Page 19 of Broken Triad

It's a private moment between the alien warrior who saved my planet and the woman who saved my life.

Rachel pushes herself to her feet, her robe falling to cover her body, and stares straight at Ra’al’s chest. The General’s cock is erect, pressing against his black robe, but unlike Orr, he’s totally in control.

“Sir, was that sufficient?” Her voice wavers. She endured the punishment, and she understands the game.

It’s better to look broken and subdued with brutal Fanatics. Any hint of defiance will only lead to further punishments.

The General barks out a command in the cold, harsh tone of the Aurelian language. Kriz walks to Rachel, his face blank but his robes tented outwards. It’s disgusting how they pretend they are better than us, when their own arousal is so obviously displayed. “You are coming with us. Can you walk, or do I carry you?” His voice is haughty, grating on my nerves. I don’t like these three much. I don’t like the way they’re forcing Rachel to pretend to be some cowed servant. At least Krazak and his triad know they are animals. These three look down their noses at us.

They are going to learn a lesson in the strength of humans, if they think they can break her.

“Yes, sir, I can walk.” I hate seeing her like this. She could have been free, but she traded herself willingly in my place because she thinks I am weak. She thinks Krazak and his men would have broken me.

Maybe she was right. I pray she keeps some hidden reserve of strength. If anyone can survive a triad of Aurelian conquerors, it’s her.

The big beast Orr steps behind her and runs his finger over the nape of her neck, his hand wrapping slowly around her throat as he pulls her against his body, pressing her against his powerful chest and throbbing cock. He keeps his hand wrapped around her neck as his other hand slides down the front of her robe, pinching her nipple, and making her cheeks flush red.

I want to look away, but I force myself to watch, to witness what I damned her to.

Then the huge alien warrior reaches down between her robe and toys with her between her legs, bringing his wet, glistening fingers up and sucking them as he tastes her arousal.

When he lets go, Rachel stumbles on shaky legs. I want to go to her. I want to give her some comfort, but she must hate me, now that she’s realized the true cost of saving me.

Rachel walks over the broken gate and out of the garden without even looking at me. I wipe tears from my eyes, knowing that the rest of her life will be as a captive to the beasts, and that she won my freedom with the only thing she had to sell.

All of herself.

And if the alien triad is right and that she’s their Mate, she’ll be Bonded to them for thousands of years as their prize possession.

Kriz strides in front of her as she leaves, with Ra’al and Orr behind, their bodies forming a protective shield around her. They cross the courtyard towards the front gates.

I gulp as I realize that Khra, Krazak and Bolden haven’t moved. The alien Generals are leaving those three around us?

“Kat. Come with us,” comes the voice of one of the Aurelians from the courtyard.

Kat isn’t the kind of woman to be bossed around, but she looks over at Krazak’s triad, then to the General’s, making a quick mental calculation. Without a word, she follows Rachel out, her steps light and lithe. The group leaves through the front gate, and not long after, the sleek black attack ship of the Aurelians takes off, beelining towards the Royal City.

The Palace and the world belongs to the Fanatics now—and every woman in it.

I keep my eyes on a rose bush, the only safe place to look in the garden. Even glancing over at the three brutes is dangerous.

I have to trust that these Fanatics have some strange, warped sense of honor. That they’ll agree to the demands of their Generals—but the way those three talked to Krazak and his men was not as superiors to underlings. It was as equals, and I pray that Rachel’s bargain holds weight.

Krazak must be a trusted soldier indeed if Ra’al left him with me.

“Tomorrow you all go to the Royal City.” Krazak’s voice is flat and strange, distant, as if he’s speaking from the other side of the stone walls. “The road will be cleared of all threats. An automated wagon will come to take you to safety. Once in the city, you will have the choice—work and provide, or offer yourself at the breeding auction. Few of you will be chosen by warriors. Most will have to work shifts in the fields or the factories.” I watch the alien from the corner of my eye. He gazes out seemingly through the stone walls towards the city. “We will protect you tonight.”

There’s no heat in his voice. His words are flat. I glance over at him furtively, and his gaze glazes over me as he stomps out of the garden, leaving the nine of us alone, shaking and overwhelmed.

Letty clears her throat. “I’m…I’m sorry for my words earlier. I don’t know what got into me and…”

“You were panicked. It’s normal. We’ll be safe tonight with the triad protecting us. We can rest. We all need it.”

The other eight of them are safer with the triad here to protect them from Scorp. They file out of the garden, walking as if robots towards the servants’ quarters, leaving me alone with my tortured thoughts. I take a huge breath in, and walk out of the garden, trying not to look at the huge bootprints on the ground, the warped front entrance where an Aurelian used his brute strength to pull apart wrought iron, or the dead, still-twitching bodies of the Scorp.

My world was ripped apart.

We’ve been thrown into chaos. The only thing that can stand up to the storm is the triad of Aurelians who both hate me and want me, who took me as their possession and lost me a moment later.

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