Beg me, Omega

"Beg me." His voice was like a jagged edge, slicing through the tension in the air.

“What?” I gasped, my heart racing in disbelief at his command.

“Beg me for forgiveness by looking into my eyes.” I hesitated, then lifted my gaze to meet his. His eyes were mesmerizing, shifting colors in a way that felt almost magical—deep amber swirling into a warm honey hue. It left me stunned, almost dizzy. Why was he doing this? If he wanted me dead, he could easily do it. I was just an omega—so fragile and weak in his presence.

"Don't look away," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You know I can make you my puppet, but I don’t want to do that. I want to see your helplessness. Look into my eyes and start obeying me."

“What if I don’t?” I managed to say, finding a flicker of defiance within me. I was alone in this world; no one loved me. Nothing could be worse than the emptiness I felt. What did I have left to fight for?

His eyes narrowed, shifting to a furious crimson, streaked with yellow like a storm about to unleash its fury. He lunged forward, seizing my arm with a grip that sent shivers down my spine. I struggled against his hold, but his strength was like iron.

"You belong to me now. You are my property. Forget about your freedom; if you try to escape again, I will make your life a nightmare. Now, it’s time to show your obedience," he hissed, his voice tinged with madness, his grip tightening around my throat.

I could barely breathe as fear coursed through me. I was trapped, caught in his gaze and his power. He studied me, his expression emotionless, as if he were examining an object rather than a person. Then, with a sudden jerk, he released my throat and threw me over his shoulder.

“Someone, please, help me!” I screamed, kicking my legs in a desperate attempt to free myself. But he ignored my cries, striding into a room and tossing me onto the bed with a thud.

Panic surged within me, and I crawled backward, trying to escape the inevitable. My heart raced as he grabbed my wrist, tying it to the bed frame with his belt. I fought against the restraints, but they held tight.

“Stop! What are you doing?” I shouted, my throat dry with fear.

He walked to the closet, pulling out another belt, and I felt my heart drop.

“No, please! I’m sorry!” I cried, tears spilling down my cheeks as he approached me again. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. He bound my other wrist just as tightly, leaving me helpless.

“Tonight, you’ll stay awake and look at me. You will remember who I am and who you belong to. If you close your eyes for even a moment, whatever happens next, I won’t be responsible for it, got it?” His tone was chilling, and he touched my jaw lightly.

My heart sank. My father had warned me about monsters, but this was real. And Declan, he left me. One of my protectors was gone, and I felt utterly alone.

“Moon Goddess, end my life.” I whispered, closing my eyes as I prayed from the depths of my heart, hoping against hope that he might spare me.

“Oh, I see you’re begging for something,” he said, a smirk crossing his face. “I knew you were a virgin. And I’m looking forward to being your first.” His words slurred slightly, as if he were intoxicated, making my skin crawl.

Fear paralyzed me, but I opened my eyes wide, staring at him without saying a word. I knew I had to be brave, but the terror of his intentions made my body tremble.

"That's a good girl," he said, settling down on a sofa, his honey-like eyes locked onto me, scrutinizing my every move. I met his gaze with defiance, fury burning in my chest.

“You’ll regret this, Alpha. I swear it!” I spat, trying to be strong, even though I felt so vulnerable.

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” His smile only widened, a cruel twist of satisfaction on his lips.