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Rubbing her temples, Wren hardly spared him a look. Still, his smirk became a full-fledged grin.
Reaching behind her couch, he pulled pretty fabric out with a flourish. Her dress.
Her favorite dress.
Pathetic, she stared at it, eyes wet and heart giving a single thump.
He crept forward, dress in hand, until he kneeled where she sat. “Keep it. Caspian doesn’t need to know.”
Tentative fingers stretched out to touch the coarse weave.
Snatching it to her nose, Wren buried her face in something familiar and special, breathing in lungfuls of air that smelled how she had before an Alpha drenched her in his filth.
“Come on.” Careful of the bruises on her arm, he pulled her up. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
Dress clutched to her chest, she stumbled beside him, the place between her legs throbbing. He bore more of her weight than she was willing to admit, going so far as to wrap an arm around her waist. Once back in her room, the ruined nest gave her no comfort. So Wren pushed free of her guide, grabbing a pillow and the only dry blanket in the puddle of cum. Both were dragged to the corner where she plopped down and fell asleep almost instantly.
When morning came, she was shivering in the corner alone without the sound of either boy banging around in the front room.
In misery.
***
Managing repairs on the pipeworks, keeping rival factions from gaining even an inch of his hard-won labors, and negotiating with the thirsty powers-that-be tended to keep a man busy, but still Caspian found himself regularly checking the camera feeds recording the Omega’s hovel.
Toby had done well with the install; the tiny surveillance machines buried into the crumbling brick had gone unnoticed. Every single room, all angles, were available. Not that he’d needed to access more than two so far.
His Omega had not left the corner of her room in three days except to hobble to the bathroom or to grab more of that bracken she called water.
She had not taken any food. Not even the shit fungus she’d tried to offer him when he’d come to call.
It was starting to piss him off.
He controlled ninety-percent of the water supply to the entirety of Dale City. Everyone who knew his name knew not to fuck with him.
If the pretender Alpha government lording over them from above wanted clean drink, they had to pay. If they failed to pay, he shut off the valves and let the thirsty snobs above sort out new management. It never took long. After all, a human would die without water in a handful of days.
Racketeering was good, honest money.
Caspian had every Alpha in a thousand-mile radius by the balls.
And still that Omega pouted in the corner, clinging to her torn dress Toby had disregarded orders to save for her.
He had fucked her a bit more roughly than he’d intended too, sure. She had fought back in spectacular fashion… but she had also come gloriously multiple times.
What was the issue?
Why had she not repaired her nest or obsessively cleaned? He could still see mud smudges on the floor in the front room. Why had she not come to him?
By this point, the Omega should have been scratching at his door asking for trinkets, credits… affection.
Fuck, Rosie had been begging for his cock after the very first poke. Now that he had set her aside, she was skulking around trying to entice him back. He never went back to an old meal for more than a passing fuck, but he wasn’t a total bastard either. The women were allowed to stay under his protection if they wanted to. They were given comforts, food, and clean water. But they also had to serve for the privilege of belonging.
Rosie was exclusively for Toby and Kieran’s enjoyment now. When his Second and Third were done with her, the general population would fight over that gnawed bone.
Someday the little mouse would face that too.
Or she’d scuttle back to her hovel a little richer in both credits and experience. Which might be for the best.
Caspian didn’t enjoy the image of her catering to his workers, at least not until he’d supped his fill. For now, she was his. And until defensive instincts ran their course, he wasn’t going to share… unless it was for his own pleasure.
The mouse would be lovely, pale and perfect, mauled by his Kieran and Toby.
Eventually. But not yet.
Not until Caspian had gorged.
“Your cock is dripping down the front of your pants, boss.” Fucking Toby had been enjoying his distraction with the surveillance feeds a bit too much.
Adjusting what had become a never-ending erection, Caspian gave a sincerely vicious warning growl to back off. “Unless you’re planning to suck me off, get the fuck away from me.”
His Third chuckled. “Never seen you in the rut before. Why not have sweetcheeks brought here and take what’s yours until it passes?”
