Semua Bab The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Bab 11 - Bab 20

AmberIn other words, I would be kicked out of the shelter if I kept my pregnancy. Tears burned in my eyes as I nodded silently, unable to find the strength to argue.“Figure it out,” Marilyn said, turning on her heel and walking away, leaving me standing frozen in the hallway.When I finally made it back to my room, I collapsed onto the mat, my mind racing. If they kicked me out, where would I go? What would I do? It was too dangerous for an Omega on the streets, especially one carrying a pup. I’d heard too many horror stories.“This wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken the money,” Irma said, her voice cold.“I’m not taking his money,” I snapped.“You need it,” she shot back. “You have no one else. No support. You’re pregnant and vulnerable. Why are you so stubborn?”“Because I’m not going to sell what little dignity I have left!” I shouted, my voice breaking.Irma sighed, her frustration palpable. “Then get dressed. We’re going to school.”****The school day passed in a blur.I sat

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic description of rape.AmberI tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go. The room was empty, the walls bare, and the three men surrounded me like predators closing in on their prey.“No,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging you.”“Stop fighting,” the leader said coldly, reaching for me. “If you want to make it out of here alive, Omega, you’ll be a good little girl for us and do as you’re told.” The leader grabbed both my hands even as I thrashed and fought uselessly against him while the two other men tore off my clothes, leaving me naked. The cold air seeped into my bones, goosebumps rippling my skin as they stared at my body lustfully.“Please… Please don't do this… I'm sorry, please stop…” I begged over and over but it all fell on deaf ears.“Hold her down.” The leader ordered and the other men complied, subduing me as the leader quickly undid his belt, with his pants coming down.True, unadulterated f

AmberThe world came back in fragments.Blinding white lights above me. The steady beeping of a monitor. The faint scent of antiseptic that burned my nose. My limbs felt heavy, like they weren’t mine, and there was a strange, dull ache in the lower half of my body.I blinked, trying to piece together where I was. The ceiling tiles blurred in and out of focus, the fluorescent light stinging my eyes. My throat was dry, raw, like I’d been screaming for hours.A soft shuffle of footsteps broke the silence. A figure stepped into view, but I couldn’t make them out clearly. My heart lurched, panic surging through me as I instinctively tried to sit up.“Easy!” a woman’s voice said quickly, firm but kind. “Don’t move too fast. You’re safe here.”Safe. The word felt foreign, hollow.I froze, my breathing shallow as my eyes adjusted to the figure before me. It was a nurse—a woman in her mid-thirties with tired eyes and a clipboard in her hands. She had no scent, a Beta. She looked harmless, but

Dr. IchikaI stood outside Amber Queen’s room, the case file clutched in my hands. I had been a therapist for over two decades, but something about this particular case weighed heavier than others. Amber’s file painted a picture of someone who had endured more pain than anyone should, let alone an eighteen-year-old girl who would soon become a mother.Taking a deep breath, I tried to push aside my apprehension. I was here to help her, no matter how broken she was. My job was to guide her back to herself, one step at a time.I knocked softly on the door, announcing myself. “Amber? I’m Dr. Ichika Kirishima. May I come in?”The door creaked open, and Nurse Lillian peeked out. She gave me a small smile and gestured for me to enter. “She’s awake but she's… nervous,” she whispered. “You’ll do fine, just be gentle.” She stepped aside, letting me enter.Stepping inside, I was struck by how small Amber looked in the sterile hospital room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees drawn

Dr. IchikaThe hospital was silent, the kind of silence that weighed heavily after a long, exhausting day. I sat at my desk, staring at the phone. In front of me was the crumpled piece of paper where Amber had hesitantly scribbled her father’s contact information earlier in the session. It had taken days of gentle nudging to get her to share it, and even then, I could see the conflict in her eyes.She didn’t trust him. That much was obvious.I took a deep breath, dialing the number before I could overthink it. The line rang once, twice, and then a third time before a gruff voice answered.“Hello?”“Mr. Queen?” I asked, keeping my tone professional. “This is Dr. Ichika Kirishima. I’m calling from Hunter Valley Medical.”“What’s this about?” he asked, his voice sharp and impatient.“It’s about your daughter, Amber,” I began carefully. “She’s currently under my care as a patient. I’m her therapist.”There was a pause. “Amber?” he repeated, his tone flat.“Yes,” I confirmed. “She was admi