Corrupted (Alpha's Claim Book 5) Addison Cain (beautiful books to read txt) 📖

Nothing could be this easy. Jules Havel was going to claim a price from her later—a great one—as Brenya was going to overreach. “Annette, First wife of Ancil, Security Chief of Bernard Dome, and her newborn son, Matthieu. They will go to Greth.”

Ancil was already shouting in outrage, pushing his weight forward yet bodily restrained by the Alphas at his side.

But Brenya was not finished. She looked Shepherd dead in the eye. “As Jules has chosen to continue his residence in Bernard, you will need a pilot to deliver your orange trees and new citizens. My former tech, George Gerard, will fly your ship and remain in Greth as well.”

It was Jacques' turn to rage, though unlike Ancil, no one dared attempt to hold him back. Rushing forward to address Chancellor Shepherd, he barked, “I do not agree with the release of George Gerard. I will provide another to pilot the ship.”

“Jules, the queen sends her regards to your mate. Ms. Perin,” Shepherd said, ignoring Jacques’ bluster and pomp, “I believe you will be a worthy match for my brother.”

The screen went dark, those men who had not been previously shouting joining in the melee. So much noise in so small a room, yet Brenya ignored it. Just as she ignored the hands of an Alpha shaking her, as she ignored her name being shouted in her ear.

Cerulean eyes fringed by dark lashes glowed with a life that might only belong to the dead. His lips parted, and his price was claimed. “Your keeping and all rights to you now belong to me.”

Snarling, a hand taller than the Beta, Jacques pushed Brenya bodily behind him. “That was not what we agreed!”

As if no immediate threat to Jules' safety snarled and spat, Jules offered a calm and even, “Monsieur Carlin, please escort my bride to our new quarters. Jacques, you may accompany her and explain the contract you signed before the members of parliament in this room. At no time will Ms. Perin be left alone with you. Should I find her soiled before I might consummate the marriage, I will have your testicles removed.”

Red-faced, spittle flying, Jacques roared, “You think you are the first challenger I have had for my position? You reach too far. The Dome will not back a foreign Beta usurper.”

Unmoved, unflinching, Jules Havel made his position clear. “I believe it appropriate that you refer to me as Commodore.”

20

The room was overly crowded, which clearly agitated his Omega. Hovering near, so his shape might blot out the members of parliament who had escorted them to the Red Room, so Brenya might stop glaring at Ancil, Jacques pressed a kiss to her hair.

“Mon chou, I want you to remember what we shared tonight.” Feverish lips at her ear, Jacques Bernard whispered so no other traitorous present member of parliament might hear. “I can feel you shaking. Please, my love, don’t be afraid. Hush now.”

His mate didn’t answer, worrying her lip as her doe eyes jumped from one part of his dead brother’s apartments to another.

Jacques hated this room. Everything was in shades of red. Ironically fitting, considering the amount of blood that had spilled from the windbag when Jacques had torn him apart for the title of Commodore.

With his last brother dead, Jacques had chosen new apartments, breaking with tradition by rejecting the room of all those who had come before him. His right as Commodore. A new, glorious era for Bernard Dome.

Under his rule, all had thrived.

Fitting that a foreign rebel who had the audacity to assume a title meant power would want to sleep in the quarters of a bygone era.

It meant nothing!

Bernard Dome knew who owned them. They knew who to thank for what they had, the luxuries they had indulged in, the pussy, the anus, the throat.

All orders came from Jacques Bernard—even the order for this illusory transfer in power.

And he had been good to his people. Generous to Parliament.

He knew how every last member liked to fuck, who they wanted in their beds, traded their daughters to their sons in advantageous matches that conserved power. He’d inundated them with the prettiest Beta servants and made sure disease was unable to spread at any of the elite brothels.

Even their wives had been serviced with treats, parties, gifts. Many of them, he had fucked personally when they had batted their eyelashes his way.

They would remember that when this new Beta tried to tempt them with platitudes they didn’t want.

All Central wanted was Omegas.

Omegas Jacques had already begun acquiring and having trained. Pure Bernard stock that would be conditioned for those he had handpicked to receive.

Clean slates like Brenya, these females could be taught to please in ways the uppity foreign Omegas turned their nose up at.

When Ancil had groused that Lucia refused anal sex, Jacques had laughed. And then he had shown his life-long friend and rival a projection of how he had taken Brenya’s ass in the bath only hours after sealing the pair-bond.

That was how an Alpha commanded his mate.

Damn the red room, damn the Beta Ambassador, damn Chancellor Shepherd. Damn them all!

His mon chou would be back in his bed and out of that hideous room. She would be ensconced and safe as he nurtured her into her purpose.

Back in his arms, back with her lips stretched around his dick. Cock hard with the need to scent her—hating that she had bathed, his leavings washed away—he dripped against his trousers. The air filled with his spice, with an enticement only an Alpha could provide to an Omega.

What did this Beta charlatan think he could possibly do with an Omega pussy? It was hysterically ridiculous. The man could not even knot. How was she to know pleasure?

Petting his darling Brenya, trying his best to soothe, Jacques murmured, “Just… relax and think of me. It will be over quickly. And then he is to assure you are properly tended by your Alpha, the marriage contract was exceedingly clear. This is only a minor,