Quinn groaned as her stomach twisted, rolling in on itself. Curling up around the pain, she clawed at the iron bar of an arm that pinned her to the bed when she went to writhe. Skin itching, too tight as it flexed over taut muscle, she could only whimper as a shudder rattled down her spine.
“Shh,kiska. Let it happen.”
Ilya’s soothing purr was anything but, grating along her nerves. A piercing shriek preceded her fist connecting with his solid jaw when he tried to kiss her cheek, her cry turning to one of agony as delicate bone crunched and shifted in the cup of her palm.
Cradling her hand against her chest, Quinn whimpered and whined. Tried to squirm away from all the heat building behind her, to ignore the way her thighs slipped against each other as she muffled her screams in the ruined bedding.
“Shut her up.” Lee tossed Hadler away, unimportant refuse, as he came alongside the bed. Muddy eyes narrowing, his lips turned up into a cruel smirk as he watched Quinn thrash.
“The injections are purer than the pills,” Hadler said to the room in a croak, rubbing at his neck where the imprint of Lee’s knuckles bloomed an angry crimson. “It’ll still take a few doses for her body to adjust. It’s forced now, not natural.”
“An Omega in heat is the most natural thing there is,” Lee said, something satisfied, lewd and hot, in his tone as he canted his head to see the skin Quinn raked her nails over.
“Be that as it may, forcing her into a heat isn’t.”
“Are you questioning me, doctor?”
“N-No, sir.”
Quinn lost the thin thread of reality, bucking and kicking as the poison worked through her limbs. Everything ached, hurt in a bone deep agony. Scratching, mauling her flesh to get at the prickling pain that lingered far beneath the surface, a faint whine was all she could manage when Ilya buried her beneath his frame. Forced her arms and legs out, stretching her from the defensive huddle as he crushed her to the soft bedding that was horrible and wrong.
“Shh,kiska. I am here,” he whispered against her cheek. Nudging her head aside, he put his lips against her throat and offered the comforting sound without a hint of self-consciousness.
The purr grew louder, vibrating through her chest, shivering through her bones. It wasn’t enough to drown out the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, of Hadler’s shrill cry and Lee’s rumbling voice. As the fire worked through her, Quinn cared less and less. Aware of the male above her more than the fact that others were there, she couldn’t focus past anything else. Potent heat, cinnamon and the stinging bite of anise made up her world.
“Please, please, please,” Quinn sobbed, not even sure what she was begging for.
“Shh. I will give you what you need,kiska.”
She whined when his weight shifted. Cried out when his heat pulled away for the brief moment it took for him to arrange their bodies the way he wanted. Low growls and splitting flesh still echoed through the room as Ilya spread her wide. Forcing his throbbing cock into her, growling in unadulterated pleasure as eager, slick muscles clenched down around his invading shaft.
As Ilya lifted her, bouncing her up and down the full length of him while he demanded she come for him, Quinn saw the aftermath of the doctor’s moment of dissent.
Darryl watched her with eyes that glowed with their bright hunger, the beautiful lines of his face as twisted as the heavy scars while he shunted inside of Hadler’s ass. Fucking the Beta who couldn’t scream for the rolls of gauze packed inside his mouth, Darryl sped up as Quinn’s cries became airy, shrill. Dragging her down once more, Ilya buried his knot, making her scream.
Two Alphas roaring their release, Quinn managed to pass out as her pussy fluttered around the knot pulsing inside of her.
“Please,” Quinn whined, desperate as she clung to Ilya’s leg. Refusing to let him go, he’d dragged her halfway across the room before he’d stopped. Even his patience was wearing thin, but still she held on. “Please just let me see her.”
“You did not eat. Did not build your nest.” Ilya stared down at her, lips thinned as he watched her debase herself. Fingers tangling in her hair, he jerked her head back from where she pressed it to his thigh. Tried to push her away.
Swearing he’d have to rip her arms off before she unwrapped them, Quinn gripped his leg even tighter. It’d been a full day and night, and still they wouldn’t let her see Elise. There would be no more nursing, no more snuggling her child in her nest. Not that there was a nest to take her to.
In her rage, Quinn had destroyed whatever she could get her hands on. They’d demanded she build a new one, but she’d refused. She needed Elise safe in her arms, not some fucking pile of fabric. No matter how the poison in her veins sang to do just that.
“Just let me see her, please!” Desperation sinking ever deeper, Quinn fumbled at his belt with one hand. Offered the little currency she could from where she kneeled at his feet. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me see my baby.”
“I want you to act like my future mate,” Ilya snarled. His growl thundered through the room, so much anger it sucked the air from the space as he lifted Quinn straight up, flinging her towards the bed with ease.
Bouncing across the mattress, Quinn screamed her rage. Hurled herself at the Alpha with fingers clawed as she tried to get past him to the door she knew was still locked, a vicious Alpha guarding the other side. But Elise was there, waiting for her, wanting her mother.
Muttering under his breath, Ilya grabbed her around the neck. Stopping her forward momentum with such an abrupt halt her legs went flying. Again she was lifted, large fingers strangling, before he slammed her back into the bed. Held her there as she scraped broken nails over his arm and wrist. Pale skin flushing an ugly red, Quinn struggled for a single sip of air. When none came, she fought all the harder. Bringing her legs up, she aimed for whatever she could reach.
“Be still!” His free hand covered her thighs, shoved them flat and held them there as he loomed over her. Leaning his weight onto her, strangling and bruising, he put his face close and growled. Let her see the full breadth of his anger until Quinn’s struggles weakened, until her arms became limp and flopped against the bed.
“Now,” Ilya said, the suddenness of his calm as terrifying as the way he continued to choke her. “You will build your nest. You will eat. Then, and only then, will I consider allowing you to see her. Am I understood?”
Vision tunneling, the black eating away the sight of stolid Alpha above her, Quinn slapped her hand against his thigh. Unable to nod for the fingers tight against her chin, she tried to put her agreement in every bone of her body.
