Broken Omega (Omegaverse)

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ust for a moment. I was tired, exhausted from the constant fear and pain. My body ached, both from the lingering bruises and

t. With a sudden force, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, yanking me out of the bed with brutal strength. My body jo

the pain that was surging through me. Every part of me screamed for release, for relief, but I knew

tightening as I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The strength he wielded over me was suffocating, and the power dynamic had nev

eak, to tell him that I didn't want this, that I didn't want him-but my throat felt tight, and my words were trapped behind

kind of game?" Colton continued, his grip showing no sign of loosening. "You don't get to make the ru

ket. The tears that had threatened to fall finally started to sting at the corners of my

I was sorry for whatever it was that had angered him, but he didn't seem to care. His eyes were

ill learn, Mikhail, that your silence doesn't change anything. You will obey me. And if you

. I wanted to break free, to run, but I knew that it was futile. Colton was always one step ahead, always controlling every situat

pped. And no matter how hard

no longer suppress. The pain was too much to bear, the crushing reality of my situation too overwhelming. I wanted to escape, to r

I was so used to receiving. But to my shock, his hand didn't strike me-no, instead, it gently caressed my cheek. The touch was soft, almost tender, as if it was trying to comfort me. But there

I've ever seen," he murmured, his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite understand-was it admiration or possession? It was impossible to tell, but

t lurking beneath his carefully chosen phrases. It wasn't love he spoke of-it was obsession. It wasn't admiration-it was control. He wa

say something like that? How could he look at me, with all the bruises and scars-both visible and hidden-and

, my throat tight with fear. Instead, I signed desperately, shaking my he

of control shifting, showing just how tightly he held the reins on me. "I know you don't understand," he said softly, almo

twisted protection. But all I could do was sit there, paralyzed, my body too weak, my

claimed me completely, as if there was no possibility of escape, no room for resis

rit breaking, crumbling under the pressure of his words, of his touch, of the prison I could never seem to escape. I wanted to fight back, to be free, but all I

to say. I wasn't sure if he'd hear me, if my voice could reach him through the suffocating fog of his twisted thoug

e insane. You can't claim me as yours. I'm not some kind of obj

t, I thought maybe, just maybe, my words had gotten through to him. But before I could even proces

dy tensed instinctively. His thumb pressed painfully against my cheek as he squeezed harder, forcing my face to tilt upwards t

s voice was low, barely a growl as his grip tightened. "You think you can de

reak free from his hold. My mind raced, but all I could think of was how easily

reath against my skin, his minty scent suffocating me as he w

othing more than prey in his eyes, nothing more than an object to possess. And no matter how hard I tried to resist, no m

breath, but the weight of his words hung in the air like a stor

utiful omega in the village, people admire me for having a pretty face eversi

t but I obeyed, I can't say no-he had a severe anger issue. I shaky lift my wounded hands infront of hi

ling of it wrapped tightly around my skin sent a wave of panic coursing through me. My hands trembled uncontrollably, th

and back instinctively, but the chain didn't budge. It was as if it had been welded onto me, making it impossible to esca

s shaking as I desperately tried

ssive as he stepped closer. "It's a reminder," he said slowly, his

I was not his to claim, that I was not some object he could chain up and own. But the wor

s low and steady, as if the words were a

e chain was cold, suffocating, and it wrapped around my heart as much as it did my

hin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His touch was cold, b

s thumb brushing away a tear from my cheek. "But it won't ch

ll I could do was sit there, my body trembling, my heart breaking under the weight of his claim. I had once dreamed of freedom, of a life

yself, my hands only grew more bruised. My chest tightened with the suffocating weight of it all, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness threatening to drown me. The sobs c

orm. "I hate you! I hate you!" I signed as forcefully as I could, though my voice cracked with the intensity of m

ess that froze me to the core. He stepped closer to me, his gaze unwavering as he watched me strug

d, as though my feelings didn't matter to him. "

eam, to tell him he was wrong, that I would fight, that I would find a way to escape. But I was chained t

mness. "You're mine. And I will never let you go. You're not allowed to hate me,

ing my thoughts. I wanted to deny it, wanted to scream that he was wro

gentle now. "No one will take you from me. You're not allowed

How could I escape him when every move I made only seemed to tie me further to his will? The chain around my wrist felt like a symbol of everything I

, the chill of the stone seeping into my skin. My mind raced, thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess as I stared blankly at the ceiling. What did I do to deserve this? The question ha

to a world of suffering, pain, and degradation. I hated being omega-hated the helplessness that came with it, hated how it made me vulnerable to the whim

thing I clung to-one thing I would never let him ta

nk about, but one thing remained untouched-my will. I would not give him what he wanted. Not now, not ever. E

s fury each time I refused. His cruel words, his violent actions, his demands-they didn't matter. He could mark me

ake that from me. I wi

the only thing that kept me anchored in this hellish existence. The purity of my soul would remain my own. Even as

t meant enduring the worst that he could do, I would never let go. I could endure the bru

ark of defiance, a spark that refused to b