The Omega Mate Enslaved By The King of Werewolf

BlairThe air in the room was thick, heavy with the smell of stale sweat and the icy fear that had become my constant companion. I lay on the bed, the mattress creaking under Benjie's weight as he loomed over me. My hands instinctively clutched the sheet beneath me, my knuckles white with tension.“Do you want me to go fast, Blair?” His voice, more a harsh growl than a question, echoed close to my ear. There was relentless mockery in his tone.I swallowed, the lump in my throat growing larger. I kept a firm pressure on my lips, struggling to contain any sound. I knew that any sign of distress, a stifled sob or a moan of pain, would only fuel his cruelty.Benjie moved on top of me, a dead, oppressive weight, forcing his body against mine. It was not an act of passion, but of imposition, a brutal assertion of power that left me exhausted.“I asked if you want me to go fast, bitch!” His sudden shout made me cringe. A sharp pain exploded across my cheek; he had slapped me. The metallic t

I didn't grow up in a pack, but I had a basic understanding of how they worked. If this land belonged to a powerful Alpha, I assumed that three, four, or perhaps more warriors were chasing us. I wasn't going to let them capture me. Nor did I believe Kodaline was ready to endure another beating or the horrible things an Alpha might do to captured renegades.“Damn it! Why is this happening to me, Moon Goddess?” I whispered, frustration burning inside me. The sound of footsteps was getting clearer, which meant the pack warriors were right behind us.We have to get out of this territory, Kodaline. They won't stop, and I'd rather die than be someone's slave, or an Alpha's toy to torture when he's bored, stressed, or angry. I emphasized it mentally. I knew my wolf shared that same terror.“We're almost in no man's land,” Kodaline replied, picking up the pace.After a few minutes of desperate running, we finally reached No Man's Land, an unclaimed territory that no werewolf pack owned, which

I felt irritated. Lincoln had been trying to argue with me since we left that Council meeting. I couldn't help wishing he had never grown up; as a child, he always agreed with me. Although I was proud of his conviction, his stance bothered me deeply.“That's if my mate is a renegade, Lincoln. The Moon Goddess has made me wait so long that I doubt she would give me a renegade as a mate. That would be fucking unfair.” I snatched the bouquet from him.I walked straight to the door of the packing house and left the flowers there. Before leaving, I scratched the word “RAVEN” on the door with my claws until the word was illegible, covered in deep marks.“Let's go,” I said to Lincoln, returning to the car.“Logan,” he called after me. I sighed but didn't turn around."Let's end this conversation, Lincoln. I'm not going to change my mind. As much as he is your brother, I am also your Alpha, and you have to respect my decision.“ I said through clenched teeth, and finally got into the car.Linc

I was about to close the door, but he blocked the way with his foot. He looked at me indignantly, but quickly managed to calm down.“There is something you can do for me, Alpha Logan,” Maddox said with unusual formality. It bothered me that he called me “Alpha”; I considered Maddox and Lincoln my brothers, and I always insisted that they call me by my name.However, Maddox looked so helpless now, his eyes pale and tired, as if he hadn't slept in days.“All right, tell me everything you know about your mate,” I agreed. I motioned for him to come into the attic, and we headed to my office.“I assume your mate is still in the basement,” I said. I already had an idea of the favor he would ask of me: he wanted me to free his renegade mate.“Yes. And Henry tortured her, Logan,” Maddox complained, raising his voice. I raised my eyebrows. He seemed to want me to be angry with Henry.“Henry's job is to interrogate renegades who dare to set foot on our territory, Maddox,” I reminded him. But t

Logan“Are you a hybrid?”Elena's question cut through the damp, cold air of the basement. I could see the unadulterated shock in her eyes, a mixture of fear and amazement, reflected in the dim light. Her reaction was exactly what I had anticipated the moment I mentioned that my mother was a witch.I leaned against one of the stone columns, crossing my arms over my chest. The dampness of the place smelled of earth and neglect.“I'm not a hybrid, Elena,” I replied, keeping my voice steady and even. “It's a violation of natural law to be both at once, not this way. You can only be a witch, vampire, or werewolf by birth.”She frowned and raised an eyebrow, the usual look of doubt crossing her face. “But I am a hybrid. Right now, I am a witch and a werewolf.”A smile slipped across my lips, an expression of disbelief, not mockery. She is naive if she thinks a simple spell makes her a true hybrid. I still believe that the spell her mother cast on her is flawed, perhaps even dangerous, es