Maxine's POVDays turned into weeks, and the relentless training continued. Each session was more grueling than the last. My muscles ached constantly, and my limbs felt like they were on fire. Despite my efforts, I couldn't keep up with the others. I was always lagging, always struggling to lift the heavy weapons and keep up with the intense drills. The warrior who supervised me showed no mercy.“Faster, Maxine!” he barked. “Do you want to remain a weakling forever?”I pushed myself harder, but my body simply couldn't handle the strain. Every day I felt weaker, more exhausted. My health was deteriorating, and I knew it. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my vision blurred and my legs wobbled. But I had no choice. If I stopped, I would be punished even more severely.One afternoon, as I tried to complete yet another impossible drill, my vision went black. I felt my body hit the ground, but I couldn't feel the pain. Everything went numb. The last thing I heard was the warrior shout
Maxine's POVThe days in the hospital began to blur together, but slowly, I started to find the will to survive again. I forced myself to eat, even when the thought of food made my stomach turn. Elena stayed by my side, coaxing me to take small bites and cheering me on with every swallow."Come on, Maxine, just a little more," Elena would say, her voice filled with gentle encouragement. "You're doing so well."I managed a small smile as I took another bite. The food tasted like ash, but I kept eating, driven by a new hope. Gradually, I began to feel a tiny spark of life returning to me. I started laughing at Elena's jokes, even though they were corny and silly. It felt good to laugh, like a release of some of the heavy burden I carried.The doctors were incredibly supportive. They didn't just treat my physical wounds but also worked tirelessly to help me heal mentally. They listened patiently as I poured out my fears and pain, giving me words of comfort and methods to cope with my tra
Maxine's POVThe days in the hospital dragged on. I was healing physically, but the emotional wounds were far deeper and more painful. Losing the baby felt like losing a part of myself, and it took everything in me to keep moving forward. Elena was my rock, always by my side, helping me through each painful step of recovery.When I was finally discharged, I felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. I knew I couldn't stay in the hospital forever, but the thought of returning to Liam's mansion gave me goosebumps. To my surprise, when I arrived, I was led to a different room—a proper bedroom, not the cold cell I had been limited to before.I stared at the room in disbelief. It was simple but clean and comfortable. There was a bed with soft sheets, a small wardrobe, a desk, and even a window that let in the warm sunlight. I didn't know why Liam had made this change, but I was grateful. It felt like a small stepFor the life I wanted. Since he had started, definitely one day it would get b
Liam's POVWhen I first heard that Maxine had passed out, I thought it was just another instance of her overreacting or maybe, she was just being lazy and avoiding training. But as days went by and she didn't return, a gnawing worry began to settle in my chest. Despite the act I maintained, I wasn't as heartless as everyone believed. It’s just that omegas disgust me a lot. I can't be associated with such weak people.I kept tabs on her progress, secretly calling the doctors and nurses to make sure she was receiving the best care. I made sure she ate good food and got the rest she needed. I didn’t want her to know that I cared; it was better for both of us if she believed I was heartless.What hurt me the most was hearing that Maxine had lost our baby. How could she have been so careless not to know she was pregnant? Is she a child? The thought angered me, but at the same time, a part of me felt a strange happiness at the idea of welcoming a child from an omega. It was a conflict I cou
Maxine's POVI began to notice subtle changes in Clara. She was always in Alpha Liam's chambers, and any time he went out, she was there with him. Her dress sense had transformed, becoming more stylish. It was as if she was now taking over Luna's role that I was supposed to be.Clara seemed happier, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. She started giving me attitude, no longer visiting me or sitting with me as she used to. The few times she did come by, she would talk endlessly about Alpha Liam, how good he was to her, and how he made her feel special. I didn't know if she was lying or not but her looks justified it."Alpha Liam is so attentive," she gushed one day, her eyes glowing. "He’s always making sure I have everything I need."I forced a smile, but her words cut deep. Clara was also an omega, just like me. So why was she receiving such kindness while I was treated with disdain? Was it something I had done wrong? Or was it all because of my father? It wasn't fair that I
Maxine's POVI steeled myself and knocked on the door. Clara opened it, a look of surprise flashing across her face before she replaced it with a smug, or perhaps a victorious smile. “What do you want, Maxine?” she asked, her tone trickling with condescension.With tears threatening to spill, I said, “I need to speak with Alpha. It’s important.”Clara’s eyes narrowed as she tried to form an excuse. “He’s busy right now, and—”Before she could finish, Liam appeared behind her, opening the door wider. “Leave us, Clara,” he commanded.Clara's expression changed and was replaced with anger. “But—”“I said leave!” Liam barked, his tone brooking no argument.Clara glared at me as if I had stolen something precious from her before stomping off. Liam grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut behind us.“What do you want, Maxine?” he demanded, his grip bruising my arm and causing me to cry out of pain.“I just wanted to know why,” I began, my voice trembling. “Why do
Maxine PovThe next day, I returned to the training ground feeling more energized. Clara's words still stung, but I used them as motivation. I couldn't let her win. I couldn't let Liam's cruelty define me. I had to be vigorous, for myself.As I practiced my moves, I felt a strange sense of peace. Each punch, each kick, was a step towards the life I wanted. I wasn't just fighting the dummy; I was fighting my fears and doubts.By the end of the day, I was exhausted but satisfied. I had pushed myself harder than ever before, and it felt good. I knew I still had a long way to go, but for the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful.The training ground had become my sanctuary, a place where I could find solace and strength. I vowed to keep coming back, to keep fighting and pushing myself until I could stand tall and proud once more.As I walked back to my room that evening, I felt at peace. Clara and Liam might have tried to break me, but they hadn't succeeded. I was still here, still f
Liam's POVMaxine's boldness had caught me off guard, but I couldn’t deny that seeing her dressed so provocatively had stirred something in me. I had to take her, and I did, more roughly than usual. The memory of her resistance, her spirit, stayed in my mind. She was becoming stronger in a way I hadn't anticipated.Later, as I watched her unleash her anger on the punching bag, I found myself enjoying the sight. She was pouring all her frustration into each punch, and though her technique was lacking, her determination didn't go unnoticed. She didn't yet know how to attack or handle weapons properly, but her spirit was undeniable.An idea began to form in my mind, a perfect punishment for her audacity. I smiled at the thought. She needed to learn her place, and this would be the perfect opportunity.I called my trainer, a burly man, who had trained many of our warriors. He arrived promptly, his expression was one of respect and curiosity."Alpha, what can I do for you?" Derrick asked, b