Broken Angel: The Complete Collection: A Dark Omegaverse Romance

by Penelope Woods

  The men’s bodies turn to stone. She can feel their heads bobbing against her lips. She imagines seeing the ripples of their cocks throb underneath her skin like large parasites.

  “Don’t knot. We’ll save that for a later date.”

  Rae’s heart sinks to her twisted ankles. She had convinced herself they would breed first and take care of her later. She was special. She’d thought wrong.

  Vash lurches forward, pinching her cheeks. “Precious,” he whispers.

  “Yes?” Rae asks, obedient.

  “Coming…”

  As soon as she can sense the rush of pleasure tremor into his core, he spills forth a stream of seed. She feels the scorching air of sex hit the back of her palette. “Oh, Precious,” he moans. “Oh, it feels… heavenly.”

  Lucas lets out a shrill, boiling cry, and Killian whoops like an ape. They blow pearls of cum into her belly, sliding out like two tentacles, draining the rest onto her face and tongue. None of her tragic body will go untouched in the binding nature of their cum.

  Their knots swell and extract from the skin, but the alphas don’t allow for the bond to fasten. Instead, they pull out and finally let her body go.

  “Please. Knot me,” Rae pleads.

  The men grin and snicker. “Best left for another time,” Vash says.

  The alphas turn on the lights and open the door.

  Their panting, wild-eyed faces stare at her with drained disgust. As she gazes up with tears in her eyes, she swallows more of their filth down, panting.

  When they fill her, they leave her empty.

  “Clean up, Precious. Tomorrow is right around the corner,” Lucas taunts.

  Chapter Seven

  “Precious…”

  Each day, the tireless coaxing of their pleased voices wake her from her madness. Her new captors keep her fed, even if it is from their scraps, and she is even kept well hydrated.

  Somehow, she has kept up hope that she’ll soon see the light of day again. But the days pass with the same brutal treatment as before.

  When they leave her like a goggling, staring puppet, they turn the light on her. Allowing her a plastic mirror, she can face herself, as horrible as her image appears.

  “Precious.”

  “No more,” she begs. The clone crawls on the floor, twisting like a serpent. “I can’t take it. I don’t know who I am anymore.”

  Vash leads the pack with a ruining grin. Seed dribbles off the crown of his head as he teases his power against her walls. Pumping one last time, he drains himself of his contempt.

  Rae shoots her eyes toward the broken entrance between her legs. Is this what an omega is supposed to feel like?

  Yes. At least, that’s what everyone tells her.

  “Up here,” he says. Her eyes rise to meet his. “Now you can see me for who I am.”

  Wretched. Vile. Forgotten.

  Yes, Rae sees him. And when the days no longer feel like time passing, she gazes at all three of them in silent wonder. Now, they are all she has. Similarly, she is their treasure.

  “We must talk about the next step,” Vash says, one night after delivering her food.

  Acting as their silent servant, Rae keeps hushed. Vash eyes her with calm serenity. “Precious, are you tired? Do you want to come lie with us?”

  She nods faster than she thought possible. “Yes. I’m so tired.”

  At first, she takes it for a cruel joke. But when the alpha does not flinch at the recognition of his offer, she holds her breath.

  “Precious, why do you look at me with fear? Do you not trust that I can provide for you?”

  They have broken her. Turned her into a mound of wet clay. They have molded her into an obedient sculpture, and now they are offering her gifts?

  Her heart rushes with endorphins. And then comes the guilt.

  She wants him to know that she think everything through. She has put her life in their hands.

  “I trust you very much, Vash,” she says.

  She’s not sure she believes the words that spill from her mouth.

  “Then we must get you out of these chains. We must shower you and clean the clumps of sprouts from your hair. You have wallowed enough in despair.”

  Her despair. It must have been great to put her there.

  Nodding with emotion, Rae’s relief overcomes her as the cuffs snap open behind her back. Slowly, she brings her arms back to her sides.

  She is free. But for how long?

  “There. Is that better?” he asks.

  Rae nods and swallows. “Yes.” She inhales, nostrils dry and hardened with blood.

  Offering her his hand, Vash lifts her from the floor, but she stumbles against him weakly. “Careful. It takes some getting used to, doesn’t it?”

  Again, she nods. “It does.”

  Vash pauses before issuing a pleased smile. “Come. The other two are waiting for you.”

  “They’re okay with my freedom?” Rae stutters.

  Vash deliberately weaves his fingers around hers. Kissing each knuckle, he moans. “They’ve been worried sick about you.”

  Rae gives her best smile and curls into Vash’s chest, inhaling the scent she has come to know so well.

  Steadily, he leads her through the bright hallway of the house. With every step she takes, Rae feels his gaze on her, patriarchal but seemingly non-corrupt.

  She rounds a corner and arrives face to face with another door. Instantly, Rae becomes overwhelmed with dread.

  “Do not fret, Precious.”

  Rae points. Rooms terrify her. “But…”

  Vash curls his calloused hands around the knob and arches his wrist until it clicks open. Rae startles, but when she sees the alphas naked in bed without their usual looks of punishment, she takes a step forward and bows.

  Her harem.

  “Thank you,” she whispers.

  Was that the right thing to say? Rae drags her canine teeth across the side of her lower lip and clears her throat.

  Killian rolls and grabs a piece of meat from a discarded plate. “Come in. Be with us.”

  “Yes. Sit close, pumpkin,” Lucas says.

  “She needs to be cleaned,” Vash says.

  Lucas rushes to scent her before she bathes. “I can handle the cleansing.”

  “We all will help,” Killian announces.

  Although they are beasts, there is a sense of unwavering fellowship between the devilish alphas. Nearly every role is shared between the males. Not to mention, their nerves seem satisfied after days of dispensing their fluids into her.

  “Precious. Follow us.”

  Vash leads as the other two take her hands, kissing every visible wound. They pet her hair, whispering flowery language. Enjoying her.

  As Vash runs the heated water, she sits against his lap and gives them her trust.

  It is necessary for an alpha to bond. She now knows the genuine nature of their affliction. Without expelling their seed, they will turn to worse acts. It is not their fault.

  It is biology.

  She makes them content. She is their Precious.

  Immersing the tip of his finger in the water, Lucas checks the temperature. “Oh, just right,” he whispers.

  “One more thing,” Killian says.

  Reaching underneath the sink, he pulls out an enormous bag of salt crystals. He opens the sack and rolls the contents into the water.

  “Eases the muscles,” he adds.

  “Now?” Rae asks, timidly dipping her toes into the liquid.

  “She is so sweet,” Lucas cries.

  Vash lowers his lids and nods. “Now is fine, Precious.”

  The water fills her with a misty happiness. She will not remember her past. She does not have a beginning like the alphas do. The beginning that Cassian implanted in her memories was all a lie. But if she follows their rules, she can bask in the small things.

  She lowers her ass into the water and relishes the comfort of the heat. All the alphas’ eyes are on her.

  “I
love it,” she says with joy and happiness.

  Grateful. She feels grateful. It is the first time in a while that she feels anything other than pain.

  Smiling, she flicks her index finger against the rippling liquid. “I really love it.”

  “We made this for you,” Lucas says.

  Killian issues a grunt of support. “We want to prep you.”

  Her joy turns stale. Looking down at her tight belly and small navel, she remembers why she is here. “Oh. The baby.”

  “Precious.”

  Vash and the alphas wet their toes in the tub with her. Their husky figures lower, absorbing her in their grasp. Will they take her again? No, not right now.

  They are being gentle.

  “We won’t talk about kin anymore,” Vash declares to the men. The others agree.

  Tending to her wounds, they kiss and suck, and wash the red marks away with a soapy sponge. The tub is a mess of filth and unknown muck from the pipes, but as they filter in more fresh water, they make her clean.

  Rae doesn’t know how to thank them for this small act of kindness. Though it isn’t much, she can’t begin to count how many hours she has spent thinking about the filth she can’t wipe away.

  Some nights, she would lick the edges of a wound in hopes it would keep an infection away. Eventually, she gave up.

  The throbbing masses of their cocks rise against the water. Without speaking, she lowers her head to lap at the overwrought crowns, dripping with pre-cum. Their sacs, still so swollen with ache, appear ready to drain once more.

  Vash tilts his head back, displaying his teeth. “She is learning.”

  She knows what they require now. Less teeth. More tongue. They prefer to see her gag and spit up her liquids around their veiny shafts.

  Taking in a giant mouthful, she manages to barely squeeze in all three until hot spurts of their cum shoot across the back of her palate and throat.

  Acting pleased, she swallows all they offer.

  This is the first time they’ll enjoyed her efforts in the light’s comfort.

  As the water drains into the rusted pipes, she holds their members and licks the edges until they collapse into their fleshy mounds of foreskin.

  Vash tilts his head back and exhales with pleasure. Shuddering, Rae watches as he steps out of the tub, leaning against the sink in sudden pain.

  “Get her out of here,” he moans.

  Rae lowers her eyelids and searches the draining tub for her wrongdoing. “Have I done something wrong?”

  Both Killian and Lucas grab her arms. Frantic, Rae startles. Vash’s eyes twitch before focusing on her erect nipples. He feels his needs consume him, and the rush of fear makes him go crazy.

  The parasite is killing him still. Slowly. But it won’t be long until he dies.

  He wants time alone with the omega.

  “Wait,” he grunts. “Go make the bed. I will dry her body.”

  The two alphas take away their hands. Their momentary needs met, Killian nods. Yes, they have all been pleased.

  “We are a pack,” Lucas says.

  “I won’t let myself knot her,” Vash says, reading their expressions.

  Lucas nods and leaves the room, but a look of doubt ruins his face.

  For a few moments, Vash takes in the humid air.

  The fucking parasite that his brother Cassian dropped into his eye is working its way into his consciousness. Taking his central nervous system hostage. Because of the slave’s actions, there is no doctor to help him. He can’t let that go.

  Fearing the worst, he wishes his kits hadn’t been destroyed. Vash has sacrificed his life to get the right treatment, and now, all of that was for nothing.

  Rae can see his discomfort by the ripples of stress he carries around his eyes. She can feel the worry like it is her own.

  Sensing his anger toward her, she pounces around his ankles, arms coiling like the roots of a tree. “I’m sorry,” she whines. “I ruined everything. It’ll never happen again.”

  Vash stops himself from lashing out. “Precious. It’s not your fault.”

  “Do you mean that?” she asks.

  Biting the edge of his tongue, he lifts his head. “It’s not your fault those soldiers destroyed the kits, nor is it your fault I’m dying.”

  Vash stands behind his admission, despite how weak it makes him feel. This is a first.

  Strangely, Rae cannot handle what she is hearing. “If you die, what will happen to me?”

  “You won’t be sent back to the facilities. Lucas and Killian will take care of you.”

  A sudden urge to console her turns Vash inward. Lowering himself to her level, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a new leash.

  Rae first reacts poorly, but not because of what is in his hands.

  “You’re not going to die,” Rae says.

  Vash smirks. “What makes you so sure?”

  Rae reaches her fingers to his face and traces the tips over his scars. Vash does not move.

  “We are bonded now,” she says.

  Vash’s grin fades. She is too naïve, but her heart is in the right place. “Bonded? I don’t believe in fate. The universe breeds only chaos.”

  “Yes, but you breed me in defiance of its laws,” she says.

  “Alongside it,” he snarls.

  In some ways, he even looks like him. Cassian. Sure, he’s not as scarred and ugly. But they have similar eyes. Vash knew she’d see the similarities eventually.

  Speaking freely, she asks him the question that teases her mind. “Why does everyone tell me I’m special?”

  “I thought I clarified that you weren’t,” he mutters.

  “I must be if Cassian kept me untainted for so long,” she says.

  For a brief moment, Vash is quiet. Then he breaks his silence. “I’m looking for something,” he says.

  “What?”

  He decides to reveal more. “You’re special to him. And you’ll lead me to my own special thing.”

  Rae swallows and arches her back so her breasts tighten into small, inflated mounds. “I can be special for you.”

  “You need your leash.”

  Obediently, Rae extends her neck. Vash fastens the leash around the brittle stem. When it is locked tight, he coils his wrist with the leather strap and pulls.

  Rae falls to his chest.

  “This is all I need from you,” he hisses.

  “You need me to bear your child. To further your pack’s progress,” she adds.

  Is this another experiment for her? Another wet dream for the alpha lab scientists the alphas had wasted in the dome?

  Vash can’t hide his distaste any longer. “My child is not important,” he warns. “What purpose could he possibly have?”

  Rae closes her mouth and silently obeys.

  Vash collects his thoughts. Tomorrow, he will buy more kits outside of the city, possibly in the barracks. Then, when he has her swabbed again, he will locate a better doctor.

  They will design a cure.

  Without a word, he dries her goose pimples and shivering body. He combs every strand of hair and even cuts her toenails.

  After trimming down her pubic mound, he helps her onto her feet.

  “Precious.” A forced grin. “Let me show you to our room.”

  Chapter Eight

  Cassian stands on the rocky shoreline of Dagon, observing the waste that leaks from the back end of the city into the sands.

  His army of traders sits in large vessels, floating on the choppy waters. Tireless betas surround nearby memorials, lost in obsessive mourning. Don’t they realize what they are doing? Their unremitting cries make him want to kill more of their kind.

  “She is close,” he mutters.

  The stench of her haunt him. Every alley he searches reeks of her blossoming cunt.

  Lowering his nostrils, he inhales the skin of his fingers. “Mm,” he moans.

  Another army almost found his soldiers. He knew his brother would be dumb enough to
visit the old safe house Dagon City, but Cassian did not expect to be greeted by another militia.

  A militia he has never seen before.

  His intelligence team let him down, steering them into a suicide mission. Naturally, they will be put to death.

  The team retrieved Vash’s charcoaled kits, the DNA swabs ruined by the swift demolition. But it does not matter. They escaped him.

  Another soldier stands before Cassian, displaying the picture of an unknown beta. “Caught one squawking in the barracks. He betrayed you, sir.”

  Cassian doesn’t move. “Kill him.”

  This planet was winnable until Vash stepped in and ruined everything. This was supposed to be the time when his empire manifested from underneath his calloused feet. It had to start with the omega.

  Without her, he can’t achieve greatness.

  He can hear his mother’s heartless breathing blend with the radio signals in his earpiece. Adjusting the silicon knob, he bites down and prepared for the abrupt change in frequency.

  “I didn’t want to leave our quarters,” he says. “I can’t lose you next, Mother.”

  “It was for your own good. You’re getting closer,” she says. “Rae is not everything. We have bigger plans. Do not forget.”

  He’d rather be back with the copies. Even if they are too dumb to understand their situation, it gives him more comfort to be around his creations than mix with the brutes on the outside.

  “What if they have already knotted her? You have carefully avoided this question.”

  “You mustn’t manifest those images,” his mother says, voice crawling into his cerebral cortex.

  Cassian’s eyes search for someone else to blame other than himself. Noticing an officer of the high command walking from a set of tall pillars of cracking rock, he locks eyes with the man. “You’re right, Mother. I must remain optimistic.”

  He imagines her pleased face, wrinkles caressing into a noble smile. “Good boy.”

  Another thuggish creature stops near Cassian, tossing his blade into the sand. Kneeling with grace, the brute bows his head. “Sir. We’ve found a lead.”