‘Human’ sounded as if it were a sneer from his tone. A cold, dark gaze ran down her body again before the man turned his head, jerking a nod at one of the three big men with him.

“Get her things.”

The man moved around Volder and literally pushed a stunned Brenda out of the doorway making her stumble back. The man walked into the house, sniffed loudly, and paused. Ali appeared from the other side of the house at that moment and Brenda met the other woman’s stunned look.

“What is going on here? Who are you?” Ali moved forward quickly trying to reach Brenda.

Volder walked into the house. “Back off,” he snarled. “I am here to collect the troublesome human. Show my officer to her room to get her things now, female.” Ali paled. “Troublesome? Are you Volder? You are not expected until tomorrow.” Volder snarled. “Do as you are told. Show him to her room to collect her things.” Ali jerked her alarmed look to Brenda but nodded. She still looked pale as she turned, glancing a little fearfully at Volder’s man to lead him toward the back of the house on the kitchen side. Volder turned around, his angry gaze raking over Brenda again, definitely looking pissed off. Slowly, he circled around her, staring openly at her body with that enraged expression locked on his features.

“I had to stress the engines of my ship to reach you before you shamed my name more.” He growled low a second before his hand shot out, gripping her arm painfully.

“I want names, human, so tell them to me now.”

Tears filled Brenda’s eyes as she gasped. Volder was bruising her arm above her elbow. She stared up at the enraged Zorn man in his weird uniform with confusion and terror.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Shamed you how?” The hold on her arm hurt. “My name is Brenda. You don’t have to call me human.” A deep snarl tore from his throat and the infuriated look in his eyes was terrifying.

He jerked his head up and gave a sharp nod while he pushed her hard, knocking her back a few feet and nearly causing her to stumble.

“Hold her.” Volder snarled the order.

A gasp was all Brenda got out before hands grabbed her from behind. She jerked her head around to stare up at the two men who each grabbed an arm on either side.

Volder growled low, glaring as he turned his head to look around the room.

“The table.”

The men literally yanked Brenda off her feet. She kicked air, shocked that the men had just jerked her up by her arms and as they carried her to the coffee table, Volder bent, using his arm to sweep everything off it, sending a glass vase flying to break on the floor. Brenda was swung in the air and a second later her back hit the table hard when they slammed her flat on it, facing up.

Shock kept her from trying to scream and the impact with the table had knocked the air from her lungs. The men who held her arms dropped to their knees to painfully press her arms flat on the table. Their other hands gripped her shoulders so she was pinned down on each side. Volder bent over her, rage almost poured off the man and all she could do was stare at him in stunned shock.

“I am going to kill every male you let mount you.” He snarled. “Then I will punish you for shaming me. You could not wait the week for me? I have heard about your behavior.” Both of his hands reached for her pants.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Brenda was terrified, her back throbbing in pain from the almost brutal way they’d pinned her down.

A sharp tug at her waist caused her pain as Volder yanked hard on her pants, jerking them roughly down her legs. Brenda cried out in pain and terror, muffling the sound of the material being shredded. She tried to fight, kicking at Volder, but he was too strong and fast, his men holding her down tighter until he’d completely ripped her pants from her body.

Volder gripped her legs in a brutal hold, pushing his weight down on them, forcing her legs to collapse until her bent knees were inches from her chest. A terrified scream tore from Brenda as the man pinned her so her knees were shoved even higher in the painfully awkward position. She felt air on her ass, thighs and everything else from her waist down that was bare.

“Hold still!” Volder roared.

Brenda stopped struggling because there was no point and she could barely breathe compressed in the uncomfortable position. Volder looked down at her exposed body, taking deep breaths, sniffing at her. Her heartbeat was painful as it pounded with terror in her chest realizing that he was now sniffing at her exposed ass and pussy and unable to look away from his enraged face, she saw when he frowned, some of the rage leaving his features.

“I don’t smell any males on her.” His cold eyes locked on her. “When was the last time you let a male mount you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was almost sobbing.

Had Volder found out that I had sex with Rever? Would he try to kill him? Who had told this man about them? Only Ali had guessed—unless someone at the medical center had told Volder, but Rever had assured me that no one would. Her thoughts were racing.

Brenda trusted Ali and believed she wouldn’t betray her. Volder hadn’t mentioned Rever so the informant must not have told him who had touched me. I’ll die before I tell him it was Rever. He can kill me before I put Rever in danger. Hot tears filled Brenda’s eyes, knowing she was probably going to die as she mentally tried to prepare herself for the worst.

The sound of thundering footsteps made Brenda turn her head seeing three of Rever’s guards rush into the house. They took in the scene of Volder hovering over her, his two men on their knees by her head holding her down and growled, reaching for their weapons.

“Back off,” Volder ordered them.

One of Rever’s men looked furious as he stepped forward. “Release the human.” Volder snarled. “She is my human and I am inspecting her. Get out.” A loud gasp broke the tense silence. “Brenda!”

Ali tried to rush to her aid but the man holding Brenda’s bag suddenly grabbed Ali’s arm, jerking her back to hold her in place. Ali turned, snarling at the man, and struggled in an attempt to jerk away from his hold, actually breaking free. She lunged forward again trying to get to Brenda but Volder’s man lunged after her, grabbed Ali by the back of her neck and just jerked her against his body, to hold her there in place in front of him. Pain etched on Ali’s face as she went on her tiptoes where the man forced her so she couldn’t fight.