Brannock passes me the last bag of blood, and I stare at it in wonder. It looks like it has glitter flakes floating in it. I pierce my fang through it and slurp it down, and I just about burst out of my skin. Holy fuckety fuck.
Power zings through my body, and I jolt in surprise, looking at Zeydan. I haven’t drunk from him yet, but I bet this is what his blood feels like. It’s fucking powerful.
“Wow, look at that wound heal,” Tirrian mumbles behind me.
“I’ve never seen something heal so fast. That must be very powerful blood.”
Zeydan frowns and takes the empty bag out of my hand, peering at the label. “Subject twenty-three, female. Species unknown. Who did this blood come from?” He shakes the bag at the scientist, who shrinks back in fear.
“One of the females. No matter how much she was tortured, she never divulged anything, much to Agent Smith’s disgust,” he sneers, his own repugnance at Smith evident. “The weird thing is, anyone else probably would have died from the torture, but she just kept regenerating. They talked about decapitating her and shredding her heart, but they didn’t want to risk that she wouldn’t regenerate. She’s a favorite and has been forcibly bred. Smith desperately wanted an army of invincible soldiers.”
“She was raped?” Tirrian growls, and the man visibly shakes.
“Yes, but there was only one alien male who volunteered for the job. All the other male captives were repulsed by the suggestion, and some of the guards also had a go. She is very attractive and doesn’t seem to have any strange body parts. They said it was no hardship.”
“She didn’t fight back?” Saxon sounds ill, and the scientist shakes his head.
“She was restrained, and we have a chemical that blocks alien powers.”
“Who was this male?” I ask, wriggling in Brannock’s arms so he will let me stand. I feel fucking amazing—homicidal but amazing—and now I want to know who to aim my divine wrath at.
“He’s in the next breeding block, through that door. He looks just like him.” He points at Brannock. “But, well, with his anatomy, we couldn’t allow him to destroy the breeding stock.The only reason Smith let him was because the female healed the damage the male did when he found his release.”
“Oh my god.” I feel sick. That poor female. She would have been ripped to shreds. Hell, I’m ripped to shreds, but my body is made for it, and it feels good. It must have been pure torture.
Brannock roars, and his body switches from his normal form to his berserker form, and all the other guys back out of the way.
“Oh fuck, Lila, you have to do something, or he will kill everyone in sight,” Xavier shouts at me as Tirrian drags Ghosie out of the path of Brannock’s rage.
“But what? Only fucking worked last time. I can’t do that now,” I shout.
“Fucking or fighting,” Saxon shouts. “Quick, which way to the male who participated in the rape,” he demands of the scientist.
“Through the next door, there’s another room like this. He’s in breeding room twenty-six. He is on his own at the moment because he can’t be trusted with any of the other females.”
Brannock roars and starts heading for the two frozen captives.
“Lila, we need those two alive. Distract him.” Zeydan goes to step in front of Brannock, but he just bats him away like he’s an annoying fly. Zeydan, eyes wide with surprise, flies through the air and slams against one of the breeding room doors with a thud. He groans as he slides down it, looking dazed when he stops.
I wave a hand, and my armor disappears, leaving me naked. I let my Aaz’axian form wash over me and jump in front of my rampaging mate, drawing his attention.
“Whoa, what is she?” I hear the scientist ask, but everyone ignores him in our desperate need to deal with the rampaging alien.
“How do we open the cell?” Tirrian asks, running through the medical facility to open the far door.
“His handprint.” He points at the frozen guard. Saxon doesn’t fuck around, he draws his sword and slices off the man’s hand, catching it before it can hit the ground.
“Here.” He holds it out to me.
“Fuck no,” I shout.
“Toss it to me,” Tirrian calls, and Saxon yeets the hand across the room. It flies like a bullet, and Tirrian snatches it out of the air, the droplets of blood landing on the spotless white floors and pristine metal benches.
“Go, Lila, go! I’ll stay here and keep an eye on Ghosie until he comes around,” Xavier commands, and I back away from berserker Brannock, knowing it’s going to trigger his predatory instincts. Sure enough, he bellows loudly and comes at me.
I squeak and run, my surroundings a blur at my speed, but I reach the next breeding room and screech to a halt. Tirrian has already used the hand to open cell twenty-six. Another male Aaz’axian steps out. He’s in his natural form, and his color is duller than Brannock’s, but he has one of those control collars around his neck. I bet this is the asshole who gave up Brannock and Chloe. Karma really is a glorious bitch.
His eyes lock on me and widen before narrowing with undisguised greedy glee. “A female. They found me a female. Get over here, bitch, so I can ruin your cunt. I won’t have to wait for the little one to get older,” he demands. Is he talking about Chloe? Oh fuck, I’m tempted to attack the male myself, but an ear-splitting howl sounds out from behind me.
