No.
No.
No.
But her feet were touching the ground, her gelatinous, spongy legs long past fatigue. Useless things that, if it weren’t for the Beta’s support, would have left Brenya’s ass on the floor.
She yawned. Blinked.
Light in the corridor flickered. Or… at least… her perception of it did.
It was a soft whisper between them, Brenya oddly woozy. “I don’t want to be here.”
“Me neither,” he said with a smile, the soft one Jules shared only with her. “But here we are, and it will get easier for both of us with practice.”
In her distraction, her muddled thinking, her inability to properly stand, Jules slowly began to back her into a room.
One where a seething male was imprisoned.
In Jacques’s care, the Alpha had fed her too much wine on occasion. That too had muddled her thoughts in the same way, leaving Brenya a slurring ragdoll.
“He’s going to kill you, Jules. You know that, right? One of these days, he’ll kill you, and he’ll take me back. He’ll make mehave babies. He’ll make me suck his cock. He’ll make me sad and?—”
“Shh, no, my love.” The words so certain, the foundation she could build on if only she would listen. Jules speaking louder so the Alpha behind her might hear. “If he kills me, he’d be killing you too.He knows that.”
Shaking her head, hardly noticing that they were moving, that he was slowly, cautiously backing her into a room that smelled like everything she’d ever needed in life.
Leading her confused, malfunctioning brain deeper into danger… danger who asked a velvet question. “Don’t youwantbabies, Brenya?”
Alpha presence slipped down her spine like the blade of a guillotine, severing her from the drug-like daze Alpha pheromones were having on her, pulling her back into harsh, skull-crushing reality.
Her back met a wall of glass.
An Alpha inhaling deeply at her back was not a hallucination. She heard how it rasped through something small and hollow, felt the pull of wind at her hair.
Whites of her eyes showing, she tried to push away and scream, but Jules held her flush, his body pressing hers to Jacques’s containment, his voice in her ear as the Alpha sniffed and sniffed and sniffed through tiny holes in the glass.
“Let him smell. He needs it as much as you do.”
She was breathing too fast, too shallow. Vision sharpened, softened, sharpened.
There was a rattle in her breast.
Alpha purr distorted by perforated glass. Impotent. Off pitch. Strange.
Because Jacques could not reach her with more than his breath.
He was right there behind her, no doubt pressed up to the glass like she was, but he couldn’t reach her.
Jules had promised.
Jules, who was not purring. Who didn’t pollute her thoughts or the air with his demands… unlike Jacques.
“Mon chou, please look at me. I need to see that you’re well.” The Alpha’s voice cracked. Never had Brenya heard the mighty Jacques’s voice crack. Never had he displayed desperation… not like this.
He sounded… hurt.
Not offended. Not arrogant. Not retaliatory.
