Chapter 32

Unlike the day before, she didn’t wallow. In fact, she did not allow herself to feel anything. Almost robotic, she went through the motions, kept her eyes off them, and even forced smiles when told to—though her face always returned to neutral once she’d performed to their liking.

“Have you been trained in pleasuring an Alpha?”

“No. I am feral and have never been mounted. I have only seen mating via the screen in my room. The details were obscured.”

Alpha males were cycling through the data log at the base of her enclosure, one of them commenting aloud. “Corporal Kelvin holds the greatest stake. Do you see that, Regis? He won’t be of rank to take a mate for at least two years. Should his suit win, she will be made available for use in the pleasure quarters until he can legally claim her.”

Sergeant David had never once mentioned such a thing to her.

Apathy dropped away, as did Dianne’s stomach. “What?”