Chapter 9

"What does it mean?" Lyla inquired while covering her mouth. "You are deficient in many nutrients due to your recent estrus and starvation." It was an exercise in futility to contend. It would be simple for him to coerce her into taking it, whether it was a vitamin or a poison. Kieran said, "The blue pills I found in your coat pocket," as she took the tablet in. What did they look like?" Her expression was clear with her disgust. They should be heat-suppressants — it cost me seven days of food. I had been taking them for a long time before I came to the Bastion to ask for your assistance. Neither they nor you were of any assistance. Therefore, in my opinion, they were a joke." Kieran wrapped his big paw around her wrist as he reached across the table for her free hand. All he wanted to do was press, and her bones would be squashed and broken. She took it to mean that she should Bee careful with her tongue. "I had a lab analyze your pills," he said, tracing his thumb over her pulse. They were an incredible inverse, minimal one — intended to incite your intensity cycle." Opposite? Fertility medications...Those pills were being taken by other girls hiding. Numerous omegas could have unexpectedly become hot and exposed, just like she had been. That was the very point he was attempting to make. She heard him say exactly what she was already thinking as she held her head in her hands. Omegas are being sought out through clever use of your requirements. They are aware that the women taking those pills are confident in their effectiveness and do not anticipate that they will engage in open sexual activity. And just like you, they will be surrounded, pursued, or taken away." That is inhumane. "You men are so fucking evil..." Kieran suppressed any resentment because he was aware that she was referring to a collective of males rather than him specifically. How did you acquire them?" After a full breath, she conceded, "From similar men hawking drugs on the boulevards. They are accessible to anyone. I came in like a beta, covered in the scent of someone else." "The scent of a different?" "The people who are sufficiently able to leave our concealing spot take the garments from the dead, spoiling in the city. As you must have noticed when I came to you, we use their scent to conceal our own. Although it is unpleasant, we require food and supplies. We do what we need to, to get by." "For what reason did a youthful female decide to move toward the Stronghold and not somebody more established, with less possibility of entering estrus or standing out?" Kieran insisted. "I gave my time." "Why?" "I'm more grounded than a large portion of the others, have lived for a long time making myself look like a beta, and am trusted to think dispassionately for the aggregate as I have no mate or kids." He reminded her, releasing her wrist to clean the wound from his bite on her shoulder, "You have a mate." You are mine. You have a place with me now." She worried about her lip as her stomach churned. Turning upward into his consistent silver eyes, she murmured, "You could adjust your perspective." Kieran seemed a little disappointed for a split second. He suddenly became viciously determined. I'm not an imprudent man. I made up my mind. The action taken is over. I asserted you. Now you are mine. There's nothing more to it." Lyla tried to explain, but the male couldn't care less about something as insignificant as the personality of a woman who would be compelled to be his mate by the bond. "But you don't even know me," she said. Her wishes were no longer relevant. "It's amazing the things you learn about the female writhing on your cock for three days," he explained in a low, enticing purr. Lyla hid her face in her hands as she blushed to her roots. Kieran snared a finger under her jawline and brought her flushed articulation up to analyze. Following the pink on her cheeks, he said, "For instance, you were unadulterated... had not squandered yourself on the principal alpha to cross you in an intensity. As a submissive Group member, you also have a strong will." "If you're forced, it's not submission!" "Assuming that you had acted, I could never have rebuffed you." Her entire fear was brought back by his low, raspy voice. I didn't maintain that you should contact me — " With eyes still hazardously limited, Kieran inclined across the table until they were nose to nose. " I will touch you whenever and however I please." She just snapped because of all the stress, horror, and rage that had built up. I don't want to be shackled to a brute, raped by a stranger, or pawed at, especially by a man who wants to sell my kind into sexual slavery! Lyla could scarcely accept she had shouted out her sentiments, and right away squeezed her hand over her mouth, gazing at the fuming male with terrified eyes. There was no doubt about the next step. Returning to the nest they had built in her heat, Kieran stood and removed her from her seat. He began to peel away from his clothing as soon as he removed the stolen shirt from over her head. He could control her so easily, which was unfair. Lyla was trembling as she was pressed nude into the cold, sticky fabric, but she was too proud to apologize or beg. Without a doubt, it was pointless. She was hit by Kieran's naked weight, and his hand stroked her swollen nipple until she squirmed. "Raped?" Kieran growled in a monstrous voice. Little one, you screamed and begged. If I didn't fuck you when you wanted to be mounted, you scratched and snarled. Have you misplaced it? I'll remind you. His thick thighs were wide open, and his hand slipped in between the trembling legs. Before he put his scarred lips on her ear, pressed his chest against hers, and let out the slow animal growl that made her scream, she was as dry as a desert. Her folds developed smoothly, her body intuitively noting the call of her alpha. While the omega wriggled inanely to escape, he tugged and teased her labia, spreading her secretions, and encircled the nerves at the apex of her sex. She screamed when his cock was stuck inside her because she was so enraged and frustrated that she was twitching each time he pinched her little bud. Her cry was much more than just her escalating rage. The unwelcome hunger that was inflicted upon her by her paired alpha's growls and touches was positively dripping from it. With his silver eyes fixed on hers, Kieran began to pump his hips while holding her hands pinned to her head. He grinned as he rehearsed his growl and felt her blood around his cock. The thread hummed with a sense of accomplishment as each thrust filled that slick vise and stretched it. Between pleasure-filled gasps and prolonged moans, Lyla called out her hatred and cursed him into the pits of hell when it became too much, when she was unable to contain the waves of compelled ecstasy. Kieran simply laughed and fucked her even harder, pistoning his hips in the manner that he had learned his little omega preferred. She came in with a willful moan, still yelling profanities and in a state of coerced rapture until only his name was on her lips. "Kieran..." The knot grew, and as soon as her muscles began rhythmically clenching to extract his seed, he pushed his cock as far as it could go. Lyla was lost in her greedy pussy milking his cock until she was pooling with the stuff as she observed him grunt like a beast and felt the thick, spurted ropes of cream. Kieran demanded bluntly, "Whose name did you call as you came?" as the knot persisted as he looked into the disoriented green eyes. Lyla was on the verge of a powerful climax that would shake her to her core and leave her unable to breathe. "Yours," she said softly, trying not to cry. "Since I'm your alpha." "It was nearly a roar. You want to have sex with me! Do you comprehend?" Shaking her head, her lower lip trembling, Lyla talked about reality. " I cannot comprehend." "Then allow me to show you again," Kieran said, unfazed by the challenge. He gently coaxed and stroked her after the knot had subsided, his thrusts deliberate and slow. He played her body like a violin, made every sound a happy woman could make, gave her an orgasm that started slowly and lasted a long time, and watched her like a cat watches a mouse hole. Her hands began to reach for him in a sex-induced daze to stroke his back and trace the lines of his horrifying tattoos, and it went on for hours as he stripped away all of her trivial convictions until she was too exhausted to fight back. At the point when his point had been completely made, Kieran held her against him and murmured as he petted, compensating the unruly omega for settling down.