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His Omega, His Punishment

His Omega, His Punishment

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-02-06
By:  BiaOngoing
Language: English
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Synopsis

Dark Romance

Werewolf

Ruthless

Dominant

Revenge

Misunderstanding

Forgiveness

“Hate was his mask. Love was his curse.” “She hated him for ruining her. He loved her enough to burn the world.” She was accused of murder. He forced her into marriage. And in his arms, love feels like punishment. Clara Carter thought she was nothing more than an unwanted omega—until Alpha Taehyung Blackwood dragged her into a nightmare. Blamed for her bestfriend Lisa’s death, Clara is forced into a bond she never wanted, bound to the ruthless Alpha who vows to make her life worse than hell. Once, she had secretly loved him. Now, she fears him. His cruelty, his punishments, his merciless dominance—Clara believes the man she adored has become her devil. But behind Taehyung’s fury lies a secret darker than blood. Lisa wasn’t Clara’s savior—she was her enemy. And Lisa’s father, the true murderer, still hunts Clara in the shadows. To protect her, Taehyung caged her, accused her, and destroyed anyone who dared to touch her. Even if it meant becoming the monster she hated. When the truth is revealed, Clara must face the hardest choice of all: to forgive the Alpha who ruined her, or to let vengeance consume them both. A dark tale of betrayal, obsession, and forbidden love, The Accused Luna will take you into a world where hate and desire blur, and where even the devil has a heart.

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94 Chapters
Beginning of Hell!
Clara’s POVMy wrists burned, encased in cold, unforgiving iron. The shackles had chewed my skin raw, each new twitch a punishment. Panic picked me apart, breath shattering in my chest. I awoke not in the dungeons but in Taehyung Blackwood's lair—a room that stank of predatory cedar and cruel, crackling fire. Shadows writhed on the walls, never resting, always hungry.Chains anchored me to the carved bedpost, heavy enough that when I struggled, I felt every fiber of resistance twisting into bone-deep bruises. The flames spat light across the room—a hellish glow that made everything sharp, everything hostile.And there he was. Taehyung.Alpha. Monster. Devil in beautiful skin.He sat in the velvet armchair like a king at a pyre, eyes gleaming gold and red, the veins at his temple shuddering with rage. The world narrowed to that gaze—merciless, inhuman.“You’re awake,” he said. His voice was gravel ground in thunder, full of the promise of violence.He turned a gun in his hand, metal ca
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Congratulations on your new fucking life, Clara!
Clara’s POV My feet stumbled along the endless corridors, the carpets red as wounds, portraits on the walls watching with permanent suspicion. By the time we reached his chambers, my breath came shallow and weak, my heart drumming panic against my ribs. The door slammed behind us with a bone-shaking bang. His room—our so-called mating chamber—wasn’t just silent. It was menacing. Lamplight flickered over gleaming weapons on the walls, shelves lined with blood-spattered books, the stench of his cologne and smoke clinging to the battered furniture. It wasn’t a bedroom—it was a prison for ghosts. Taehyung locked the door behind him with a finality that made my blood run colder. A flash of silver at his hip—a gun holstered, glinting—made something primal inside me shrink away. But it was his presence that poisoned the air. His cold eyes. The darkness clouding every deliberate step. I barely had time to flinch before his hand shot out—ringed fingers biting into my wrist—yanking m
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Death would be mercy I’ll never grant.
Clara’s POV Later at night, I stood motionless, staring at the flickering cinnabar flames in the cold stone fireplace. The bed—massive, ancient, draped in black velvet—loomed at the room’s heart like an altar for sacrifice. Shadows shifted and thickened in the corners. I clutched my arms around myself, blood from my bit lip streaking my chin. “Take it off.” Taehyung’s voice slipped from the shadows. He leaned against the window, the last blue traces of dusk highlighting his silhouette—a carved black wolf with a demon’s eyes. Savagery lingered in every movement, every calculated absence of warmth. He stalked toward me, boots crackling over broken glass no one had bothered to sweep from the night before. “I said, take it off.” His gaze named me prey. My shaking hands reached for the buttons at my throat. The dress—lace and silk, heavy as guilt—fought me, catching on my trembling fingers. I struggled. Each snap and tear seemed to fill the room. My skin prickled with shame and vulner
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The pack expects their Luna.
Clara's POV Sunlight should have been warm.It wasn’t. Not in his bed—not with dread carved into my bones, the wedding dress still tangled around my ankles like a binding spell. I lay there watching fiery streaks crawl across the ceiling, breathing shallowly so I wouldn’t disturb his scent—ash, bitter whiskey, iron. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth.When I touched my neck, I flinched. The mark throbbed—raw, swollen, ugly. My lip burned, split and tender. Bruises mottled my wrists and arms in florid shades of purple and blue.He was gone.His side of the bed was cold, the pillow barely dented. I wondered how long I’d slept after blacking out—when the world spun from pain and shame. There was no privacy, only surveillance. I could hear them outside—the guards, the distant shuffle of servants who would never meet my gaze.A new dress was dumped at the foot of the bed. Grey. Plain. Not meant for a Luna. The message was clear.I’d barely managed to stand—my legs buckling under me—w
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I’ll make you regret it in ways you cannot fathom.
Clara’s POV By the time the afternoon’s endless parade of false pleasantries ended, I was a hollow doll. I was a puppet, smiling when the strings were pulled, my face aching from the effort of feigning a calm I didn't feel. When the last of the pack had dispersed, their cold stares lingering on my back like physical touches, Taehyung’s fingers tightened on my arm. His grip was a silent warning, a possessive, bruising claim for all to see. He had not spoken a single kindness to me all day, and I knew he never would. The guards slammed the doors of my new chamber behind me, the sound a final, heavy clang of a lock being set. What had once been Lisa’s chamber was now my gilded cage. I was the new trinket on display, a prisoner in a room filled with another woman’s life. Lisa’s scent still clung to the pillows—a soft, floral note that was now a phantom. Her ribbons were draped over the mirror, a testament to her past life, and her journals were stacked neatly on the vanity. I wasn’t a
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Murderer. Traitor. Luna in name only.
Clara’s POVI woke with my knees curled to my chest, skin prickled by cold. I had spent the night half on the carpet, half tangled in the remains of my own wedding dress, silk pooled around me like the shroud of a corpse. My head pounded; my mouth tasted of rust and defeat. I didn’t know what time dawn had broken—I only knew, by the way the sunlight sliced across the stone, that it was already far too late for hope.My body ached in places I didn’t know could hurt. Muscles screamed as I tried to move. Not from any violence Taehyung had inflicted—not from bruises or even that bite on my neck—but from exhaustion, heartbreak, shame.I peeled myself up from the floor. The movement sent a snarl of pain up my spine. The bite throbbed—hot and swollen—a grotesque tattoo of the night before. My lip pulsed where his fangs had split the skin. Every breath pressed the memory deeper.My reflection, in the tall mirror by his wardrobe, nearly finished me.Bare feet planted in a puddle of moonlight,
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Is people’s life a joke to you?
Taehyung’s POV The whiskey burned. That was the point. Let it sear my throat, fill my gut, dull the ache woven into my muscles since before dawn. I craved the burn. Welcomed it. The glass was heavy in my hand—heavier than the memory of last night, heavier than my own fists. The lounge was alive with shadows; all that laughter and light was just a mask for something cold and ugly. My men—the bravest, most ruthless sons of bitches the South had ever bred—lounged around, careless, drunk on the high of violence after last night’s hunt. Sometimes I forgot what fear smelled like on a man. Tonight, I remembered. I was on my third glass, maybe fourth. My head buzzed, but nothing took away the images. The blood. Her face. The way my mark looked on her throat, angry and red. She haunted even my moments of calm, that little beast. Clara. I closed my eyes for a split second—just to remember the sound she made when she cried out, when I sank my fangs into her fair skin. That sound did thing
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You’ve no fucking right to kill someone so brutally!
Taehyung's POV “Have you lost your mind?” she shrieked. Not pleading. Accusing. “You’ve no fucking right to kill someone so brutally!” My hands itched to silence her. To erase that insolence. But her fire only made me want more. I barked a laugh—short, sharp. “Is people’s life a joke to you?” It was an accusation. Not a real question. I could have lied. I didn't. “You think you’re God?” Clara demanded, stepping closer. “You think you can do anything and no one will stop you?” I met her gaze, letting the cold sink through my bones. “I don’t think, Luna. I know.” Then I pointed the gun at Park again. Watched his eyes roll with fear. Pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through muscle and floor; his howling was music to my bones. Clara’s hands flew to her mouth in horror, tears springing free, voice breaking. You’d think I’d be sated with that. I wasn’t. I glanced at the others—watched them avert their eyes. No one had the balls to move, not even my most trusted
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How could he be so cruel??
Clara's POV I ran. Past the bodies—men bleeding into the rug, broken by the Alpha’s rage. I ran without dignity, feet bare, dress torn, my hands forever stained by the picture of violence he left in my mind. I could still hear Park’s scream, could still smell the gunpowder and blood. I reached my chamber and slammed the door behind me. My knees buckled. With shaking hands, I turned the lock. Inside the silence, the world collapsed. The walls felt too close. The air thick, heavy with dread and the taste of his mouth. I slumped to the floor, arms wrapped tight around my knees, sobbing, salt and fury trembling with every breath. How could he be so cruel? How could anyone kill so casually—over a careless word, an ugly laugh, a look? Was this the world I must rule in—share in—while the pack watched and judged and waited for me to fail? I pressed my face into my folded arms and wept—harder now, wild and unrestrained. Every tear cut my skin, and every breath hurt worse than the las
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what could I do with so little power?
Clara’s POV It was midnight, the hour when nightmares crawl out from beneath the bed and lay beside you. I woke abruptly—if I’d even truly slept—with my heart slamming into my ribs. The sharp, metallic twang of shattered glass lingered in the air. It sounded so final, so violent, as if the room itself had been split open. For a moment, I didn’t know if I was awake or still lost in the muddle of half-memories and images that haunted my head every time I closed my eyes: blood on marble, Lamplight flickering on Lisa’s fallen hair, Taehyung’s hand at my throat. Somewhere in this place, there had to be a world in which I could breathe again, but it wasn’t this one. A shadow moved beyond the bed canopy. I flinched instinctively—too sharp, too loud, as if movement alone might draw punishment. The air sizzled with whiskey and anger long before I saw him clearly. The Alpha—my husband, my captor, my enemy—stood over the ruins of what looked like an expensive decanter, jagged edges gleaming
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