JaneI slowly blink my eyes open, the dim light of the room stinging my senses as I struggle to focus. My head throbs with pain, and I instinctively reach up, only to feel cold metal encircling my wrists. Panic shoots through me as I realize I'm handcuffed to a chair, my ankles bound as well.Fear claws at my chest as I try to make sense of my surroundings. The room is tiny, suffocatingly small, with bare walls and a single flickering light bulb casting eerie shadows across the floor. My heart races in my chest as I struggle to remember how I ended up here.I was with Ian, I remember that much. We were at the spa, cleaning up after the baby shower. But then... then what? My mind is a foggy haze, memories slipping through my grasp like water through clenched fists. Was Ian hurt too? I can't recall.My Omega senses, once so sharp and acute, are now nothing but a distant memory. The absence of their reassuring presence leaves me feeling vulnerable, exposed. I fight back tears, refusing t

JaneWeakness enveloped me like a heavy cloak, weighing down my limbs and clouding my thoughts. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, a relentless ache that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Thirst burned my throat, a desperate longing for water that went unquenched.As I lay there, bound and helpless, I couldn't help but wonder how it had come to this. How had I ended up in such a dire situation, at the mercy of men who saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game?I felt a sense of hopelessness wash over me, a deep despair that threatened to consume me whole. What was the point of fighting when it seemed like nobody cared? When it seemed like nobody wanted me?Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about all the times I had been rejected, all the times I had been cast aside like yesterday's news. As an Omega, I was supposed to be cherished and protected, but instead, I was treated like nothing more than a burden.A strange pang of pain shot through my chest, a sh

Isabel As I awaken to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, a sense of dread settles in the pit of my stomach. Today is the day I must confront a truth I've been desperately trying to avoid. I sit up slowly, my mind already swirling with thoughts of what I must face. It's not an easy realization to come to, but I can no longer deny the truth that has been staring me in the face for months now. I am not carrying Nick's child. The words echo in my mind, a painful reminder of the lie I've been living, the deception I've been weaving in a desperate attempt to hold onto a love that was never truly mine. I close my eyes, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill over. I had hoped and prayed that I would be pregnant, that this child would be the key to securing Nick's affections once and for all. But deep down, I knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking, a desperate attempt to fill the void left by his rejection. I glance down at my swollen belly, my hand

NickAs I stood in the hallway, watching Isabel busy herself in the kitchen, a sense of concern gnawed at me. It had been weeks since she started acting strangely, avoiding conversations about her health and brushing off my attempts to schedule a doctor's appointment."Isabel, can we talk for a moment?" I called out, my voice tinged with worry.She turned to face me, her expression strained. "Not now, Nick. I have things to do," she replied curtly, avoiding my gaze.My heart sank at her dismissive tone. "Isabel, please," I persisted, stepping closer to her. "Your health is important. We need to make sure everything is okay with the baby."She sighed, setting down the dish she was washing. "I told you, I'm fine," she insisted, her voice wavering slightly.Before I could respond, the doorbell rang, interrupting our conversation. I exchanged a puzzled glance with Isabel as I headed to answer it. Standing on our doorstep was Mrs. Mitchell, Isabel's mother."Mom? What are you doing here?"