away from her auburn strands of hair that trickle over her cheekbones. Vash pushes her ass high into the air, taunting himself with her sex.

  “Do you want to take me now?” she asks.

  Lucas stares through the window, grinning. This would be the worst time to fuck, but it doesn’t mean he’s not considering it.

  Slowly, Rae
traces her fingers around her thigh. “Tell me,” she whispers. “What am I worth?”

  She’s using her sex to own him. To find a way to escape.

  Vash lowers her back down. “No,” he sneers. “I won’t take you like this.”

  Lucas lets out a cry of pleasure, so loud it causes Rae to dart back an inch. “I told you she wouldn’t take to you. You’re an ogre,” he cries.

  Vash lunges. “We do it my way. Sit the fuck down,” he says. “Rae, close your eyes.”

  Rae does not close her eyes. She forcefully keeps them open, even as she witnesses the alpha jerk his hand over his cock. He’s much harder than he expected, and it doesn’t take long before his orgasm overtakes him.

  She shuts her lips and twists her jaw with annoyance as he drains his seed on her face.

  Vash grunts and catches his breath. “What? Not your idea of a first date?”

  “If you need to unwind,” she says, wiping a gelatinous glob off her cheekbone, “you don’t need to go to such impressive lengths.”

  “Is that an invitation, baby-doll?” Vash asks.

  Swinging open the front door, Killian stands, rifle straddling his chest. “That was fast. Liar.”

  Vash pants. “Don’t fuck with me.”

  Killian walks toward Rae and offers his hand. At first, she seems to take it for a ploy, but when he kneels and removes a strand of sticky hair from her eyes, she allows her trust to come forward.

  He lifts her into his arms.

  Vash can’t bear to see this act of kindness. She is a slave girl, the muck of the omega race. She exists for one purpose, her sex.

  “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Vash asks.

  Rae places her cheek against Killian’s shoulder. He hoists her ass onto his palms and starts for the door. “My maps register a pack of bounty hunters four miles south. We need to leave.”

  “We’re in a dome. You won’t get an accurate reading. We wait until night,” Vash says.

  The dome is a black site facility with some of the best defense fortifications on the planet. Meaning, if anyone is trailing them, they won’t dare to enter.

  Lucas pounds the glass window. “Vash!”

  Vash bundles his kits in a hurry and collects the girl’s dress for her to wear.