Page 11 of Chosen (The Registry #2)

Chapter

Nine

DRAKEN

A murderous rage burns within my chest that I can’t pacify. If we weren’t on the plane I would have shifted and taken a run to cool off. Instead, I’m pacing the length of the aisle to burn energy.

“My Lord, can I fix you another drink?” the flight attendant appears behind me.

“Leave me be. I will summon you if you’re needed.” I snarl the words, unable to keep the aggression out of my tone.

“Of course, my Lord.” She scurries away.

I’d made it one of my goals when I became the leader of Sector 10 to be fair to the workers beneath me but sometimes, I forget myself and speak too plainly when my words should be more measured.

Braeden has pointed this out to me on several occasion. But after seeing the deep gashes in my breeder’s backs, most of which were so deep, that they clearly hadn’t been given proper treatment at the time of her injury.

Angry scars crisscross her back in diagonal and horizontal patterns. Some of the marks had created sunken flesh while others had turned to dark puffy keloids.

I carried my own scars from the many battles I’d fought over my lifetime, but they were minor compared to the ones on my breeder’s back.

How she’d managed to survive those injuries spoke of a fortitude that I would find admirable in my comrades, but for her to endure them as a homo sapien is beyond belief.

It makes me wonder if that was the reason she has a murder flag in her file. By our laws, I’m obligated to see to her execution because she’s not guaranteed a trial. But since she’s my breeder that raises extenuating circumstances.

Still, I’m not sure why seeing those scars on her back has angered me to the point I want to rip someone’s head off. She’s simply a breeder. I’m not supposed to be drawn to her beyond the heirs she will provide for me.

Yet, while we were in the car leaving Magnus’s manor, it took every bit of will power I possessed to not pull her into my arms and bury myself between her thighs.

While I didn’t recognize the exact scent emitted, I could discern one thing.

The smell of her pussy. There was a sweet tanginess to it that wafted to my nostrils, begging me to taste it.

But by the time, I nearly gave in to these carnal cravings, she’d fallen asleep. I didn’t wanted to disturb her and be accused of being the animal. I’ve been called that all my life.

The Beast.

I know what others thought of me. They believed I was too hotheaded and acted before I thought.

Some even questioned my right to be the Sector Leader and believed that I should have allowed Braeden to rule in my stead.

He is the former Sector Leader’s son. He has the lineage the pedigree but I have the strength to protect my sector and I’m willing to learn.

Over the years, I’ve taught myself not to care what others thought about me. But I didn’t want to disturb the breeder’s sleep for some reason. The car ride to the airfield was pure torture.

I practically had to plug my nostrils so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by her tempting scent. In order to bear it, I had to open the window and keep my head close to it to get some fresh air. Because otherwise, I’d pounce on her.

When we arrived at my private plane, the Enforcer who’d traveled with me offered to carry her on the plane and I nearly ripped his head off at the thought of him putting his hands on her.

I’ve never been so instantly possessive over anyone and I found it unsettling. I’d carried her to the bedroom, only daring to look down at her face once. She was incredibly beautiful, more so than I was comfortable with.

I’d quickly deposited her on the bed and headed to the front to order one of the flight attendants to undress her so that she could rest comfortably.

I had intended to remain in the front of the cabin and delve deeper into her file to figure out the mystery of my new breeder.

But when I pulled up the file of her mobile file device, my mind continued to drift as I thought about her delicate features and that incredible scent. I’d barely slept during my trip to Sector 2 so I found myself drifting off as well.

I was awakened by the shrill sound of a scream.

Jumping to my feet, I raced back to the bedroom and saw my breeder sitting up, her expression disoriented and her breathing ragged.

I’m not sure how it happened but the next thing I know, she’s sliding out of bed and undressing.

I had not planned on fucking her before making it back home because I wanted to make sure she was given a proper examination by my physician and that she was settled in.

But I found myself mesmerized by her body that was even more perfect I believed it to be when I first saw her.

The shapeless dress she’d worn earlier did her figure no justice.

Her breasts were larger than what I thought without her clothing, they were round and inviting, capped with pert nipples and areolas that were onyx, a gorgeous contrast to her dark brown skin.

Her waist was so tiny I was certain I could wrap my hands around it.

It flared out to generous hips and shapely legs.

I still thoughts she was skinnier than I preferred but I figured after some hearty meals back home, that would give her the extra weight she needed to remain healthy.

Having seen the front of her, I wanted to see all of her, she was mind after all, so I commanded her to turn around.

Never in all my years could I have anticipated what her back would look like.

It was clear whoever she served last wasn’t above handling their companions roughly.

There are no specific guidelines for how companions are handled in most sectors because it is usually seen as a desirable position.

Companions were selected based on their attractiveness.

Some were just used for show while others were required to perform sexual duties.

But it wasn’t seen as a hardship because those companions usually enjoyed a lifestyle that their fellow homo sapiens did not.

To my understanding there were some companions who weren’t bedded at all, they were simply around to look attractive and attend events.

They lived in relative comfort and not much labor was required.

However there was an understanding that the Master could do what they wanted with their companions.

I’m sure some Masters are harder on their companions than others.

But this…it was…an abuse I hadn’t seen suffered by someone in her position before.

I wanted…no needed to touch the scars to confirm that my eyes hadn’t deceived me. My hands trembled when I touched her warped flesh. Most of my reign as Sector Leader, I’ve been accused of being a beast, a monster even. But I have never harmed a female in this manner.

Despite the anger welling within my chest because someone had brutalized her, I’m seduced by that lovely scent once again and to my shame, my cock hardens. I pull her to me, to breathe in her fragrance.

It was only when she made a sound that to my ears was distress did I release her. Was I no better than the animal they accused me of being? I needed to put as much distance between her and myself as possible.

But now I have a new dilemma. I would eventually have to couple with her to get my heirs. But would I be able to take her without losing control?

It’s late evening by the time the plane lands in Sector 10.

The sun is setting on the horizon and will soon be replaced by a crescent moon.

I immediately relax as soon as my vehicle pulls into the garage of my fortress.

This ride wasn’t as much of an ordeal because I had put my breeder in a separate vehicle so that I could breathe comfortably on the way here.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax with her so close.

Once the vehicle stops, I don’t wait for the driver to get out to open the door for me. There is a line of Enforcers and servants lined by a gold carpet that leads to the back entrance.

“Welcome back My Lord,” Johra, my personal attendant, steps forward and greet me with a bow.”

As always he’s dressed in one of the multi-colored suits he favors with a blood red hooded fur coat.

A tall slender superious , he has one side of his head shaved and the other side is shoulder length and dyed green.

He’s what my cousin calls flamboyant. Johra’s outfits have been a bone of contention with Braeden since he started working for me.

I don’t care how he presents himself as long as he takes care of his tasks.

“My breeder is here. I trust that you’ve followed the instructions I’ve sent ahead.”

He hesitates. “I’ve had two maids assigned to her and some outfits for her to choose from until she’s properly measured by a seamstress. There was however a bit of an issue in her room selection.”

I raise a brow and wait for him to relay the problem.

“There must have been a miscommunication because I thought you had wanted to have the breeder’s room on the same floor as you. But I was informed the breeder would be on the floor with the companions.”

“Were my instructions not clear?”

“Well, Chancellor Braeden?—”

“Is not the Sector Leader. If you wish to be his attendant, that can be arranged.”

Johra shakes his head vehemently. “Of course not Sector Leader. I will see to the arrangements right now,” he says backing away.

“Don’t let this happen again. The next time I won’t be so lenient.”

“Of course not.”

He’s usually diligent in taking care of any tasks which is why he still has his position.

I turn to see my breeder standing by the car, wrapped in the fur lined cape I provided for her on the plane. She seemed so small and vulnerable. Something within my chest twinged. “Follow me, Jameshia.”

It’s the first time I’ve spoken her name and it seems to take her by surprise because she raised her head sharply.

“Jamie?” Comes her soft retort.

“Jamie,” she repeats.

I’d heard her family and Magnus call her this name.

It made no difference to me what she wanted to be called. “Fine. Follow me…Jamie.”

Once inside, I’m greeted by a maid who takes my coat.

Two other maids are waiting by the entrance with bowed heads.

One has long straight black hair, held back with white ribbon.

The other has curly light brown hair. “Welcome back My Lord,” they greet in unison.

I don’t recognize either one of them. There are hundreds of servants in the fortress, but at some point, I have seen most of them at least once.

I always make note of the people I come in contact with.

It’s one of the reasons I’ve been labeled an anomaly by some, I never forget a face or a scent and recognize neither on these women.

I give them a brief nod of acknowledgement and then focus my attention on Jamie. “Are you hungry? You didn’t eat anything on the plane.”

She raises her head and our eyes lock. I take an involuntary step away from her. Looking down into her eyes is unnerving and I don’t like feeling things I can’t explain.

“No,” she simply replies.

“That’s no, My Lord, to you,” the one with brown hair corrects her.

I turn my gaze to her.

“Did I give you permission to speak? What’s your name?”

“It’s Rhea, My Lord, and my apologies for speaking out of turn. It’s just that we were assigned to the care of your new breeder. I meant no disrespect.”

“Who assigned you?”

“I did. Is there a problem?”

Braeden appears in formal attire. His suit is fashioned like an Enforcer’s but with gold embroidered designs on breast pockets of his shirt, jeweled buttons and a black fur-lined collar.

He wears dark hair cut just above his ears and styled in a way that makes it appear messy like he’d just risen from bed, but I know he has a barber who spends hours on his hair to make it right.

He claims his hair is one vanity, but he has many.

“Who are these two females? I’ve never seen them around the fortress.”

“They’re newly assigned. I thought to save you the trouble from dealing with assigning her a maid. I even gave her two, since she’s your precious breeder.”

“The Steward usually handles the assignments of the domestic servants. I’d sent the orders ahead and I entrusted him with them. Was there a reason for your intervention?”

A wave of red flushes Braeden’s face. “Do we need to have this conversation in front of the servants…cousin?”

He only throws our familial connection in my face when he feels I am being overbearing. Perhaps he was only trying to help and I am making a bigger deal of this than necessary. Why do I care so much that he’s taken over a task that needed to be done anyway.

Besides, that scent is starting to get to me again, and I need to put some distance between me and my breeder.

I say to the maids who’s heads are still bowed. “Take my breeder, to her room and see that she is settled in properly. I’ll have further instructions sent later.”

“Yes, My Lord,” the say in unison.

The one with dark hair grabs Jamie by the arm and pulls her away. I’m not sure if it’s because I barely got any rest on the plane or not, but I thought she used more force than necessary to escort Jamie away.

No, surely I imagined it. Besides, what did I care, she was simply a means to an end.

Once they are out of my sight, I feel I can breathe again. Her smell gets fainter the further away she gets.

“You’re never going to shake that beastly reputation of yours if you continue to frighten the servants.”

Braeden is the only one who would dare call me a beast to my face. He’s the only one I’d allow because he was by my side at my worst.

“Make sure you run it by me before you make new assignments in the fortress.”

“I didn’t believe you’d be interested in such minute details.”

“There are no minute details when it comes to my breeder. She will have my heir.”

Braeden purses his lips and narrows his eyes. “About that. I tried to access her file and I’m blocked from seeing it.”

I tilt my head to the side to make sure I’d heard him correctly.

There’s absolutely no reason he’d need to look through Jamie’s file.

I was the only one allowed access to her file.

I’d put a block on her profile to keep people out of our sector from viewing it.

I didn’t think I needed it to keep Braeden out as well.

“What need do you have to access her file?”

“What need do you have to block it?” he retorted.

“I have my reasons.”

“Care to fill me in on them?’

His line of questioning irritates me. He’s served as my advisor for as long as I’ve been Sector Leader but perhaps it was time to set some boundaries. “No. I don’t think you do.”

When he opened his mouth to speak I hold up my hand. “I’ve just returned from a long trip. I’d like to rest and don’t wish to discuss this matter further.”

I walk past him, without a glance behind.