6. The White Room

They shoved me through a heavy metal door into a stark white room. At first glance, it looked like a laboratory. Pristine white walls, harsh overhead lights that buzzed faintly, and a long metal table against one wall neatly arranged with vials of chemicals, syringes, wires, and strange metallic instruments that glinted coldly.

There were no windows.

My eyes settled on the chair in the center of the room and my blood ran cold.

It didn't look like a normal chair. Heavy metal restraints dangled from the armrests and legs, thick leather straps hung loose, and clusters of wires snaked across the frame like veins, connecting to a humming machine behind it. The seat looked unforgiving, with small metal nodes embedded where a person’s back and thighs would press. It screamed deliberate cruelty and wickedness.

I didn’t know what it was exactly, but every instinct screamed that it was built to break bodies and minds.

It surely would break mine.

Before I could even try to protest, the two Alphas hauled me forward and slammed me into the chair. I hissed sharply as my whipped back collided with the cold metal. A broken whimper escaped me, and tears blurred my vision.

“Careful with this one,” one of the Alphas muttered, his hands lingering too long as he yanked my arms into position. “Pretty little thing, isn’t he? All soft and trembling.” He said, trembling darkly.

The second Alpha smiled maniacally, making eye contact with me, he secured a strap around my thigh with unnecessary roughness, and his fingers brushed high enough to make my skin crawl. “Male Omegas aren't that common, wonder if he’s as good as they say. Too bad we can't have a taste, could’ve had some fun breaking him in properly.”

My stomach twisted with humiliation. I wanted to shrink away, but there was nowhere to go.

The door opened again, and a third Alpha entered wearing a crisp white coat over his broad frame. Wonderful, more Alphas.

His look bored as he walked in. “That’s enough, remember who this is. He's the King’s mate.” he drawled out.

The first Alpha scoffed, tightening a wrist restraint until it bit into my skin. “Oh please. His Highness denied him in front of the entire court. I don’t think he’ll care what we do to this useless Omega.”

But thankfully, they stopped the crude comments after that, though their lingering touches remained just invasive enough to remind me how powerless I was.

My heart thudded violently in my chest as they continued caging me to the chair. Leather straps locked across my chest, waist, and ankles. Cold metal cuffs snapped shut around my wrists and ankles. My lips trembled, but no words would form, only shallow, panicked breaths.

My mind raced for answers. I wasn’t the culprit, I knew that with every fiber of my body. The crime, whatever evidence they claimed to have found in my jacket… it had to be that man. The man who had bumped into me in the rain, he must have slipped whatever it was they found into my pocket during the collision.

I realized I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but how could I make the King believe that when he already saw me as worthless mate and a culprit?

Once I was fully secured, the two Alphas stepped back, and the one in the white coat moved forward, picking up a heavy metal helmet-like device hanging from the side of the chair. It was wired in a crazy way, looking very dangerous. He lowered it onto my head and adjusted it tightly until the metal pressed against my temples and scalp.

Finally finding my voice through shaky lips, I whispered, “What… what are you going to do to me?”

The Alpha paused, looking down at me with detached interest. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across his face, the kind that promised nothing but suffering.

“You’ll see.”

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break free. His reply did nothing to reassure me. If anything, it only twisted the knife of fear deeper into my chest, making my breathing come in short, panicked gasps.

Then, unexpectedly, he crouched down in front of me and I stared into his dead, cold eyes that had probably seen more death and torture than I could ever imagine. There was nothing human left in them. Just emptiness.

“You can still confess,” he said, his voice flat and emotionless. “Tell us everything now. It would save us both the stress and the time.”

I shook my head weakly, tears already slipping down my cheeks. “It wasn’t me,” I whispered, my voice trembling so badly I could barely form the words. “Please… I’m not a spy. I don’t know anything.”

One of the other Alphas standing by the wall let out an impatient snort. “Stop wasting time Gregory. His Highness wants answers. Get on with it.”

The Alpha, still crouched in front of me, stared at me a few seconds longer with those lifeless eyes, then shrugged like my suffering meant nothing to him.

“Suit yourself.” he said and stood up, taking a few steps back.

That’s when I noticed the small remote in his gloved hand.

“Begin,” he said and pressed a button.

The pain hit like lightning.

A sheer, burning heat exploded from my head, my spine, my wrists, everywhere the wires touched. It shot straight through me, racing from my fingertips to my heart like molten fire. I couldn’t even scream. My entire body seized, muscles locking so tightly I thought my bones would snap. My breath froze in my lungs, and the world narrowed to pure, blinding agony as I stared ahead at nothing, trapped in a silent scream while the burning heat tore me apart from the inside.

When he finally released the button, I gasped desperately, sucking in air like a drowning man. Sweat poured down my face. My clothes were soaked through in seconds.

I broke completely and a loud sob tore through me.

“No! please, stop!” I sobbed hysterically, my voice cracking into ugly, broken pleas. “It wasn’t me! I swear on the Moon Goddess, I didn’t do it! Please… please stop… I was only walking home from the clinic… that’s all, I swear!”

Why me?

The thought spun wildly in my head as I gasped for breath. All my life I had never done anyone wrong. I had hidden quietly, poisoned myself daily with those suppressants just to survive, stayed invisible and useless like everyone said male Omegas were. I had endured fear and loneliness without complaint. Why did this have to happen to me? Why had the Moon Goddess cursed me with a mate who wanted me destroyed?

I felt as if my soul was slowly detaching from my body, like it was floating away from this broken, trembling shell and leaving it behind to suffer alone.

Then the second wave came.

The Alpha pressed the button again, holding it longer. All hell broke loose inside me.

My body started convulsing violently, jerking and thrashing against the tight restraints like a puppet with its strings cut. My back arched sharply off the chair, and my limbs slammed into the cuffs, wrists and ankles bruising and tearing as shock forced them to move on their own. My head snapped back hard against the helmet, teeth clenching until I tasted blood on my tongue.

A horrible, choking sound tore from my throat, raw and animalistic, not even a proper scream. Foam gathered at the corners of my mouth while my vision flashed between blinding white and pitch black. My heart hammered wildly, stuttering and racing as if it might explode. Every muscle contracted and released in brutal waves, my spine felt like it was being shattered from within. The bond, the cruel golden thread, pulsed faintly in the background, amplifying everything, forcing me to feel the distant echo of my mates hatred even as my body destroyed itself.

My omega, oh my omega. He whimpered in me, finally giving up as he couldn't help me bear the pain anymore

It was too much. Too much pain. Too much fear. Too much betrayal from a fate I never asked for.

The last thing I heard was one of the Alphas yelling in alarm, “Stop! Stop! He’s going to-”

Then everything went black.