"Be careful not to miscarry, you worked so hard to mate with me for this child, you better take care of yourself now!" The Alpha's cold angry voice spreads a shiver down Rene's spine. Born as a recessive omega and a slave, Rene's life has been full of misery and humiliation, what happens when he is forced to become a sex slave to the cold hearted Barbarian, Lyrien, a powerful dominant Alpha whose name strikes terror even to other Alphas? Lyrien is a savage beast, who hunts and kills for pleasure, he greatly despises the sex slave sent by his enemy to serve him. Rene is an innocent omega who is caught between the power struggles between Clans and Alphas. In a world ruled by the strong will Rene manage to survive or will he be crushed by his brute master whose cruelty leaves his spirit hanging on a thread? This is an omegaverse MM Dark romance, containing dark themes, such as abuse, torture, male pregnancy, proceed with caution.
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It's so cold.The ground is moist and stinky; the boy sitting on the ground of the small old storage room has whip scars all over his body, and the rags he wore are torn in several areas from the brutality of the flogging he has just received.
His weak body crumbles from both hunger and pain, even more haunting is the knowledge that they will soon be back.
They will make him suffer more, and his frail body may not be able to take it this time.
As though jinxing himself to another round of punishment, the wooden door suddenly flies open and Rene cowers backward, his frantic eyes are wide with plea when several towering figures looms above him like a frightening shadow.
"Has our little thief learned his lesson yet?" Hugo, the head of the kitchen servant sneers, crouching down to meet Rene's panicked gaze with a malicious smile.
Rene does not respond; his lips tighten of their own accord; even if he begs, they will still hurt him anyway, perhaps even more. He won't give them that twisted satisfaction.
Hugo's eyes narrow at the omega in displeasure; he can see the defiance in Rene's eyes, and he turns to the other servants who have followed him into the room.
"What he took was one week's food's worth; see to it that he doesn't get to eat anything during this period," He gives out the order, "Watch how I starve your stupid ass to death!"
"I did all the w_ork assigned to me, w_hy am I not allowed even w_water? As you know, my mother is critically ill, she's going to die if she continues to be poorly fed!" Rene shudders when Hugo barks out a merciless laughter."Still not enough reason to steal, and yes, if you and your mother could both die, it would be better for everyone; everyone is tired of seeing your hideous faces!"
Rene attempts to struggle when Hugo suddenly grasps his chin, his voice dripping with cruelty and excitement that makes bile rise in Rene's throat. "You haven't learned your lesson yet; it makes me look bad; others will repeat the same mistake if I don't use you as an example!"
Without warning, Hugo delivers a harsh punch to Rene's face. Rene swallows back a painful cry, he can taste metallic blood in his tongue.
"I will see how long your stubbornness will last," Hugo sneers, being a Beta, he is much stronger than Rene, and flexing his power like this thrills him with satisfaction.
"I'm still the son of your chief, you can't raise your hand on me like this!" Rene cries out bitterly, and Hugo laughs, his mocking laughter echoing throughout the whole kitchen; the other servants join him.
"There is nothing noble about being a weak spineless Omega, " Hugo delivers a sharp kick to Rene's abdomen, sending Rene flying against a wall, every nerve ending in his body cracking with pain.
"I don't think your father is going to do anything even if I decide to kill you today; your brothers will applaud me for getting rid of you. Everyone, let's teach this pig a lesson not to steal again!" Hugo beckons to the other servants.
"No, let me go!" Rene screams when they close in on him, He has no hope of escaping as they gang up on him, each delivering brutal blows and kicks to every part of Rene's body.
Rene's arms are lifted in a failed attempt to shield his face from their assault.He doesn't want to cry and give them satisfaction, but every part of his body hurts so much that the tears keep escaping his eyes of their own accord.
His slender body curls into a tight protective ball and his soft whimper of pain is sneered upon, they all laugh at him for being so weak
"Look, our noble Chief's son is begging for mercy!" Hugo's statement earns another round of laughs from the other servants.
The sounds of drums from a distance halts their movement.
"We will deal with you later!"
Rene allows himself to sob aloud when the servants are all gone; his heart is already numb to their insults; why can't his body react the same way? Why does it still hurt so much when he should be used to receiving beatings?
Ever since he was born in this very castle, his lowly identity has been ingrained into the depths of his brain, every single breath he takes is a constant reminder of what he is.
He's the son of the Chief, yet he still has to beg for food and water, and most of the time, the crumbles and remnants of what the other servants have eaten are what is given to him. Rene's mother, Vera, is an omega and a slave who used to serve the Lady Chief, but her captivating beauty caught the eyes of the Clan Chief, and only a few months later, she got pregnant with the Chief's child. The baby, upon delivery, turned out to be an omega.Male Omega's are rare, mostly a defect of birth, they are considered even more useless than females because they serve no purpose.
The Chief, who had expected his Alpha genes to dominate, had refused to set his eyes on the birthed child upon hearing the news. To him, Rene is a disaster who ruined his perfect lineage of Alphas males.
Vera had also caught a strange illness after giving birth to the baby and lost the Clan chief's love and favour so Rene and his mother were completely shunned by the other slaves who had been jealous of Vera.
Rene's two half-brothers, who are both Alphas, scorn him deeply, unwilling to forgive the injustice that had been done to their mother by a mere slave who had tried to climb up the ranks by seducing their father.
"Rene!" Soral bursts into the kitchen; Rene gasps in surprise to see his half-sister, Princess Kyra, behind him.
Despite the pain and bruises on his body, Rene bows to greet the Alpha."Your Highness!"
"Don't call me that," Kyra breathes softly. " We are still siblings after all,"
"I wanted to help you; looks like I'm already too late," Soral says regrettably, gazing at Rene's beaten-up form.
Soral is Rene's only friend; he is also a male omega and a slave; their friendship and close bond just happen naturally because everyone else hates them.Rene winces when Soral supports him to his feet, Among his half-siblings, he knows only Kyra sees him as a person; she often tries to protect him when the others bully him, but she can only do little, especially when her brothers are involved.
"You should leave this place, Rene, now that my brothers are back from the war, your life will get much worse," Kyra says, her voice sympathetic.Rene suddenly realizes that the drums he had heard earlier are the sound of the Princes returning.
"Everyone has gone to welcome the Princes, they were victorious and even captured a prisoner; the parade is still ongoing outside the castle walls," Soral says.
Rene's heart flinches with panic; the bullying from the servants is nothing compared to the torture his half-brothers always inflict on him.
But he has no money, where can he go?
A slave is forbidden to escape from the clan, and even if he does succeed, Rene has heard that outside the castle, and even amongst the neighbouring clan, the only work available to people like him is prostitution.
An omega like him will not be able to get a proper job, and selling his body isn't an option for Rene.
He can continue to live like this, scrambling for food and being bullied by the other servants, and his brothers are much better, in his opinion.
"I'll give you money, I've saved all of my allowances this past year for you," Kyra tells an astonished Rene.
"What? I mean, why will you give me your money?"
"It's not your fault for being born the way you are; I pity both you and your mother; we share our father's blood, after all; I will create a chance for you to take your Mother with you, just promise me that when you leave, you will never come back?"
"How will I escape with the guards everywhere?"
"There is an old passage that leads outside the castle, I will secretly open it for your sake"
Rene nods fervently, his heart blossoming with hope for the first time in his nineteen years of life; tears of gratitude flood his eyes, and he bows before the Princess yet again.
"I will never forget your mercy"
"Get up Rene, you're embarrassing me!" A new life. It almost sounds too good to be true.*
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This is not an update!Dear lovely readers, I'm deeply sorry to inform you that I won't be able to update for a short while. I recently did a minor surgery on my eyes, so I'm advised to stay away from my laptop. I'll be back soon with more interesting chapters, please bear with me, I love you all. Thank you for all your supports, once again, I'm deeply sorry.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN * * "I want to mark you so deeply" Lyrien continues, grazing strong fingers down Rene’s exposed collarbone, "That even the stars know you’re mine.” “Lyrien,” Rene whimpers, dragging Lyrien from the daze he seems to have fallen into. “I want to spend every second here in this hut rutting with you, knotting you deeply until you cannot think of anything else, but me!” " he whispers, leaning even closer so that their lips nearly brush, but even so, their gazes remain magnetized. “So, I want to bury myself in you and forget the rest of the world exists. Is this... love?” Lyrien’s voice cracks at the end— with something fragile. Wounded. A moment passes silently, and then helpless frustration flashes across Lyrien's face. “I guess not,” he whispers. “Maybe because, I only know how to take, how to conquer and to own, perhaps this is all I'm capable of, Lyrien becomes blurred under Rene’s tearful gaze; the lost look in his mate's eyes, which is c
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN * * From a young age, Lyrien had been driven with the sole purpose of conquering lands and strengthening their clan. To redeem his bloodline. He had cut off every emotion that was linked to being weak, seen as vulnerable, and unfit. Engraved so deeply within him was the unwillingness to walk in his father's path and make the same mistakes. He had never wanted a mate nor to share a bond with anyone, and on the rare occasions that he did allow himself to think about it, a mate was only a means to an end. A power symbol. A tool for breeding. One would lead. One would submit. Simple. Controlled. But his very principle shattered the day this fair-headed omega stumbled into his life, sacrificed to him, and Lyrien had eaten his prey. Tasted the forbidden fruit. Even back then, Rene had radiated so bright, something so fragile, yet so beautiful, flooding that dark space with his warmth and light. And before Lyrien knew it, the icy wall he'd spent
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN * * Rene inhales deeply and the smell of breakfast wafts into his nostrils, and all of a sudden, his stomach feels very queasy. Sighing, he climbs off the bed; much to his luck, Lyrien is nowhere in the hut as Rene disposes of the unpleasant-smelling food. If Lyrien finds out that he has been skipping meals, there's no doubt that he will throw a fit, but these days, Rene has zero appetite; perhaps this is also an aftermath symptom of the heat he recently underwent. His attention shifts to the door, the loud voices outside gnaw at Rene's curiosity, but the first step he takes outside the hut fills him with instant regret. His feet sway as dizziness attacks his whole body. Ugh. . . Not again! The morning air is cool but Rene's skin feels overly warm, his breath hot. When will these symptoms pass? But Kai had told him it's normal to expect a few changes until his body readjusts to normal cycle. It shouldn't be this severe. Why are my own thi
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE * * Luca stiffens slightly as his eyes land briefly on the particular female who watches him with a strong flicker of hope in her eyes. Deranged, dark eyes, but then it is to be expected that she has completely lost her mind. "Brother. . . You came to see me, right?" Yara grips the metal bars to her cell, her stomach is bigger now, heavy with child. "I knew you wouldn't entirely forsake me," For some seconds, Luca's gaze roams Yara's now scrawny features; her eyes are sunken and red; she is certainly not doing well in this foul-smelling environment. "I'll put to birth any time soon, I cannot give birth here! Lyrien changed his mind, right?" She laughs, high and broken. "You're here to get me out, I know you are! Does he want the baby now? Will I become the Lady Chief? Why won't he want me? I was there for him first!" She suddenly screams, tears assaulting her eyes at Luca's dead expression. Luca's expression tightens, at this moment, he doesn
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN * * Tears spill freely down Soral’s cheeks now, hot and silent. His body aches in too many ways to count, but it's worse in his chest, his heart feels like a raw, open wound. “I'm scared. . .”He grasps Vidarr tightly, meeting the barbarian’s dark, now lust-filled gaze. “What are you afraid of?” Even now, Soral cannot bring himself to answer. A past already forgotten, perhaps speaking about it will manifest it into existence. Late into the night, the fires are now dim, but the pair does not need an external source to keep them warm. Soral's exhausted body drifts off and for the first time in a long time, the nightmare visited. He dreams of the old village. A slave to serve the noble Akleris, but Soral hadn't always been a slave. For the first five years of his life, he had parents like every child. “We are family, aren't we? Selling you will feed us for a week, can you not do this much for your family?” “Besides, you are an omega, keeping you
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN * * Soral blinks twice, his frantic mind scrambling for a response, how did the conversation suddenly sway in this unwanted direction? What prize is this barbarian even talking about?! Soral's hand flies towards his neck, as though to shield it from Vidarr's lazily wandering gaze, his body quivering with sudden chills. Only a few moments ago, he thought he'd completely wrap this barbarian around his fingers. . . Or had he not? "So. . . Mark or not?" Vidarr drawls, shattering the momentary silence; a concealed smirk tugs on his lips as he watches his flustered prey. Soral feels ensnared by the mysterious gleam in Vidarr's eyes, is fate toying with him? How can he suddenly demand this?! "No mark!" Soral shakes his head vehemently, he knows only little about mating bonds, but he knows they will become family in the truest sense if he bears this Alpha's mark. . . Such an intimate tie, yet, meaningless to those who have them. He doesn't need blood tie
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE * * Soral whimpers, leaning up, his lips trembling as he joins it to Vidarr's "I’m yours. I need you." Vidarr’s control shatters. He seizes Soral’s mouth in a brutal kiss, plundering him without mercy. His hand yanks at the breeches clinging to Soral’s hips, ripping them down roughly with one hand, exposing him to the cold air—and to him. Soral clings to him, matching the kiss with frantic hunger, their bodies colliding as Vidarr fills him up in one solid thrust. Vidarr doesn't stop until he fills completely, and Soral, who adjusts past the initial discomfort, doesn't know if he can survive the pleasure of it all. Vidarr's hips rock into him with soft, unhurried movements. The pleasure is a slow build, bringing them higher and higher with each thrust. Their heavy breaths mingle together, bodies slick with sweat as each minute passes “Vidarr . . .” Soral whimpers, his fingers digging into Vidarr's shoulders as his scrotum tightens; Vidarr reaches
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT **"He stays outside," Vidarr's voice rings with cold finality, slicing through the chill air, leaving no room for argument.Soral stares at the smaller cottage, which is isolated some distance from the larger one he shares with Vidarr. His chest tightens."At least, for tonight, can't he—""No."The flat, dead tone silences him.Soral bites his lip, glancing at Tyr, who shrinks under Vidarr’s glare. Fear flickers in the boy’s eyes. Soral’s mind whirls with questions, so many things only Tyr can answer—what had happened in the village, how he'd ended up with Yori.They hurt him.The thought squeezed Soral’s heart painfully. His shoulders slump with resignation when Vidarr doesn't soften. Vidarr has agreed to take the omega with them, but he would be damned before letting him invade his and Soral's space."Now," Vidarr’s voice drops, dangerously soft; Soral gazes up at him as he continues "How about you finish what you started earlier, omega? Your litt
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