Broken Captive: A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Dark Romance (Wren's Song Book 3)

by Addison Cain

  “We don’t know that!” Caspian snarled, grabbing his Third’s shoulder as he passed. But who the fuck else could it be in that pipe? “And if it is her, charging down there will scare her off.”

  They both could sense her caution, the flutters of distress and anxiety. And it was that, Caspian suspected which really stayed Toby’s hand. Not his leader’s order to cease.

  Things between them had been… tense.

  Crossing bulging arms over his chest, as if unsure what to do with the twitching limbs, Toby said, “She has no reason to run from me.”

  The Third believed it. Deep down, Toby believed there was no reason in the world the mouse might fear the Syndicate’s infamous killer. And for that, Caspian had a dash of pity for the male. “We wait. If she’s come for the boy, she will be captured. We’ll deal with her afterward, calmly.”

  But continuing reports made it clear the mouse was not slinking into shadows heading the direction where the males’ denned. Instead, she was climbing up the stairs, trying to blend in with the slaves.

  Heading to him.

  “Kieran should be told,” Toby said, eyes darting left and right as if he might see her through the concrete and spy her approach.

  “No.” This moment wasn’t for the Second. Let him stay locked in his room fucking his new toy, as he had for the last several days. The last thing Caspian wanted right now was the vitriol that bastard spewed burning the mouse’s ears.

  Toby didn’t demand an explanation, he just backed away, as if the stairs leading from their perch were too much of a temptation to bear. Breathing hard from the corner, he snarled at the guards, “Leave.”

  When the trio turned toward the stairs, the Third hissed, “Not that way, you idiots!”

  There was no other way for them to go. The upper levels at their backs were prohibited. And when the guards seemed confused Toby, in his infinite patience, threatened to behead their mothers if they didn’t walk up, take a right, follow the hall for a hundred paces, and die there of starvation.

  Without so much as a look at the madman, and his very real threats, all three obeyed.

  Leaving Caspian and Toby alone on the landing overlooking the Waterworks, waiting for the mouse.

  Walking to the railing, Caspian palmed bowed metal, and peered down into the deluge. She was there, just as he had seen her that first time. And she was trying her damnedest not to turn her face up to collect some of that precious water on her tongue.

  His mouse was thirsty, but would not drink his water.

  She was dirty, but had not come to him to bathe.

  No doubt she was also starving…

  As if she felt the weight of his stare, she glanced up. But when their eyes met, even from the great distance she still needed to climb, she didn’t look desperate or pleading.

  She looked resolved.

  No smile for him. No wave.

  From their link, Caspian felt a wash of determination.

  Head turning down, she gripped ancient railings and continued the climb.

  “You let me think you were dead,” Caspian said to no one.

  It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to run down those stairs and demand answers. Gripping the railing so hard it whined in protest, he made himself wait. Refused to show weakness before his men.

  And then she was there.

  Winded from the climb, she pushed back her hood and let all that glorious, mud-caked white hair fall free.

  It had not been brushed, most likely in days. It was not braided and wound about her skull like the first time they’d met. It was just caught into some kind of thong, an afterthought. A burden.

  Hands that would have been show white if not for the dirt, raised before her. Squaring her shoulders, the little mouse sucked in a breath, and began.

  Caspian had never taken the time to learn how to speak to her, and in that moment fucking hated that he had no clue what she said. So he blurted, “Where have you been?”

  Had his voice sounded choked, unsure?

  Toby, eyes unblinking, marched closer.

  And she, she almost flinched.

  “He asked you a question, sunshine. Where have you been?”

  The confusion on her face was unmistakable. Looking between them she signed, Toby translating, The Warrens.

  The non-answer set his blood to boiling, Caspian barking, “Why not walk through the front gates? Why sneak in?”

  Fingers moving slowly to spell out her meaning—the action obviously uncomfortable—she signed, There are guards at the door. I knew they wouldn’t let me in.

  Bloodless fists released the railing, Caspian turning to face her full on. And God, seeing her in such a state outright gutted him. “There is a bounty worth a fucking mint on your head. The Syndicate has been combing the Warrens for days!”

  So, you’re going to kill me. Instantly deflated, she sagged. A despondent pretty lavender gaze slipped from him to find the floor. I had hoped… Never mind. Just do it. Get it over with.

  Before her eyes might grow any redder, they darted back up to Caspian’s, one last request on her unmoving lips. Please don’t hurt my boys.

  “Goddamn it, Caspian! I can’t hear her say this shit!” Toby bellowed, “Tell her that you fucking love her already!”

  Men like him didn’t love, that was for the weak and the mental. Toby, for example. But that did not stop the merciless twisting dagger in his chest when she snorted at the very thought.

  Sobered, she fisted and unfisted clearly aching fingers, then flourished them in her special language. But Toby did not translate.

  Hissing at Toby over his shoulder, Caspian demanded an explanation. “What did she say?”

  Growling under his breath, Toby snarled, “You don’t want to know, boss.”

  “THE FUCK I DON’T!”

  The little mouse jumped, loudly swallowed, and moved in the same pattern. Repeating herself.

  Toby took a step closer. “It’s not what you think, sunshine. He didn’t mean it.”

  The look on her face was the most blatant kind of incredulous, the kind of look that couldn’t be faked. Fingers flying she dashed out a fountain of meaning, all of it directed at Toby, who tried to follow and failed.

  “You’re going too fast, I can’t—”

  That didn’t stop her. Marching right up to them, her lip curled, throat growling through the slapping violence of her unspoken words.

  “Tell me what she’s saying,” Caspian barked, causing both frazzled Toby and the furious mouse to startle.

  “I can’t fucking tell you what she’s saying,” Toby, hissed. “She’s talking too fast!”

  With an animal growl, the mouse shoved past and went to their table. Taking up paper and pen, she wrote down, and violently underlined, exactly what she wanted to say. A second later it was held right up to Caspian’s face.

  You owe me a years’ worth of water and pockets full of credits!

  “After the ground shook, I went to your house. My men have been digging ever since.”

  The paper slipped from suddenly slack fingers, the mouse’s expression transforming from determination to disquiet.

  Toby, the madman and the killer, shook his head and translated her stupefied signs.

  Why would you go there? Horror was there all over her face, as if the very thought was the reason her breath hitched. Are you crazy? You could have been killed! Don’t you know how dangerous that was?

  Voice almost gentle, Caspian asked, “Is that why you left?”

  You shouldn’t have gone there! It wasn’t safe!

  “I thought you were dead...”

  The pain in his voice, the fact he’d actually allowed even a modicum of vulnerability in, she flat out ignored. Her eyes went to the fallen paper.

  As she stared down, so much crossed her face, the mouse never having been skilled at concealing a single thought. More so, Caspian could feel the myriad troubles that weighed her down.

  A deep sense of betrayal.
r />   The total lack of hope.

  Her disgust with him.

  So much sadness.

  All he could manage to say was, “Are you hungry? Do you want water?”

  Lavender eyes shot up, aflame with indignation.

  “We’re not going to let you leave,” Toby murmured, easing ever closer. “No one is going to hurt you either.”

  Bending down she picked up her paper, ignoring Toby entirely and held it up to Caspian’s face.

  Just like the letters she’d handed him weeks ago, he snatched the paper from her fingers, tore it, and tossed it over the edge.

  The bits fluttered down, some sticking to concrete walkways, some drowning in the rushing river.

  The look on her face…

  It didn’t so much as alter when Caspian collared her neck with his grip. There was so much he wanted to say, days’ worth of sick feeling that lanced him internally even now, even feeling her soft throat under his fingers.

  Unrelenting in her demand, she stood under the intimidation of his scowl—not so much as flinching when a roughened palm slipped from cupping her throat to caressing her nape.

  Unaware when his second hand had come to play in the mud-packed strands of her hair, when he held them to his nose for a sniff, Caspian groaned.

  It was the sound of despair.

  “I’ll pay whatever you want if you stay. Right now. I’ll fill up your pockets and give you more water than you’d drink in a lifetime. But you are not allowed to leave again. Ever.”

  Chapter 16

  The rich overbearing Alpha scent called to his marked female, cutting through the mud crusting up her nose and the Warrens’ stink she’d dragged in with her.

  With Caspian pressed so close, Wren staggered and took a graceless step back.

  Countering, the First dared one of his dark smirks. “Do you agree to my terms, pretty mouse?”

  Why was his voice so soft?

  He wasn’t even purring. There was no real word for the growl-born rattle that came from the massive male’s chest. But the vibration did her in all the same.

  Male fingers continued to slip over her neck and face, Caspian seeming to marvel at her filthy skin, stroking all the places it peeked from her clothing.

  His pleasure in the moment churned in her belly, ran shivering through Wren’s viscera to meld with the same enticement Toby chimed within her bones.

  “Make this easy on yourself. Say yes.”

  Wide eyes blinking in shock, Wren didn’t know how to answer.

  Caspian was going to pay his debt.

  She never truly expected it, yet… victory felt unexpectedly hollow.

  Wrapping her arms around her middle, Wren truly felt like a prostitute.

  The transaction was almost complete.

  Payment for her to fuck him and his friends, so that someday she would be the one leaving his rooms to see a new, shiny girl brought in to replace her.

  And that thought stirred a soul deep ache.

  It had to have been written on her face, the eventual loss. The knowing that servicing men would be forever, as he had said.

  Hand to Caspian’s chest, she shifted back far enough to say what needed to be said before she made herself less than nothing.

  You threw me out into the mud.

  Unshakable, a liar through and through, Toby pressed his way nearer. “She says she never wanted to leave.”

  Wren threw the grinning Toby a sullen glare, the Third subtly shook his head where Caspian might not see.

  She tried again. You took my boys from me.

  “The money isn’t for her. It’s for the kids.” Toby said, twisting her words to fit a very different narrative.

  Wren shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. God, her fingers hurt and it was growing hard to sign.

  Why was she even wasting the effort at this point? He said he’d give her what she wanted.

  After a stuttering huff, Wren got down to the heart of her real fear. You, Toby, and Kieran made me whore.

  That particular phrase Toby seemed to have trouble translating.

  I don’t want to do that anymore. I kept our bargain. I did unspeakable things. Now you keep yours and you pay me what you owe.

  Mud brown eyes held hers. “Why is she crying? What is she saying?”

  With a pained look twitching over his face, Toby pushed his way close enough to stop her fingers. His hold unyielding, she struggled, Wren releasing a defeated whimper, as she shook her head no.

  Anger growing before the word burst from his mouth, Caspian snarled. “No?”

  “She says,” a look of outright sedition on his face, Toby offered, “she hated sharing you with the pen.”

  There was no way to counter these lies, even if they were bursting with half-truths, leaving Wren to wilt when Caspian forcibly pulled her to his chest and set his nose to her hair.

  No comment was made one way or the other. Caspian offered no assurance.

  He just forced up her chin and laid a brutal kiss to her lips.

  Toby at her back, cutting off any chance to push away and escape, Caspian grinding a boil-hot erection to her front, Wren was caught.

  The First devoured, pawed, starved groans rushing from his mouth to fill hers.

  “Please,” Toby whispered at her ear, fighting her filthy clothing to expose bare skin. “Please, sunshine.”

  It was he, the obsessed Third who found his way into her pants first. His fingers that brushed her clit.

  Bucking to escape, to seek more, Wren let out a moan that set Caspian roaring.

  In tandem they tore away the remainder of her filthy things, no care for who saw, until Wren was bare before anyone who might dare look to their masters’ terrace.

  Both growled, but she was too thirsty to produce more than a single gush of slick. Both licked and lavished.

  But it was Caspian who spun her about, who bent her in half over his table and shoved his cock balls deep before she might fully spread.

  That one manic thrust, and Caspian’s knot burst forward to trap her kicking and heaving over his papers.

  Back arched, Wren keened, unsure how she got there or why it felt like her insides were on the verge of explosion.

  A forced orgasm drew a raw scream that echoed despite the rushing water and slaves laboring below.

  Alpha cum flooded her belly, churning with the rolling rock of male hips grinding forcefully against her buttocks.

  Jerking and gasping every few minutes, Caspian peppered the back of her neck with lingering kisses. It seemed more than once he tried to speak, only choked gibberish met her ears.

  And all the while Toby crouched next to her and held her eyes.

  The lying maniac said it, as if it made this all okay. As if he’d make it up to her. “I love you.”

  Pinned for ages, cunt quivering, grasping and sucking Caspian deeper each time his still hard cock spurt a fresh batch of seed, Wren saw him arrive.

  Kieran, eyes sunken and face drawn, had made his way down to join his brothers.

  Green eyes running over her pinned form, he looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

  And indeed there was a ghost standing beside him—a pale female with long, white hair. A female who held Kieran’s hand and glared with disgust at the filthy Omega speared on the table.

  A near carbon copy of Wren.

  “I thought I was your new little girl.”

  Wren’s story is far from over! Wren’s Song 4 coming soon!

  Thank you for reading BROKEN CAPTIVE: WREN’S SONG BOOK 3. I hope you loved Wren and the Alphas who’ve claimed her! Your thoughts mean the world to me. Please review and share them.

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