CHAPTER SIXTY ONE**Rene's eyes blink open, taking in the dark room around him in confusion. A fire burns quietly in a corner, and Rene can hear the voices of males conversing from a distance.Then he remembers. Javier. . . Lyrien. . . He is lying on a mattress, a breathless sound escapes from his throat as he attempts to lift his hands. They are tied to the bedpost. Rene stares at the thick ropes tightly secured around his wrists and sheer terror claws its way around his mind, squeezing tight. “Rene.”Rene stiffens, his eyes shooting to the corner of the room. The shadowed form of Lyrien makes his heart race. . . No, it's a deep crush that collapses his lungs, and Rene wheezes, starved of air. He starts to jerk violently against the ropes, but it's no use.Lyrien inches closer, and Rene whimpers as he watches Lyrien slowly take off the animal fur wrapping his shoulders. His heart flutters wildly in his chest cavity as if a bed is trapped inside. Rene admits that it isn't ju
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO**The sudden intrusion explodes Rene with pain. Lyrien is too big, tearing up his insides. . . Just like the first time, his insides sting with pure pain, stretching too wide to accommodate Lyrien's girth. Lyrien pulls out slowly with a grunt, a clear prostatic amount of fluid oozing from the eye of his cock.This is the only break Rene gets to suck in a sharp intake of breath; Lyrien's fingers dig into Rene's hips, positioning his ass high in the air. Gripping his throbbing cock in his hand, he resumes entering again, pushing steadily until every inch of his hot flesh is inside, his balls resting heatedly on Rene's skin. "Did that bastard take you like this?!"Lyrien seethes, and then his hips slam, HARD!"ANSWER ME!"Rene's body jerks violently against the binds as Lyrien continues to slam into him mercilessly. "No!" Painful tears seep through his lashes, his body unable to get used to Lyrien's brutal pace and also from the fact that Lyrien doesn't seem to beli
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE Rene regrets coming awake, it's already morning, and the first thing his hazel eyes land on is the broad, muscular back of his mate, who is standing a few paces away from the fire, which has died out sometime during the night. His backside is still tender from last night, and his hands are no longer tied up, but the skin around his wrist is already broken, leaving ugly stomach-churning bruises. Rene grasps the fur to cover himself and attempts to sit up, but the blinding burst of pain sends him back, crashing against the bed, breathlessly. His ankles have already turned several shades of blue and purple, it looks bad. Rene wipes another fresh surge of tears with the back of his hand just as Lyrien turns, his eyes coming to focus on Rene. They both stare at each other silently. Lyrien takes in his mate's bruised form. Rene looks away first, missing the intense flash of displeasure in Lyrien's features. A warrior enters inside, distracting Lyrien for some sec
CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR**"S__Stay away!" Soral suddenly remembers his knife, he has dropped it somewhere while freeing the rabbit.He searches around with his gaze and found the blade lying a few distances away. He meets the eyes of the monstrous dominant male and realized that he has also followed the direction of his stare and found the knife as well. The warrior's expression shifts from the blank, he now appears almost amused, there is no doubt in Soral's mind that this Alpha is thinking that even armed, he will not stand a chance against him. So he runs.Soral barely registers the directions, urging his legs to move faster. He gains speed already used to being in the forest, trees pass him in a blur but unfortunately, the sound behind hin picks up pace too. Hecould hear the heavy thump of the barbarian's footsteps.The barbarian utters some words but Soral can only register how deep and fearsome his voice was. He missteps.The sharp pain that travels through his ankle causes
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE **"You are mine!" His possessiveness makes Soral's face flush with heat. The intensity of the Alpha's gaze threatens to devour him, and Soral feels the urge to hide from this fierce presence. Every about this dominant Alpha is similar to those Barbarians. The musky smell of wood and earth is heavy in the air, ticking Soral's nostrils uncomfortably. How long has this barbarian-looking male lived in these mountains? Has he been lonesome for too long that he cannot resist but capture the first omega that wanders through his path?No doubt, many females would want a dominant Alpha like him. Maybe if he tells him about his choices__ He may change his mind.Beauty isn't always flattering, What happened with Rene is the surest example.He is not as lovely looking as Rene, so why is the same fate befalling him?"I don't wish to be yours, you might be tempted because you haven't seen a female in a long time."Soral dreads to think about being a male's mate, but it seem
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX * * They ride for what seems like hours with the burning village behind them. Rene's thighs are numb, his butt sore, the muscular arms wrapped around him is too tight, crushing his ribs. His whole body aches and his throat feels scratched from dehydration. He feels particularly weak, the wound in his neck throbbing slowly. Yet, no complaints leave his mouth. Words are not needed, it's unlikely that the Brute will listen to him anyway. His tired eyes flutter close as his head falls limp against his captive's broad chest. The moment his omega's head collapses on his chest, Lyrien feels the burning hotness of his skin. "Rene!" Two fingers tap Rene's chin. No response comes. "We take a break, set the camp!" Lyrien orders the warrior to halt. He scoops Rene's unconscious form in his arms and jumps down from the horse, for the first time, he notices Rene's red flushed skin, his teeth chattering with cold despite the scorching heat of the midday sun. The
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN * * Lyrien knows that some of his warriors do not agree with his choice of camping in the middle of nowhere, but when it comes to what's important, Lyrien cannot risk his mate's life by travelling in his critical state. He has already informed Haesir to lead most of their troop back to their settlement. Lyrien's hand reaches to touch the already-healed spot on his forehead where Rene had attacked him with the bowl, and he scoffs, his lips twitching slightly. His omega has been the one who escaped with the enemy and even tried to sever their bond. Yet, he still behaves with a brazen lack of guilt, acting with an air of innocence which Lyrien finds unconvincing. Those wide hazel orbs which have been pleading with him only a moment ago and willing to do anything to appease him are now shrouded with a stubborn hate-filled glint. . . "You burned down half of the world just to search for him. You finally got him, yet, you don't seem any better," Haesir remarks,
CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT **Lyrien burst into the tent, his heart racing with a mix of fear and urgency. His eyes lock on Rene's restless form instantly. His face is contorted into a grimace of pain, perspiration drenching his pale skin; as he turns wildly on the bed, Amala and a maid struggle to hold him down. The sound of his ravaged breathing and the cracking sound of burning incense permeates the air. "Get away, no don't touch it, it hurts!" Rene screams again, shoving Amala with his flailing hands just as Lyrien join them in two hurried strides."He won't allow me to touch the wound on his neck..." Amala says helplessly.Lyrien's eyes narrow at Rene, who appears to be in another shuddering episode of pain. The yellow and green inflammation on his neck is already worse than it was a few hours ago, and the infection has begun to spread all across the whole area of his neck."If it spreads to his chest. His heart may stop beating. . . " Amala says, "At this point, it's up to his wil
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE * * Rene’s breath catches at the realization hits him hard, the brute is not angry about the mark; rather, it's because I don't want to acknowledge it. "Lyrien. . . " “Do you know I can feel you inside me right now? Your claim moving through my veins," Lyrien's voice drops low. “Every part of me aches when you pull away. I couldn't help how I feel about you before, Now, it's even more intense," Rene wants to block his ears, if he listens for too long, he may get lost. He will forget about the things that he shouldn't. "Stop talking! Everything that happened was out of my control and I'm sorry for marking you, but that's it. . . Don't think that everything is fine now because we had sex," Lyrien grasps the pair of hands that starts to push him away, "You still don't get it so you, I now belong to you, you have to take responsibility for me," Lyrien breathes out each word. "I can't be responsible for a grown male; get away from me; besides, you al
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR * * Rene blinks against the bright morning sunlight that seeps into the hut; now that the haze has cleared from his eyes, he becomes deeply aware of the deep ache in his bones; the rest of his body remains unmoving from heat-worn exhaustion. How long has it been? One day? Two? Three? Perhaps even more or less, the room smells like heat, musk, and sex. The drenched sheet entangled between their legs, Rene gulps at the heavier leg that cages his, and summoning every bit of courage he possesses, he forces his gaze upwards. Momentarily, relief washes through his when he finds Lyrien to still be sound asleep. Rene's eyes shift to Lyrien's neck, and a near-horrified gasp weakly escapes from his parched throat. What did I do?! Panic sweeps in as he tentatively lifts a trembling finger to the brightly discoloured spot on Lyrien's neck. The skin is tender, swollen, and bitten deep. His breath stumbles as the memories slam him hard; even now, he can al
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE * * Vidarr is his only hope. Soral has seen how strong he is, and he has been thinking of ways he may manage to convince Vidarr to help him against Lyrien, and now Vidarr has suddenly dropped this fatal announcement of letting him go. “I don't want to leave!” Soral states firmly, surprising even Vidarr, why is this omega so complicated to understand? Not that Vidarr planned on letting him leave but he certainly didn't think Soral will pass his test, shouldn't he be jumping at the opportunity of freedom? “I will safely take you and your friend down the mountain, if that's what you are worried about,” Vidarr presses on. “It’s not it. No, I won't leave !” Soral's knuckles turn white from clenching his fist so tight, still glaring up at Vidarr. “You have to be responsible for me, for everything you did!” "You are not even pregnant. . why should I be responsible for you?" Vidarr snorts, and Soral stares at him tongue-tied for some seconds. “Who knows
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO **“I'm sorry…” Soral whispers, his arm tightening around Vidarr even more when he feels the giant stiffen. They stay like that for a few seconds, Soral didn't expect Vidarr smell to be so reassuring, especially since he can feel the anger emanating from him.Soral falters backwards, biting the inside of his cheek; his chest feels uncomfortable. Hurt. The barbarian hadn't embraced him back. Soral's gaze surveys Vidarr's muscular frame, which is smeared with mud in some spots; he has secured no wound from the fight just now. Not even a scratch. How powerful is this dominant Alpha? An idea suddenly blinks through Soral's mind; he wonders who would win if Vidarr and Rene's mate were placed in a fight. Holding Vidarr's still disappointed gaze, "Do you need me to bandage you up. . . I'll dress your wound!" Soral stares at Vidarr's leg briefly, and gulps, the wound has already healed. He'd merely wanted to do something nice for Vidarr, considering he had sa
CHAPTER 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
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