Page 9 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

He swung at me with everything he had. The zinknos never believed in half measures. Pacing himself was an alien concept.

Everyone knew that when a zinknos began to perspire, that’s when you had him on the ropes.

It was easy to demolish him after that.

I knocked his unconscious form to the floor. His chin struck the ground and a handful of teeth skittered from his drooling mouth.

I rolled my shoulders and neck. The bones crunched as they snapped back into place.

I must have sustained an injury I wasn’t even aware of, but it was back to normal now.

Almost back to normal.

I made a fist and slammed it against the tiled wall.

Why did I bring her here? Why did I think it was a good idea?

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

It would only create whispers and rumors. I heard them already as we weaved through the hallways to my cell.

The Beast has made a claim! The Beast has taken a mate!

And they would all want a piece of her.

After they thought I was done with her, at least.

No one would take the risk otherwise.

I leaned my forehead against the tiles and let the water run down my back.

My shoulders felt a little stiff so I wrenched them, popping them back into their sockets.

I didn’t feel it. Pain became background noise after a while.

I shut my eyes and saw her there.

The Prize.

I didn’t even know her name.

She stood there, naked as the day she was born. Ready for me to use however I saw fit.

She had a body that deserved to be used and enjoyed.

I’d lost track of myself and that light that burned brightly deep inside me took over.

I was across the room and touching her before I even knew it.

Her skin was so smooth, her body so ripe and ready for plucking…

I touched each part of her in turn, savoring the meal to come…

And when I looked into her eyes, I didn’t see that unrepentant, uncowed force I saw in her eyes at the Prize Pool.

I didn’t see her strength.

I saw her weakness.

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