All Chapters of His Mute Omega : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I ran. I ran as if my legs were breaking, like the earth itself would open up and swallow me whole if I stopped. Each heavy breath set my lungs on fire,, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from all of them.The memory of his cruel laughter echoed in my head as I whipped past branches. My own brother. He’d watched. He’d let them touch me…and this wasn’t the first time.My chest heaved when I finally reached the stream, collasping my rubber knees in the shallow water. The icy current bit into my flesh, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to scrub it off. All of it. The filth. The shame. The hands that had groped me, the roughness of their touch still burning on my skin.I tore off my dress and threw it somewhere, probably on one of the rocks and clawed at my bare skin. The water swirled red but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t wash away the disgust.My hands trembled as I splashed water over my face and into my mouth, choking back sobs as I spat it back out, mixed with the d

Snow's p.o.v My knees wobbled as I stumbled back away from the man–no, force–looming by the doorway, blocking any chance of escape. I couldn’t breathe without gulping in his scent. Did he follow me? He stepped forward, the light from the moon seeping through my windows catching the sharp angles of his face. For the first time tonight, I could clearly see his grey eyes. They were like a winter storm, cold, but devastatingly beautiful, framed by thick lashes. His jaw was all hard lines, shadowed by stubble and I was appalled when I wondered how that scruffy hair would feel against my face. “What the hell did you think you are doing?” His voice was rough, like gravel sliding over silk and each word vibrated through the air and into my chest. My lips parted but no answer came. His sheer presence reduced me to nothing but trembling limbs and frantic thoughts. Why was he here? He took another step and, suddenly, instinct kicked in. My head tilted to the side, baring my neck in submi

Snow’s P.O.V His hand tangled into my hair this time and he yanked it tight. “I wasn’t asking, Snow.” Trapped beneath his towering frame, I trembled, searching his face with wide eyes. He looked angry and that rage in his gaze felt too familiar–like the other Alphas who hurt me and took just because they could. My stomach knotted in fear and it overrode very rational thought. If I didn’t satisfy the Alpha, he might hurt me badly. I had a baby in my stomach. I couldn’t let him beat me to death. So holding his gaze, I dropped to my knees and my hands reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. If I submitted and gave him my mouth for him to fuck it, maybe he wouldn’t hurt me. That always worked with the other Alphas. But the King’s body went rigid. A sharp curse tore from his lips, and he caught my wrists, yanking my hands away. “Stop!” His voice cracked like a whip. I went still, blood pounding in my ears. “I can smell your fucking terror, Snow!”He bit out, eyes bl