Page 120 of Jagged Souls

Is he being bred like me? Forced to take ricks so he can fuck the female wolves who are capable of birthing hybrids?

“Is there a Shadow brother here?” I ask.

“We’re not supposed to tell you –”

“Please,” I say, knowing there’s good in him. “He’s only here because he tried to save me. Is he okay?”

There’s a heavy pause, then he sighs. “He’s doing better than you.”

“He’s on the boat? Can I see him?” I flinch at the word ‘see.’

“Maybe one day… If you’re good. Antonio rewards those who obey him. He’s strict, and he can be cruel, but he’s also fair.”

“He just wants to hurt me to get to Varius.”

“You’re more valuable as a breeder. Play your hand right, and you might just convince him to keep you alive and in one piece.”

I snort as I wave a hand at my eyes. “It’s too late.”

Ever so softly, he says, “There’s so much more he can take from you.”

A chill runs through me, and the air thickens, suffocating any other attempt at conversation. I finish my meal. The bowl is taken away. Bear retreats, and Sadist comes back into the room with another vial of V.

I fight him, trying to get him hard so he doesn’t force the potion down my throat.

But though his cock presses into me, so does the vial, and I am lost to the addiction again.

For five days, he keeps me high every moment I’m not eating or sleeping. My body is well past being mine, and I am starting to crave the enhanced orgasms as much as I am escape.

But I still fight the administration of V.

And I still refuse to beg Sadist for his cock.

On the evening of day six, everything changes. When Sunny crawls onto the bed to rape me, he stops right before he penetrates me. He presses his face against my neck and inhales. I can feel his smile, and I justknow. Even through the haze of the V demanding me to spread my legs and think of nothing else, Iknow.

My stomach drops.

A scream builds from the deepest part of my soul.

Hopping off me, he says, “She’s pregnant.”

I jerk against my binds as the scream erupts, breaking every piece of me on its way out. My body convulses from the sheer force of it, the pain tearing me apart. An ear-splitting noise of raw, primal agony.

The sound of a mother who’s just lost her child all over again.

Who’s come back and found it replaced with a monster of the fae.

I scream myself hoarse as I thrash on the bed, wanting to rip the creature from my womb, to remove it from a place it should’ve never touched with its sickness. That’s Rafiki’s spot. That’s where she should still be, growing every day until she’s ready to come out and be held by her mother. My baby was taken from me, and now someone else is in her home, and that knowledge is breaking me apart.

Destroying me like Sadist never could.

I hate this child inside of me.

I want it out.

It’s a rape baby.

A monster’s baby.