Page 53 of Born to be Broken

Placing her hand atop his, Claire held his angry gaze and asked, “Do you suppose you are some paragon worthy of this child? You fucked Svana—”

His anger was growing dangerous. “I was trying to keep you safe.”

“Stop lying to yourself. Have you ever told her no, or do you do anything she wants just to please her? You enable her… and she thinks of herself as beyond reproach… because you worship her. I saw it myself! And for that perversion, she crafted you into what you are. A thing she owns: her unquestioning disciple.”

The villain roared right in her face. “Svana loves me!”

Claire was on some sort of high, past caring for the consequences of her words. “The same way you claim you love me… the kind of love that justifies infidelity and cruelty.”

The pain did not register, not at first, and considering the size of the Alpha it could have been a thousand times worse. The grip he had on her arm, the way he bent it back to remove it from his body, Claire ignored, reaching for his shoulder again, wanting him to hurt her.

The room moved, and a great crushing weight made it difficult to draw breath. His grip on her forearms left her hands almost purple, but green eyes held silver as she fought for the short stuttering breaths his mass would allow.

Whatever possessed him was cold in its rage, calculating in speech. “You will never speak of such things again.”

There was not enough breath to answer fully so she nodded her head and hissed the words, “It’s the truth.”

Shifting enough so she might breathe, Shepherd snarled, “You will be punished. Corday will die.”

There was no anger or fear in her expression, simply unfathomable disappointment. “Look at me. Look at what you are doing.”

Shepherd stared down at the woman he was hurting. When she brought her other hand up to cup his face, ignoring the black marks already blooming on her skin, he did not stop her, but neither did he enjoy her touch.

“I am only trying to help you see, to understand the point you are missing,” Claire whispered, seeing that she had shaken him badly, hurt him.

He was unmoved. “You hate me.”

Success in warfare is gained by carefully accommodating ourselves to the enemy’s purpose. - Sun Tzu

“I am trying to be your mate. A woman you only took because Svana was unfaithful and you were in pain.”

The furious ache in her other arm abated, Shepherd lessened his grip. “I took you because you were meant to be mine. I could smell it on you.”

The warmth of her small hand slipped to his neck, to the ridge of muscles he once claimed hurt him, and she rubbed. “Had she remained faithful, would you have saved me from the mob?”

“What do you think you are doing?” Shepherd’s nostrils flared, and though he was furious, his cock lay hard as a rock against her thigh.

Claire stopped her touch. “I was only trying to soothe you as you do for me when I’m upset. When your emotions are calm, you will see that I am right.”

Growling, he jammed himself inside her in one sharp thrust. Claire grimaced, and braced herself. Shepherd, heavy inside her, cupped her face, snarling as he touched his forehead to hers. “This is how you may soothe me.”

He jerked and rocked her again, making her breath catch as she brought her aching arms up to embrace the raging Alpha. Overly rough, he snapped his hips, pounding away, practically howling when her slick eased his passage. “And you will scream my name every time I make you come!”

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Her entire body ached, even with warm water pouring over the fresh bruises. Overly attentive, Shepherd washed away the dried semen that made her sticky, which matted her hair, holding her to him as he bathed his mate.

They had both slept, tangled and sweaty from hours of fucking like animals. Even as she was now, her eyes were half-dilated as if still in a mating high, which was probably the only thing keeping the Omega from hissing at the touch of his hands on tender skin his zealous possession had rubbed raw.

Shepherd took her chin, drawing her sleepy eyes to his face. “I will not harm Corday.”

Flatly, Claire answered, “I knew you wouldn’t.”

The giant hesitated, the creases by his eyes betraying a smirk. “Did you?”

“If you hurt him, I would punish you as severely as I could.”

Shepherd’s amusement faded. “You would kill yourself.”