Before, it had been easy to succumb to the vile treatment. In the disgusting motel where Gerry had dumped her, where Alton’s man had done so many horrible things before letting the group of Alphas loose on her. She’d been pregnant, abandoned by Kahler for too long. She’d needed an Alpha’s touch, their call. Their fucking come. Now it was so different.
There was no care in the way they began to handle her. Large hands covering her swollen breasts, squeezing until she arched and whined. Pinching her nipples raw.
“Open up.” The command was delivered on a snarl, the slimy trek of his crown smearing across her lips before someone else gripped her jaw and pried it open. Forced to take the full length in one harsh push, Quinn choked and gagged.
It only made the male above her groan and buck harder against her lips.
They didn’t care when her stomach twisted and heaved. Paid no mind when she vomited thick bile around the cock plunging deep into her throat. Growls and snarls all around her, they bickered over who got what first.
Gathering the growing numbness around her as she grew wet enough to take the man between her legs, she forced her body to submit. Loosened stiff muscles that wanted to fight, to rage. All she could do was survive this. There would be no rescue, no escape.
Elise was somewhere in the walls of this house and Quinn would be damned if she did anything to endanger that. If it meant this, she’d take it.
“Fucking whore likes it. Look how wet she is,” the man between her spread thighs ground out between clenched teeth, his rhythm growing faster, the slap of his hips meeting hers louder.
There were mutters of approval all around her. Nails scraped, fingers prodded and gripped too tight. Pain lurked, turbulent and blinding, just under the surface of the gray haze she tried to drown herself in. Bodies shuffled, rearranging her at their whim. Rolled to her stomach, Quinn was hauled back up to her knees. Warmth slid between her and the tiles, hard muscle replacing unrelenting stone.
Fingers ripped at her hair, pulling her head back in a painful arch. Slapped their cock against her face, smearing sticky fluid against her eyes and nose. Bleary gaze staring through the burn, she looked up into Ilya’s eyes.
So blue they were almost clear, she had trusted those eyes. Had believed his soft promises and gentle pets, the way he held her when the careening insanity of the bond left her limp and despairing. Tears flooded over her lashes as the cold, dead blue bored into her. Heartless, callous, he didn’t care what they did. Hell,likedwhat they did to her.
She couldn’t do it. Quinn tried to pull the haze back, to bury the anger, the betrayal, all of it under the fog of indifference. Nothing seemed to work. Clarity seeped in on misty drifts. Abused, used, nothing but another whore for another Alpha in a world she had no control over.
Something snapped within her. Shattered her mind leaving her with only one goal. Kill them all and get her daughter.
The sudden wrenching pain exploding from her chest caught her off guard. Brought everything into hyper focus so that the sheer agony of the multitude of small hurts coalesced into a scream that worked through her entire body.
Blind rage pumped through her veins, a roar that didn’t belong to her pouring from between bloody lips as she bit at the thigh in front of her. Twisted and punched, fist landing with a strength she didn’t know she had into the one beneath her. Her elbow went numb as she slammed it back into the nose of one behind her.
She felt nothing but that awful, grinding pain throbbing through her ribs. Cracking her chest wide, splitting her open. Elise was somewhere beyond the white walls, and she would get her daughter, keep her safe. Another Alpha went to put his arms around her, Quinn biting, clawing, ignoring the way her shoulder shifted uneasy in its socket as she reached back to gouge at eyes she couldn’t see.
Blackness descended in layers, hovering over the awful bloody scene as she fought. Watched male after male come after her from a long way off within the fractured depths of her mind. Roared her victory when something soft and wet came away in her hand, crushing it in her small palm.
The loud bangs didn’t register. Neither did the bursts of light exploding through the room. The loud thuds and pings, the rattle of tumbling cement and stone, were faint echoes as she clawed her way through another male.
Elise. She had to get to Elise.
A bulk she knew too well slammed into her back, carrying her to the floor with his full weight crushing her into the stone. Words indiscernible under the chaos of her thoughts, she could only observe the rough rasp of sound against her cheek.
It took longer to get him off of her. Screaming, wrenching at hair and clothes with the same ferocity, she got a hold on his ear. Dug the shredded remains of her nails in deep and pulled hard. His roar would have deafened her if she could hear more than a trace of it as he rolled away.
Scrambling up to her feet, Quinn charged for the stairs. Arms eager for her baby, already outstretched for the comforting weight, she ran towards the roiling mass of darkness without pause.
“Quinn!”
It hit her hard enough to make her stumble back. A punch of sensation that somehow penetrated through the murderous haze. Centered beneath her sternum, clawing its way free, it pulsed, writhed, twisted in agonized ripples under her skin. Scratched over raw nerves and collapsed her synapses. An electric jolt that shorted out all comprehension.
Shock had her jaw falling open, gray eyes wide as they stared at the thing that wasn’t there. She’d done it. Finally insane, she’d gone mad enough to see him even while awake.
Then she was falling. Slipping to the bloody floor, drifting down into the large puddle that spread beneath her bare legs. Staining pale flesh, she shoved the ruin of her hand out to stop the forward momentum, only to slide across the slick floor.
“Quinn, hang on. Hold on for me,” Kahler shouted as he fell to his knees beside her. His shirt was off, the glorious planes of his muscled chest laid bare.
She hadn’t realized how hungry her eyes were for that sight. Pressure over her stomach had her chin tipping down, frowning at the tight bundle of white that was fast becoming garish red.
“You don’t look good in red,” Quinn said, dragging her head back to look at the illusion above her. The lines of worry, the hint of fear, it all should have concerned her. But she couldn’t rise again, couldn’t get to Elise. She’d failed and now her sweet baby girl would never remember her mother. “You have to get her. Keep her safe.”
“Quinn, look at me,” Kahler yelled, pushing hard on the dripping cloth over her stomach as others rushed forward.
