Broken Omega (Omegaverse)

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almost soothing as they led me to a soft, cushioned surfa

my skin like fire, and it made my entire body feel heavy and unresponsive. The servant settled me down

in an attempt to cool me down. Their touch was gentle, but their hands shook

ch was unbearable, a gnawing ache that didn't stop. I wanted to speak, to ask for help, but the

but steady, as though speaking in gentle reassurance to themselves as much as to

to hear it, especially in this place, from someone who wasn't

slightly as they wiped my forehead again. "I shoul

lmost felt unreal. I didn't know who this servant was, but their presence was a wel

ft but filled with determination. "I'll get you some

oment longer, as if they weren't quite ready to leave me alone, as if they were worried I might slip away into the feverish haze again. Then, with one last

ly sagging against the soft sheets, the cool air from the open window only slightly easing the fire that raged within me. My breathing was labored, shallow

e in dizzying circles. But then the soft sound of their footsteps returned, and the door opened again. The air shifted, and I could feel their presence

filled with a glass of water and a small plate of food. They moved quickly, but with a quiet reverence, setting the tray bes

t myself was enough to make me gasp. The servant must have seen my struggle, because they immediately knelt beside me, placing one

of water to my lips. "Just drink slowly. I

held the glass steady, guiding it to me as I took slow, careful sips. I could feel their warmth, their proximity,

ression, but there was still concern etched on their face. "How do you feel now?" they ask

them a weak nod, my gaze meeting theirs for the first time. I was too weak to speak, but I could see

ess intense now, thanks to the water. I could feel my eyelids growing heavier, my body craving sleep more

of hair from my face. "You need it. Don't worry, Se

e over. But even as I drifted into unconsciousness, the servant's voice lingere

ort, but the moment I smelled that familiar, suffocating minty scent, my heart dropped. It was Colton

art echoed in my chest, my muscles trembling as I lay there, unable to move. I could hear him appro

oid of any warmth, but thick with authority. There was an undercurr

tightened with panic. I could barely control my breath, let alone sign something coherent. The words stuck in my mind, but they never made it past my

y pleading for him to understand, but the terror that clenched at my gut made it hard to think.

patience had run thin. His towering figure loomed over me, and I felt small-so smal

passing second. My chest felt tight, and all I wanted was to escape,

trembling made it almost impossible to communicate what I needed to. I si

able for a moment, but then he sneered, his lip curling. "Sick?" h

ouldn't escape. His scent seemed to invade every inch of the room, thickening the air, making

don't get to leave when you want, or go wherever you please. You're nothing. You'

't show him that weakness. But the more he spoke, the more suffocatin

will obey me, Mikhail." His voice was a low growl now, his hand

shrink away from his touch. But Colton's grip on power-on me-was unyi

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