Ravaged Captive: A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Dark Romance (Wren's Song Book 4) by Addison Cain

Author:Addison Cain [Cain, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2019-05-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Seated in the chair Wren had come to recognize as Caspian’s favorite, the First Alpha slowly turned his head their direction. Kieran was not spared so much as a glance—not when all of Caspian’s attention was devouring her alive.

The dress…

Without so much as a hint of alteration to his expression, she could tell he hated it. But it also intrigued him for what it might stand for.

Of the three of them, this male most preferred to see his marks upon her pale skin, so he might touch, remember, and enjoy. Dressed as she was, it would require effort for him to reach what he believed he owned.

Though he most likely would rip the garment off, that in itself might amuse him. From the glow in his eyes, Wren was certain that very thought crossed his mind.

He would enjoy it.

Until he saw what was hidden underneath. And Caspian would see them, both the bite mark and the bruising on her rear.

“There is food for you on the table, pretty mouse.”

Food that smelled of heaven.

Wren would have fallen upon the offerings, eaten with abandon, but Kieran still had a hold of her wrist, stopping her excited momentum forward with grip of iron. Stiff, the Second growled lowly, and seemed to fight his impulse to yank her back to his side.

Caspian saw it all, yet still his face remained impassive. Still he kept to his great chair.

Eyeing the abundant spread, enough mouthwatering dishes waiting to feed an army, Wren yanked lightly on her arm.

Muscle in his jaw ticking, it clearly took Kieran a great deal of effort to lift his fingers one at a time from her wrist. And off she went to the table, impatient to be free of the Second, eager to have an excuse not to look upon the First, but mostly famished.

Pastries and meat—steaming meat seasoned with herbs. Root vegetables, salads, sauces, all the decadence the typical green sludge was not. Though, had Caspian offered her barrels of sludge, she would have sucked it down to fill the hole in her belly.

The unseen rise of his brow colored Caspian’s question. “Did you not feed her?”

A deadpan, was offered in reply. “I fed her often.”

Even with warm food in her mouth, a chill crept up Wren’s spine at Kieran’s tone.

Swallowing the food stuffed in her cheeks, she reached for a folded napkin, wiped her hands, and turned around.

“Keep eating, mouse.” Even moderate, there was something under Caspian’s order. “And don’t forget your dessert under the silver dome.”

Both males were watching her in very different manners, Wren’s eyes darting from one to the other. Caspian was calculating, lounging in his chair. Kieran was ominous, staring at her as he was wont to do.

Still hungry, Wren hesitated. That was when she looked past her own discomfiture to notice the room. It was more than the table laden with fine cuisine. It was the stale nature of the place.

It was the bed adorned with the finest nest she’d ever built—still intact. A

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