"Be careful not to miscarry, you worked so hard to mate with me for this child, you better take care of yourself now!" The Alpha's cold angry voice spreads a shiver down Rene's spine. Born as a recessive omega and a slave, Rene's life has been full of misery and humiliation, what happens when he is forced to become a sex slave to the cold hearted Barbarian, Lyrien, a powerful dominant Alpha whose name strikes terror even to other Alphas? Lyrien is a savage beast, who hunts and kills for pleasure, he greatly despises the sex slave sent by his enemy to serve him. Rene is an innocent omega who is caught between the power struggles between Clans and Alphas. In a world ruled by the strong will Rene manage to survive or will he be crushed by his brute master whose cruelty leaves his spirit hanging on a thread? This is an omegaverse MM Dark romance, containing dark themes, such as abuse, torture, male pregnancy, proceed with caution.
View MoreCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE **Vidarr watched Soral disappear into the woods, his frame getting smaller and smaller until the trees completely overshadowed him and a low growl curls in his throat, accompanied by the desolate feeling of loss. He should have known!Allowing him out in this open place was never a good idea in the first place. But these mountains are his territories, who dares to invade?!With a savage snarl, he rips off the sharp metal that has sunk into his foot and tosses it to the side. Blood drips endlessly from the wound, but he doesn't even register the pain. It's his fault for being so careless; he had been so distracted by Soral suddenly running and screaming for help that he had accidentally walked into one of his own traps. Vidarr smells the intruders, Alphas, maybe about three different scents, their stench mixing with his mate's, tainting it, something that emits another low growl from Vidarr. He surges forward, trees whip past him, and then he steps in
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED * *Soral runs faster, but Vidarr is rapidly gaining on him, his deep frightening voice growling at Soral to stop. Soral doesn't, he propels his much shorter legs forward, desperately praying to the goddess for a miracle. And then it happens. He hears the loud, painful hiss noises behind him that cause his legs to halt; Soral turns around, gasping breathlessly, only to find out that the barbarian is no longer chasing him. Vidarr has mistakenly stepped on a trap, Soral winces in horror, seeing the sharp metal thorns piercing into his legs and the blood dripping from it. His eyes lock with his captor's vivid ones that burn even more fiercely at this moment, "Don't go, omega," Vidarr's grunt of pain is freezing Soral's spine with hesitation. Soral swallows, the barbarian's piercing gaze searing into his, with plea, and also the same desperation that Soral is feeling right now. What is he thinking? He should be running away!"I'm s-sorry!" Soral murmurs the w
CHAPTER NINETY-NINE **Soral tenses the moment he hears the low scrape of metal—knives sharpening. Vidarr is preparing to leave again.After leaving those words in the air, the barbarians have refused to provide more answers. Soral is dying to know how Vidarr knows Rene and Lyrien.'. . .When do you think was the first time I saw you? Do you think it's on this mountain?. . . ' Soral shudders recalling those words. No, if he had met Vidarr before he definitely would have remembered! And why isn't Vidarr providing more answers? Soral sulks irritably, which worsens when Vidarr steps inside the cottage with traps and weapons in his hand. Every morning, it’s the same. The Alpha disappears into the forest to set traps and doesn’t return until late. The silence that fills the cottage in his absence feels heavier than Soral dares to admit. He hates the way he feels safer with the monster near than alone. It shouldn’t be like this."I'm leaving," Vidarr says flatly.Soral lifts his hea
CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT**Rene's limbs are boneless, his body melting as every muscle surrenders to the overwhelming rush. Black dots swarm in his eyes from the final pulse of release, and even drawing a breath seems impossible.Rene craves the darkness; he wishes to pass out; even though his body continues to be in a rut, he physically cannot take it anymore. "No more. . ." He pants. Lyrien chuckles, the sound filled with lust and satisfaction and even a twinge of pity, but the sadistic part of him wins. "You are the only one who keeps cumming," His fingers squeeze Rene's sac, relishing in the whimper that moans from him; Lyrien toys with the toyed skin and several last beads of cum dribble from Rene's strained cock. "I haven't even had my full with you, so how can there be no more?" Rene shudders, his body still recovering from the powerful climax cannot utter any word. Lyrien's gaze lingers thirstily on Rene's release that coats his chest and abdomen, his eager thumb continues t
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN**Lyrien doesn't need to prepare Rene, the slipperiness from his heat provides enough lubricant for the bulbous head of his cock to push through. "Never mention other males!" Lyrien growls. It drives him insane to even think about it. "Only I get to satisfy you, get that?!"Rene collapses breathlessly on the mattress, his eyes tearing up from pleasure as Lyrien's cock stretches him beyond his limits. It feels like a persistent burning spear digging into him, His ear rings hotly with Lyrien's pleasured grunts. "Only I get to bury my cock so deep into you, to breed you with my sperm, you're only MINE!"Lyrien's arm tightens possessively around Rene's waist as he pushes more inches of his enormous aroused flesh into him. Both their pleasure-filled grunts echo as Rene's juices soak his cock.Rene's hormones are so primed, just the head of Lyrien's cock forces him to an orgasm, Rene's scrotum stretches painfully tight, and he cums with the most beautiful moans an
CHAPTER NINETY-SIX * * Lyrien still had some clan issues to discuss with his cousin, so he stayed behind. He was mid-conversation when a familiar scent breathed into his nostrils, infiltrating into his lungs. Sweet. Hot. Intoxicating. An omega's heat. Not just any omega, it's his! Lyrien storms out of the meeting tent, his narrowed predatory gaze scouting the village. His legs move rapidly, following the sweet trail. He spots Rene near instantly, and a low growl rolls from his chest, Deep. Angry. Jealousy, crawling through his blood, sharp, hot and vicious. The omega is without a shirt, showing off his lithe, pale body and swollen, aroused nipples for anyone who cares to see. And they are indeed staring; Lyrien's blood boils with thick, possessive rage as he notes the other predatory gazes eyeing his omega. He wants to claw them out and feed it to them; perhaps he will rip out their tongue, too; he won't even give them the satisfaction of tasting their own flesh. It'
CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE * * The judgement has ended, and most are already starting to disperse to do their daily duty, including Rene. He can feel Lyrien’s gaze penetrating the back of his skull even as he hastens his footsteps. His stomach hurts; perhaps it's because he had been so scared, he had been merely a second too late from stopping the executioner from severing Yara's head. Rene inhales deeply, and the restless stir in his stomach intensifies, causing the breath to whoosh from him in weak pants. No, maybe it is hunger; after all he has not had anything at all to eat today; Rene begins to walk faster; the cottage is his destination. A voice behind him halts his movements. "Rene, wait. . . " Rene whirls around, it's Luca. "Thank you. . . For saving her," Luca says, his eyes are tired but gleaming with gratitude regardless. Can it be considered saving if Yara's going to live in the dungeon? Rene thinks, feeling sorry for Luca; Yara is Luca's only sister, after all; he
CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR * * Yara knows she only has one option, if there is one person Lyrien will likely listen to, it has to be. . . His own mate! She throws herself at Rene's feet, “Please,” Her hoarse cry prompts Rene to look down, “Rene, I'm deeply sorry, have mercy! Just one more chance, I beg of you!” “You just accused him of working with Amala, how shameless can you be trying to beg him now?!” Kai sneers down at her. Rene shudders when Yara continues to claw at him desperately, her eyes livid with panic. “I did wrong, I admit I did. I'll do anything, just don't let him kill me. . . For the sake of my child, it's innocent; I just want to give birth to it!” Rene gulps, meeting Lyrien's gaze; his heart thuds uncomfortably when Yara continues to beg. He understands that Yara just wants to use the child to bargain, yet even still. . . A wave of sympathy for the unborn creature makes Rene's heart swell. Lyrien's eyes flare with cold menace as he marches towards Rene, his
CHAPTER NINETY-THREE * * The atmosphere is thick with unease and a feeling of impending doom as Yara is shoved to her knees in front of Lyrien. "Lyrien why. . . " Yara's complexion turns ashen as she seems to suddenly realize the severity of the situation. Her frantic eyes dart at Lyrien, whose harsh features are set in a stern, unforgiving mask; she can only think of one reason she's her. Panic sets in, her heart pounding wildly "Who is your child's father Yara. . . ?!" Lyrien's words fall like frost, chilling the air further. A round of low murmurs elicits from the crowd, who stare at their leader. Most of them had been unaware of the reason which Lyrien had called out for a public gathering so early in the morning. Rene's eyes widen in bewilderment, Lyrien knows? How? "If you cannot make use of your tongue, I think it's better to just cut it off," Lyrien's voice sends a shiver through Rene, crawling down his backbone. Yara's mouth opens and shuts, but no words co
CHAPTER ONE**It's so cold.The ground is moist and stinky; the boy sitting on the ground of the small old storage room has whip scars all over his body, and the rags he wore are torn in several areas from the brutality of the flogging he has just received. His weak body crumbles from both hunger and pain, even more haunting is the knowledge that they will soon be back.They will make him suffer more, and his frail body may not be able to take it this time. As though jinxing himself to another round of punishment, the wooden door suddenly flies open and Rene cowers backward, his frantic eyes are wide with plea when several towering figures looms above him like a frightening shadow. "Has our little thief learned his lesson yet?" Hugo, the head of the kitchen servant sneers, crouching down to meet Rene's panicked gaze with a malicious smile. Rene does not respond; his lips tighten of their own accord; even if he begs, they will still hurt him anyway, perhaps even more. He won't g...
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