by Addison Cain
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CORRUPTED
Alpha’s Claim, Book Five
“Prepare to fall in love with the villain. To obsess over every interaction, and to read the book from cover to cover, over and over again!” –NYT bestselling author, Anna Zaires
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“A twisted and tantalizingly sensual treat that I devoured in one day!” –USA TODAY bestselling author, Zoe Blake
Corrupted
Alpha’s Claim, Book Five
Addison Cain
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For my darling husband. I appreciate everything you do.
And for Sharlene, who is a saint for putting up with my sometimes wild schedule.
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
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“Twisted and perversely hot!”
- NYT Bestselling author Anna Zaires
1
Bernard Dome
Awakening to the most glorious feelings of delight, Brenya smiled, nestling closer to what made the world perfect and new. Warm and protected, surrounded in scent, everything was lovely .
Fingers tripped down her spine, a satiny purr moving through her.
Fulfillment, conquest. Triumphant emotions stronger than any she’d ever known brought a satisfied flush to her cheeks and made her hum.
Until she realized they weren’t hers.
Sucking in air as if suddenly drowning, finding her body was not floating but actually in a great deal of discomfort, Brenya mentally flailed in the river of another person’s emotions.
“Shhhhhh.”
It hit her stronger, the alien sentiment. It swept her panic aside as if her own much weaker feelings were meaningless.
“Don’t fight it.”
A forceful psyche prevailed.
Jacques.
Finding herself back in his rooms, in his bed, naked, was shock enough to stop the heart. Realizing none of those wonderful feelings had been real, broke it.
This was not right. She was supposed to be free. She’d gotten out, flown a craft. Why was she not in Thólos repairing their Dome?
Someone was inside her skin, and though she held her fingers up before her face and found she could control them, the invasion was there all the same.
“Take a deep breath.” Jacques’ hand came to her chest. When she obeyed, he added, “Good, now take another.”
Calm—he was inundating her body with manipulative calm.
Brenya’s next blink led to warm drips marking her temples. Staring up in horror, she whispered, “What have you done to me?”
Leaning over, his golden hair loose and spilling around her face, Jacques smiled. Brushing his lips over her eyes, he kissed away her tears. “Made you mine, Brenya. You’re mine completely now. My pair-bonded mate.”
Estrous, the ship, bottles of water rolling over the floor… the Beta warning her not to open the door.
Hours of unbearable pain…
The memories were foggy with only flashes she might piece together, but a thrusting body had been on top of her. Someone had saved her from the pit of hell. Or had they dragged her to it? “It was you….”
“I was only a few hours behind you.” Some of the Alpha’s triumph was replaced with dangerous resentment. “You would have never made it, you know. That vessel was no match for the speed of my ship. I have an army of Alphas conditioned to throw themselves to their deaths on my order. Not a single one even questioned a mission that drew them from the safety of the Dome. I would have invaded Thólos myself if I’d had to.”
And some of those Alphas had watched what she was beginning to remember. Shame formed in the pit of her stomach at the flashes of soldiers clad in bio-suits guarding the cockpit door.
Another with unnaturally vibrant blue eyes licking his lips as she moaned her release.
Cold, Brenya tried to turn to her side to shiver against the mattress. Jacques allowed it, settling against her back to toy with her hair and continue his internal gloating.
“I sense your dissatisfaction.” Amazed, he scoffed at the back of her head. “You mistakenly believe that I will hurt you. I can practically read your thoughts, naughty girl.”
This was a nightmare beyond comprehension, Brenya whispering, “Don’t.”
“And now you’re scared, worried, lost—internally reaching out for your mate to comfort your fears. As you should.” He rewarded her by forgetting his anger and filling her with his joy. “I never want you to feel afraid of me.”
His manipulation was so outright, she could hardly resist.
“You don’t believe me,” he spoke what he sensed, even daring to sound surprised.
How could she? Tears fell in earnest as the truth sank in. “You’re going to kill George.”
“No, mon chou.” His denial was echoed with raw internal confirmation. “The Beta is meaningless at this point.”
Daring to glance over her shoulder despite a shooting pain that followed, she gave him a pathetic “No?”
He kissed her red nose and smiled. “Don’t cry. I don’t want you to fear that there will be any retaliation for your recent… hormonal behavior. You were punished and are forgiven.”
She was humiliated. She was tired. And she was guilty of much more than hormonal behavior. “What’s going to happen to me?”
The arm around her middle tightened as Jacques pulled her flush to his body. “I’m going to make you feel better.”
“I’m sore.”
Husky, he chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. In estrous you were a very greedy girl.”
Estrous had been awful, and had left her wasted, body and soul. She never wanted to think about it again, any of it.
Jacques was not going to allow that.
“You were glorious through all of it, even when you refused to behave. It was the necessary choice to make, and had I not loved you so much, I never could have abided shari
ng… but it was exciting watching you take us both at once. Feeling another inside you next to me, hearing you come undone.” Rubbing his thickening cock between the cheeks of her ass, he whispered, “I came harder than I ever have before… and Gods, so did you.”
Jacques was against her back now, mirroring the motion. Brenya knew he’d planned his assault in such a way so she would have tactile memory of the Ambassador grunting at her ear.
There was no way to describe the sensations. Even allowing a moment of recollection sent an unwanted tingle and a small dribble of slick to gather at her slit. “It was wrong.”
Tongue slipping out to tease the shell of her ear, Jacques teased, “Far from wrong. I know what’s best for my rebellious, naughty Omega.”
The Commodore rolled his hips as if to penetrate what was his.
Brenya angled away.
In answer to her unspoken rejection, the male caught her hip, purring, “Just as this will make you feel better,” while thrusting slowly in.
Exhaling in an effort to handle the unusual discomfort of the stretch, Brenya found she had no will left to fight, that her body was weak, and that it did feel good no matter how much she wished it did not.
“That’s right. I can make my defiant Omega sweet as cream.” He took her breast in his grip, withdrawing his cock before easing deeper with the second controlled thrust. “Before you know it, you’ll whisper how much you love me.”
Closing her eyes, because she could not close her ears, Brenya grew limp.
“That’s right.”
Her nipple distended, peaking under a rolling pinch, and with little more than a few minutes of slow fucking, she already began to feel the early flutters of climax.
Soft and easy, the ripple of her muscles drew out a growing knot. The Alpha’s groaned reaction fed her pleasure, even if the muscles that clenched around him were tender, even if her heart was not in it.
His was. His heart was completely taken with her.
When it was done and his knot tied her to him, Jacques traced his finger over the gash on her shoulder and let out a satisfied sigh. “Now that you are awake, I’m going to kiss every wound, wash every scratch. Don’t be alarmed by what you see in the mirror. Claiming marks are supposed to scar. Like the rest of you, they are beautiful.”
Absently, she reached up to touch her neck where she hurt the most. There was a bandage covering the place Brenya remembered a stranger’s teeth taking hold. “What happened to the Ambassador?”
A warm palm flattened on her shoulder, wrapping aching flesh in reverent fingers. “Jules Havel is the righthand man to the terrorist who destroyed Thólos. That is who you kidnapped and thought to take there—a real monster who has murdered millions of people. If your stolen ship had made it as far as the southern continent, you would have started a war Bernard Dome cannot win. Everyone you know, your George included, would have died. Their regime is merciless.”
That could not be true…
But it was true; she could feel the sincerity of such a statement. The knot shrank, and she turned to finally look at the man who had caught her in his trap, shamed her before his men, and shared her with a stranger.
The lingering marks of her attack still bruised his face. His arrogant playfulness was gone.
“Why did you let him…?” Why had he ordered his soldiers to set such a man free and offered her body to him. Jacques had encouraged the Beta to fuck her, to bite her, to join in his fun. Why?
“Hush, now, Brenya. You misunderstand.” He kissed her quickly, cuddling the repulsed female. “Please listen to me when I tell you that everything, every choice I made, was in your best interest.”
She didn’t want his games or misdirection. She wanted answers. “What happened to the Ambassador?”
“Can you not tell?”
“No.” Growing horror brought fresh tears, because there was something whispering in her mind. Something about that moment on that ship that Jacques had manipulated her into. “No.”
“He won’t be able to hurt you. Ever. The pair-bond will prevent it.”
It was too much. There was too much inside her, too much to bear. “What did you do, Jacques?”
“I put a rabid dog on a leash.”
2
“You are angry with me.” Exuding reason, chest vibrating a sleepy, warm blanket of a purr, Jacques held another bite of fine cheese to Brenya’s mouth, patient for her to accept food from his hand. “And you feel unwell.”
Eyes distant, her thoughts somewhere else entirely, she parted her lips and took the offering onto her tongue.
Not a morsel had passed that chapped skin that he had not placed there, hand feeding his new mate delicious things, sips of cool water, and a few coerced swallows of rare vintage white wine. A new mate who appeared more unfocused and startled than a freshly born calf.
And just as shaky on her legs.
More comforting elation he poured within the empty cup of what made her Omega, drowning out lingering, trifling disgust and total terror by manipulating the link as if an expert already. Dwarfing her slumped shoulders with careful strokes of big, warm hands, he offered relaxation. Yet all he offered failed to produce the desired result.
His Brenya was implacable on a soul-deep level. A place even he had not yet found a way to touch with the captivation of their bond or his more practiced pleasantries.
Jacques changed tactics. In place of luxury, he offered sympathy. “I was cruel to you, wasn’t I?”
An instant internal flicker, silent agreement followed by a sniff.
Despite his aggressive manipulation and constant, relentless pull on their link, honeyed eyes welled. A single tear fell on her next blink. And by the Gods, it cut him to the core. That tear gutted him, so much more than her small agreement.
A small voice replied, “You were cruel.”
In contrast to his height and strength, she was so fragile—feminine and delicate—and in need of his protection. She was so valuable, worth his whole kingdom no matter her scarred face or his abject obsession. No Omega anywhere could compare.
“You have my heart, mon chou. It might not seem that way when I correct you, or when I make demands, but you own it all the same.” Scooping up her limp hand, he pressed it to his bare chest. “Does our bond not tell you so?”
A refusal to answer was answer enough.
“How badly does it hurt?”
Wriggling on her seat, shifting uncomfortably at the mention of her discomfort, and the why of it, paired with the silent throb on her side of the link.
It had been done. Necessarily so. And she had agreed to it—the price she’d named certain to cost him a great deal of conflict with Ancil. Lifting the crystal goblet designed specifically for this vintage of viognier, placing it at the trembling lips of the only thing on the Gods’ rotted earth he adored, Jacques urged her to swallow another sip.
She’d been bathed, the water puce and filthy from all he’d been required to wash away. She’d been bandaged. She’d been held close when she sobbed.
She’d been warned.
And though he had spoken his threats with a rational compunction, that didn’t change the fact that if the name George crossed her lips again, he’d see the Beta thrown into the most despicable Centrist brothel. To be used until there was nothing left. And Jacques would watch that recording every last hour, over and over, until he was wizened and old.
Against his chest, her finger fluttered, Jacques realizing his thoughts had made him tighten his grip on her bruised wrist. Softening his hand, he nudged her chin. Offering a cajoling, well-meant smile, he pressed a kiss to her scar. “Tell me what will make you smile.”
When his mate shrank back from his nearness, sinking inside herself at the brush of his lips, he didn’t correct her. Not after what she’d suffered in the bath. “Come now, tell me how to cheer you.”
A minute headshake.
She believed there was nothing to remedy her spirit, and that just was not so.
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sp; Accept they were at odds and the Omega was unreasonable. He could give her the world. Fine things, the best foods, eternal comfort, endless sexual pleasure.
What she wanted, the only thing her brain focused on, was the very goddamn things he’d forbidden. Which things: Beta rations? Freedom? Ancil’s head on a platter? George? Further thoughts of the Beta sent his purr to a snarl. Before he could catch himself, he upset his mate all the further.
A mate who was now sobbing into her hands.
Fuck.
When it came to this female, his control had always been less than exemplary. He’d punish himself for that later. He would do better.
“Unit 17C, I order you to tell me what you need.”
The jolt in her body, he knew to expect. The way eyes, the color of honey in the sun, turned up to meet his eager gaze, Jacques was utterly unprepared for. Steadfast, the fluttering thing in his arms sat taller, grew angry. Drinking him in with the cold eye of a rival, she spoke with harsh tones and great feeling, “I want to hold the baby.”
What luck!
Tucking the front panels of her fluffy robe tighter about his mate, Jacques smirked. “Is that all it is?”
Of course! His Omega was upset that she had not fallen pregnant after her first true estrous. How had this not occurred to him? These tears were not due to his attentions during her bath or the deal they’d struck when he bartered his kingdom to wash another male’s seed from inside her rectum.
