All Chapters of The Last Omega Hybrid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

⚠️Warning⚠️: This chapter contains attempted rape (ATTEMPTED only). If you're sensitive about this topic, I suggest readers consider it carefully before proceeding. *******THIRD PERSON's POV"Where am I?" Oswin uttered, looking down at the wet cobblestone under his feet. He lifted his face and sniffed. "What's this stinky smell?"Seeking the answer to his question, he exited the narrow path and moved onto the main street, where the air was a bit fresher but still held a pungent smell to his nose.The night was late, for the moon was already high in the clear, dark sky, but a few passersby and night owlers were still roaming around the street. As the man traipsed along the pavement, he noticed everyone stopped and stared at him with eyes full of shock, confusion, and disbelief.Don't look at me like that. I'm as confused as you, he thought to himself.However, it was hard to blame those people. After all, no one expected an abnormally tall guy with long, waist-length blonde hair to ro

ELENA's POVHis eyes widened the moment my palm came into contact with his cheek. He finally released his grip—probably due to the shock—causing Tim to fall with a thud, violently coughing and gasping for air."Come on!" Taking advantage of the opportunity, I grabbed his wrist and dashed out of the alley into the big street with rows of streetlights illuminating the night. I neither dare to look back nor slow down. I only dared to stop and catch my breath when I saw a police station not more than a hundred steps away. "Phew. We're safe." I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "How dare you filthy creature touch me? It's disgusting!" said a deep voice behind my back. I almost forgot I had a person in tow until he made himself known by jerking the hand away from my grasp. I turned around to see him brushing the sleeves of his robe as if my hand had dirtied his fabric. My nostrils flared in anger at his actions. I lifted my gaze, ready to give him a piece of my mind. However, I was rendere

ELENA's POV The shadow on the pavement was shorter than usual as I walked to my workplace, for the sun was up relatively higher than usual. Even before I left home, I knew I was going to be late. However, I didn't want to remind myself of the reason why. Because if I were to think back, I would lose not only my mood but also my mind. Despite having a giant figure who might have consumed half the space of my shoe-box apartment, it looked no different to me that I was handling a three-year-old who knew nothing better to do than ask questions. "Seriously, did he live in the cave back then? Did he just come out from a thousand-year meditation? Why does everything look so foreign to him? I bet the knowledge of a three-year-old child is better than his," I said, groaning in annoyance, ignoring the glances people threw at me as they walked past. Like how my feet were sprinting, my brain was also busy dealing with the nonstop questions that kept popping up inside my head. I couldn't sto

A/N: Please note that there is NO forced or non-consensual act here. *******ELENA's POVHis towering figure made his weight feel like a heavy stone pressing down on my small frame. Being pinned on the cold ground by a beastly instinct emanating from the elf king made me shiver from head to toe, bathing in a foreign tingling sensation that I couldn't comprehend. "W-what are you doing?" I asked again, hating the fact that my voice was coming out in a quaver. I wondered if it was driven by fear or the struggle with an unknown emotion."You defy me, so you deserve a punishment," he replied with a croaky voice.My eyes widened upon hearing his words. I tilted my head up to glance at my wrists and silently cursed, realizing they were immobilized by his firm grip. Looking at it now, the chance of escaping was slim. Even so, I decided to give it a try in case luck was on my side. Unfortunately, my hopes were thrown out the window because I just couldn't break free from his grasp, even aft

ELENA's POVThe clinking sound of the ring against the metal bar, followed by the rustling sound of the fabric, echoed near the end corner of a second-clothes shop as the beige curtain was drawn closed. Not long after, the same sound reverberated again as someone stepped out of the fitting room, dressed in loose black pants that barely reached his ankles and a stoic cactus print woven button-down shirt."The pants are too short. The shirt doesn't suit you. Next," I said, watching the curtain continually drawn open and closed by the same person. In front of the small fitting room, I sat with my ankle propped on one knee and leaned back on the chair, clearly finding amusement in the busy curtain."Too tight. Another," I commanded when Oswin came out with another set of clothes.Five minutes after stepping in again, he emerged behind the curtain of a fitting room. Beads of sweat were all over his forehead and eyebrows, waiting for just another slight movement to trickle down the white-ski