Book Title: Malthusia
Cover Artist: Nero
Release Date: 14 August,
Genre/s: Dark, genderfluid parallel universe,
Themes: kidnap, scientific experimentation, forced pregnancy,
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 130 000 words
It is the first in a series but
works alone and has an HFN ending.
Buy Links – Available on Kindle
Our perfect society is
I run because I don’t have a choice. I run for those
who can’t, for those inside me.
The Three Faced God should have chosen my Fate, should
have molded me according to the needs of my fellow Malthusians, but some assume they
are above even God. I should have been at least a beta, hopefully an alpha, but never this.
They thought changing my body would change my soul, that I’d be a compliant omega while
they used and experimented on me. Others die, others submit, and say its their Fate. I know
different. A malthusian caused this, one of my own kind. They think they’ve won, but I’ll
win, simply by living another second, another day. But can I survive alone?
Adult content, a gritty, alternate universe
storyline, including genetic engineering, captivity, torture, domestic abuse, forced
pregnancy, and murder. Alpha, beta, and omega genderfluid characters.
Sunlight streamed through the windows. People were
doing chores, inside and outside. How could the betas go about their normal routine as if
nothing had happened? Because it doesn’t
matter to them, SHE didn’t matter to them.
There was a replacement on the way. Life would go on for the Grabars as if Ma had never
been here. Well, Tav would remember her.
A cheerful whistle came from below. One moment Tav
stood in the bedroom, the next they were hurtling out the front door, launching themselves
at the surprised beta, screaming, punching, ripping at clothes. The beta fell backward,
letters flying up in the air. Tav landed on top of the stunned beta, who only tried to defend
their face from the hysterical assault of a child.
“Tav? Tav, what the hell? It’s just the post-beta,” Sayen
shouted as the older beta tried to pull the struggling, nightshirt-clad youngster off their
Strong hands grabbed Tav’s upper arms. Tav left the
ground and stared into Pa’s bloodshot eyes. His bare, hairy chest, beard, and musky scent
enforced his identity.
“You will not embarrass her by behaving like a wild animal.
You and your siblings are her legacies. Act like it.”
Without another word, he placed Tav back on his feet,
growled, ‘Deal with it’ at his sibling who had arrived, breathing hard.
Telish strode back into the house, wearing only his formal
kilt, not looking back at his devastated child. Tav stood there, the anger gone, watching
Ma’s mate, the alpha who had put her aside, had killed her, walk away because he had
more important things to do than take time to comfort or explain why Tav no longer had a
Ma. Tav didn’t matter, any more than Ma had mattered.
Sayen shooed the rapidly growing crowd away as Daven
led Tav by the arm to the stone steps of the porch. Daven sat Tav down and put their jacket
around the child’s shivering shoulders. The house stretched out on either side of them, the
autumn flowers in the window boxes Ma had planted moved to and fro in the cold
In a week, the weather had turned; Tav’s world had
turned. Soon, everything would die as winter took hold. Somehow, it felt right that the
whole world would soon suffer like Tav suffered.
They sat side by side, untie and nibling, silently watching
the normal goings on of the estate for a good ten minutes. The estate went on as normal.
Tav didn’t understand.
Not even the post-beta looked at them as they came out of
the house after Sayen treated the scratches. They grabbed their bicycle and pedaled back
toward the main road.
“What did the post-beta do?” Daven asked.
Tav didn’t have a logical answer, so they shrugged. A long,
heavy arm draped over Tav’s shoulders and squeezed. Tears prickled Tav’s eyes. Daven
might not say it, but they did care, at least a little. Unlike Telish.
“Come on, Tav, there must have been something. I’d
expect that sort of thing from Zep, but not you.”
Tav stiffened, insulted and a little afraid of the implications.
“Why? Don’t you think I can be aggressive? I’m not an omega; I don’t blindly accept
Daven squeezed again. “Oh, I know that, pup. Although I’ve
known omegas who packed quite a wallop before they manifested. I remember a certain
scamp called Per who threw an apple at me after I stuck my tongue out at them.”
Tav turned wide eyes to Daven. “Ma did that?”
Daven chuckled. “She, or rather they at the time, most
certainly did. The lump on the back of my head lasted a week. Now, what did the postie do
to warrant a beating by Tav the Terrible? Because if I agree, I’m going to chase the offender
down and punch them myself.”
“They were whistling.” It sounded ridiculous to Tav as soon
as the words left their mouth.
Daven heaved themself off the porch, pulling up their
sleeves. “Right, that’s it, bloody nose time.”
Tav jumped up and grabbed Daven’s arm, the post-beta
didn’t deserve a bloody nose.
“No, don’t,” Tav giggled.
“I’ll have to take it out on you then,” Daven said and swung
Tav up into their arms. After reducing Tav to a gasping wreck by tickling them to within an
inch of their life, Daven turned Tav to face them. Tav’s brief happiness crashed.
Oh God, I laughed, I actually laughed, and Ma isn’t even
Daven’s smile disappeared too. “She wouldn’t want you to
be sad. It was her time, part of the Almighty’s plan. Your Pa’s right, the best thing we can do
to honor her is to carry on and be the best we can, but don’t think any of us aren’t upset.
We all are, and although I wear kilts, not dresses, I promise I’ll be here for you, ok?”
Tav blinked back stinging tears, and Daven put them down.
“That’s the brave Tav I know. Go get dressed then start on your schoolwork; I’ll be in later.
Try not to attack any more delivery betas, even if they are whistling. They didn’t know,
Drawing up every ounce of courage, Tav nodded and went
back inside to make Ma proud.
About the Author
Emma was destined to be a
little quirky after being born as an unexpected twin in Hungry Bottom (Yes, it’s a real
Known as the Queen of
Angst because she loves putting damaged, often sweet and funny characters through hell
before letting them have a HFN or HEA ending.
She blames her rebellious
muse (who looks like Chris from the Paint Series) for the erotic aspects tickling the angst and
the humour climbing into bed with the erotic.
When not writing or reading
in leafy Sussex, England, she herds Birman cats and sons; both groups argue that there are
too many of the other sort.
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