Page 8 of Bound By Pain
“I don’t know,” I admit with a barely audible sigh. My eyes flicker to my unconscious mate, still blood-covered and sprawled in her cage. Whatever it takes, I’m going to get us out of here. They won’t touch her again. Even if I have to lose myself to an Alpha rage and hurt every innocent person in this room.
The doors open, but it isn’t the Omega returning to her cage. Marcus leans against the frame while several of his men amble in and leer through the cages. “Oh, big brother, you look like shit.”
Narrowing a hard look his way, I remain silent. He wants my reaction, my pleading, more than anything. His smile slipsa fraction, but quickly stretches into a smirk. “Looks like there’s still some fire in you. I’ll have to work harder to extinguish it.”
With a nod, several of his men surround my cage and force me out. I keep my eyes trained on Marcus, hoping he isn’t cruel enough to force an unconscious Omega into his rape chamber. When they pull one of the newer Omegas from across the room, my heart ceases its frantic racing, returning to a slower rhythm.
Snarling, I jerk against their hold as they drag me out of the room, keeping up my defiant act long enough to get into the room and hear the lock click behind me. Two haggard, lifeless Alphas join me, standing and staring at nothing.
This place fucks with your head, tearing apart all the pieces of you that are good, and slowly rots them until the unredeemable acts you’re forced to commit are the only thing left.
The tenacity trained into my soul by the military and FCDA is the only thing that has saved me from the same hopeless Fate.
A second door opens, and they shove the Omega inside. Her strawberry scent is cloying, but the notes of forced heat still have my cock hardening. It’s in an Alpha’s biological nature to react to an Omega in heat. Our bodies are built to cater to their need to breed, regardless of whether we are willing.
Growls fill the room as her pheromones hit the other Alphas, awakening their baser selves and forcing their instincts to take control. I can feel the same fog threatening to pull me under, but I fight against it. Digging my nails into my palm, I center myself with the small bite of pain.
One shallow breath, then two. As my resolve strengthens, I step between the two of them and the Omega. Their growls take a vicious turn, rattling louder. The first lunges toward me, but he’s weak and off balance, so I sidestep and twist, sending him careening into the wall. He falls to the floor with a loudthud, unconscious and no longer a threat.
The second Alpha hasn’t been in the cages as long, so he still has strength left. I widen my stance when he moves in an arc, eyes narrowed and flitting between me and the Omega whimpering behind me.
His jaw clenches, and he dives forward, swinging wildly. One hit catches my broken ribs, sending a wave of agony through my midsection, but I bite back the pain and catch his other fist in my grip. Twisting his arm behind his back, I slam him face down on the hard floor. He struggles, kicking and fighting against me as I wrap my arm around his throat, cutting off his oxygen.
Later, when the fake heat perfume isn’t influencing him, he will be grateful for my intervention.
When he falls limp, eyes rolling back into his head, I gently lay him down and climb to my feet. My body aches with pain, old and new. It’s time to find a way out of this hellhole.
Closing my eyes, I block out the Omega’s soft noises of distress and run back through everything I’ve noticed during my captivity. The cages are too sturdy to break through, so whatever plan I come up with has to be executed when I’m outside of it.
“Thank you.”
Glancing at the teary-eyed Omega still huddled in the corner, an idea forms in my mind. It’s dangerous, not just for me, but for her, too. Can I live with putting her at risk if it means saving my Omega?
Clenching my jaw, I nod and cross my arms over my chest. Normally, when I am locked in here, I hide in a corner and jerk off, giving them my cum to coat the inside of their thighs to make it look as though their attempts to force us to breed were successful, but this time I just wait.
Not only will my instincts not allow me to consider offering this Omega something that belongs to my mate, but I need Marcus to know I’ve been faking the breedings the entire timeI’ve been here. I need him to snap and try something reckless to hurt me.
When the door opens an hour later, I glare at the assholes waiting to take us back to the cages. They immediately notice the difference between the scene before them and what they usually find, their eyes widening in shock. One of them turns on his heel and darts down the hall.
Two guards with cattle prods back me against the wall, sneering but much more cautious than they previously had been. The rest of the group picks up the unconscious Alphas and drags them back to their cages. I narrow a hard look at the asshole who grabs the Omega, his grip hard enough to make her yelp in pain.
This asshole can’t even meet my eyes. Apparently, my Fate-matched mate’s nearness is exactly what I needed to beat whatever drug they keep pumping into the cage room to weaken our Alpha presences.
“You’ve been playing me, big brother,” Marcus growls from the doorway. Hatred fills his eyes, but he refuses to step fully into the room.
Be afraid, dickhead. Soon, I’m going to be exacting revenge for every single captive in the other room. He’ll be lucky if he survives the hell I plan to unleash on him.
“Why reveal your cards now?”
“Partnering with Harrison is going too far.”
Several of his men glance at Marcus when I mention the Doctor’s name, but my half-brother doesn’t react. He knew I would recognize that madman’s work. There isn’t a single federal agent in the field who isn’t up to date on Harrison’s wanted status.
“So, what? You think refusing to take part in the breedings will get us to stop his operations?” Marcus shifts, leaning against the wall. His lips stretch into a smirk that immediately puts meon guard. “Or is itsomeonewho has triggered your newfound bravery?”
Biting my tongue, I meet his stare with a blank face. No way in hell will I be revealing my connection to the pretty new Omega.
“If he’s strong enough to withstand the drugs we’ve been using, we should give him to the Doctor. He’s ready to harvest Alphas,” one man suggests, eyeing me warily.
