The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Vivian’s POV

The last hour had been tough on Jessica, the men were working on his back and ribs. She lifted her back off the table, breathing hard, before she dropped back down. When she did, I smelled blood. “HELP!! TERI, ANYONE!” I yelled through the closed door, hoping they would hear.

This was bad, we both smelled it, we both knew what it meant. I lifted the blanket, it was stained in blood, her underwear soaked in it already. “Vivian… remember your promise. Save the baby. Name her Eve, care for her as your own.”

“I will,” I said as I pulled the tray over. The bleeding was getting worse, I had no time to do anything else. She screamed as I cut her stomach open with the scalpel.

“Tell Carson… I love him… I’m sorry,” she said before she passed out.

“You’ll tell him yourself,” I said as I frantically worked to expose her uterus. I cut through, delivering her girl, clamping the cord in two places and cutting between it. I ran over to the incubator, placing her inside and turning it on. I opened the oxygen cylinder that fed the CPAP machine, getting the air flow started that would allow her to breathe.

I’d keep an eye on her as I worked.

Going back to Jessica, I quickly clamped all the arteries leading to her uterus. The placenta was already detaching, I pulled it out and went to work. Teri rushed in. “Oh God…”

“Grab those bags of blood out of the fridge and hang them,” I said. I kept clamping, using the suction to find the bleeders. I got a bag going, but it was too late. I looked over at the incubator, the baby was in distress.

I dropped the clamps and went to the incubator instead. “Teri, hold her hand, be with her,” I said as I opened up the cover to get at Eve. She was struggling to breathe, I cleared her mouth and throat again, adjusting the settings to force a little more air in. Her chest wasn’t that strong, it couldn’t expand easily, and the machine helped with that. Once she was breathing better and her color improved, I wiped the blood and other fluids from her skin and connected the monitors I would need. By the time I was done, I knew Jessica was gone.

Teri was sobbing loudly, her face next to Jessica’s. I pulled off my gloves, walking over I closed her eyes and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Eve is beautiful,” I told her, “and she will be loved. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you both,” I said as I pulled the sheet over her.

Teri was clinging to me, her clothes soaked with blood. “Viper needs to know. Change out of those, extra scrubs are in the cabinet by the door, and go tell him.” She nodded, leaving a minute later. I busied myself in cleaning up the mess, knowing that if I stopped doing something, I’d break down completely.

I used towels to get most of the blood, putting them in a garbage bag from under the sink. I cleaned her body as best I could, placing her placenta back inside. I stitched her up quickly, just enough to hold everything until she could be burned.

There was a knock on the door, Viper asked to come in. He came to hug me, but I held him off. “I’m a mess,” I said. “We need to clean her before anyone else sees her.”

While he went to the sink, I pulled off my scrubs and went into the small bathroom attached to the clinic. I quickly showered, the water red with her blood as I washed arterial spray out of my hair and face. My tears ran down with the colored water, my emotions threatening to crush me. I pushed them aside for now. Stepping out and quickly dressing in scrubs and canvas shoes, I walked back into the room. Viper had wiped down her body and was removing the soiled sheet from under her. I took out a mop, quickly cleaning the floor and washing the blood down the drain. When we were both ready, I opened a body bag on the floor and we set her into it.

“She didn’t deserve this,” I said as I zipped it up. “I failed her.”

We moved her back up onto the table, then Viper pulled me into a hug. “You did what you could in a difficult circumstance, Vivian. You saved her child, just like she asked you to. Now, you care for her.”

“Eve,” I said. “She named her Eve.”

“She’s beautiful,” he said. “Just like her mother.”

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Carson’s POV

I focused on the drop of blood as it slowly moved down my nose. Starting from between my eyes where the men had hit me with a brass knuckle, it took twenty-two seconds for the drop to make it to the end of my nose. From there, as my head hung forward, it took another nine seconds before it dropped to the floor.

I was rocking slowly back and forth, watching the pool of blood a foot below my bare toes. The last round of beatings had been a doozy, they had worked my legs and stomach with a baseball bat. My right leg was heavily bruised, the kneecap cracked. My left leg wasn’t much better. All they wanted to know was where DeWalt was, they wanted her like a man in the desert wants water. I could smell their fear, their desperation, and I fed off it. There was no way in hell I was going to give them an answer that could lead back to my mate.

I closed my eyes, remembering better times. The night she agreed to be my mate. Our first time making love. Watching her walk out of the surf in her bikini, the setting sun setting her blonde hair afire. I lost myself in the memories, ignoring the pain of my shoulders and legs as I thanked Luna for having her as my mate.

The moment was broken when the men came back in. “Ready to talk yet?” The Beta, a hulking and scarred man in his forties, came to stand in front of me. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head up to look at him.

I’d saved the blood and spit in my mouth, and the stream hit him in the cheek. “I’ll talk about how I’m going to kill you,” I said.

He wiped the pinkish slime from his face, a grin coming to his face. “I was hoping you would say that,” he said. One of his goons went to the winch on the wall, pressing a button to lower me until my toes just scraped the ground. “Your legs and back workout is done, I thought we’d move on to chest and arms now,” he said.

“I only work chest and arms on even days, you don’t build muscle unless you give them time to recover. You’d think a steroid-rage, acne infested freak like you would know these things,” I teased.

He wrapped his fists with tape, clearly enjoying this. “The boss said we can’t kill you yet, but we can make you wish for it,” he said. He tossed the tape to the other goons. “Just tell us where Doctor DelMara is at, and the pain ends.”

“She’s dead, she died six years ago when her clinic was attacked and firebombed.”

“Don’t lie.” He started to work my exposed ribs, like a boxer working the bag. The heavy blows made it difficult to breathe, and I could feel the cracks as ribs broke under the assault. When the Beta tired, one of his men took over. They laughed as I was knocked around, taking their time, looking for spots that hadn’t been hit yet, so they could hear new cracks. I grunted and grit my teeth, not willing to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I had just taken a shot to the kidneys, I think one of my vertebrae cracked from the hit, and I was swinging from the impact. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my groin. I screamed in agony, trying to raise my legs, anything to ease the pain. “What did you do,” the Beta asked the man who was working me over.

“Nothing, I hadn’t even hit him!”

The pain went on for what seemed like forever, but probably was only a few minutes. The men who had been working me over stood back watching, wondering what it was that finally got me to scream in agony. When it was over, I slumped in the shackles, breathing painfully with my broken ribs, and sobbing.

“Ready to talk yet, Carson?”

My head hung down, sweat and blood dripping down my face. “Fuck you.”

“I don’t swing that way, but I’ll ask around. With so few women left, it’s becoming kind of popular.” He walked out laughing, clapping the shoulders of one of the guys before the door closed and locked. They left me in the darkness, naked, bleeding, bones broken, hanging from my wrists. I prayed to Luna like I never had before. I prayed for my daughter, for her to be kept safe from Packs like this. I prayed for Vivian, that she would never become the mate of a vile man like this Beta. I prayed for Jessica, that she would be strong enough for our daughter when I don’t return. Finally, I prayed for the strength to resist them and to die honorably.

The pain was intense, my neck and shoulder felt like it was on fire all of the sudden. I screamed in agony as it moved from deep inside, setting every nerve ending alight. I’d seen it before, I knew exactly what it was as I screamed my loss to the Moon herself.

My beloved Jessica was gone.

Denise’s POV

I couldn’t do anything without permission and an escort.

Alpha Philip Stanton had me guarded like a prisoner with an escape record, even though with the mark and the baby belly there was no chance at that. I hated my life, but I loved the child within me. My baby was innocent of all this, he or she would kill me, but I would gladly die if he or she could live.

I had been his mate for two years now. When our Pack was taken over, I and the other females were brought back to Wyoming to be “redistributed” as war spoils. My Charlie somehow escaped the battle, sparing me the indignity of being put onstage with the others to be picked from by the senior unmated in the group.

Instead, I was forced into sexual service of the lower ranks, those who had no chance to have their own mate. I spent the first four years with a chain on my leg in a room with a shower, toilet and bed, the silver preventing me from fighting back.

Then my Charlie died, my mark disappeared, and I was up for bidding. With my Beta blood, the Alpha took me as his next mate despite my age. Our first year I hadn’t become pregnant, this year I had.

None of the males in this pack learned a damn thing year to year. Heats would come, they would get their women pregnant, the women would die. Instead of keeping their dicks in their pants, they would shuffle the deck- capture more women or kill mates of lower ranking women and take them- then start the whole thing over the next spring. And medical care? You’d think a Pack with people and resources would have doctors, nurses, lab staff and researchers devoted to finding a cure. They’d reach out to other Packs, creating a network of information exchange, an atmosphere of cooperation towards a common goal- finding a cure for this plague of death that threatens us all.

No, instead they killed the medical staff in a rage over lost mates, attacked other Packs, and then wondered why none of the women survived. I may be force mated, I may have hated the man before he took me as his, but I was no idiot. We were circling the toilet like a floating turd, soon to disappear from the world.