Semua Bab The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Bab 81 - Bab 90

TW: Explicit MM sexReedI gasped as the thick, swollen tip of Rayne’s cock breached me, slow and searing.It burned.It always fucking burned.Didn’t matter how much lube I used or how long I spent fingering myself open. Rayne was just too big—monstrously, beautifully, obscenely big. And me? I wasn’t built for this. I didn’t have the soft, yielding body of an Omega, no slick to ease the way, no natural heat begging to be bred. I was a Beta. Tight. Dry. Wrong.And I fucking loved it.I craved it.I lived for the stretch, the way his thick cock forced my body to yield inch by inch like it was something to be conquered. I welcomed the sting, clung to it like a junkie with his needle. The pain was sharp, intimate—proof that I was taking all of him, that I could.Even if I wasn’t an Omega, I could still be his.I gasped as the fat, swollen head of his cock breached me. Slow. Relentless. It stung—gods, it stung—but I welcomed it. My back arched, hands splayed across his chest for balance, f

ReedI woke up alone in bed, and for a second, I thought Rayne had gone to the bathroom. But when I stretched out my arm and felt only cold sheets, I frowned. It was still early—barely 9AM—and Rayne never left without telling me. Not unless something urgent had come up. I called out lazily, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Rayne?”No answer.Odd.I pushed myself up on my elbows and instantly regretted it. My entire body ached—hips, thighs, even the small of my back. Last night had been intense. Rayne had been wild, almost desperate with how he touched me, held me, fucked me like he couldn’t get enough. The soreness was a delicious reminder of that. I smiled faintly to myself and exhaled, not exactly eager to move but forcing myself to anyway.Dragging the robe off the headboard, I slid it over my shoulders and tied it lazily around my waist, the fabric brushing against the love bites on my chest. I was just about to leave the room in search of my husband when something caught my eye—a s

AmberPulling into the parking lot of Le Chantelle's made me feel instantly out of place. The restaurant’s front facade alone screamed luxury—polished marble steps leading to double glass doors with gold-trimmed handles. A valet dressed better than I did opened the car door with a stiff nod and didn’t even blink twice at our beat-up vehicle, though I caught the way his eyes subtly flicked over our clothes.Ian stepped out first and held the door open for me like always. I adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder, already feeling out of place. My scrubs had been exchanged for a modest black blouse and jeans, but I still looked and felt like someone who didn’t belong here. Ian, on the other hand, somehow made simplicity look graceful. In his button-down and slacks, he blended in a little more than I did—but only just.The moment we walked through the entrance, the air changed.Soft lighting glowed from crystal chandeliers suspended from a ceiling that looked like it belonged in a r

AmberSince the day we exchanged contacts after the first hearing, Rayne had been calling almost every night—without fail. Not for me. For Evalie.Every evening, like clockwork, he’d call after dinner, and Evalie would squeal and rush for my phone with a grin that stretched wide across her tiny face. “Daddy’s calling!” she’d shout, bouncing on her toes, green eyes sparkling as if Christmas had come early. Then she’d settle on the couch or her bed and talk his ears off, telling him everything she did that day, no matter how small.At first, I kept my distance during these calls, lingering in the background, half-listening, half-tuning them out. I told myself it was just temporary. That he was probably doing this to earn points for the custody battle.But deep down, I knew better.Rayne wasn’t just playing a role. He was easing into fatherhood too easily—too naturally. He listened to Evalie with genuine interest, laughed when she said something funny, asked thoughtful questions, praised

AmberI cleared my throat, trying to pull myself together. My voice came out flat, but I managed to keep it steady."I honestly didn’t need to know that."Rayne didn’t miss a beat. "True," he said, his tone shameless and unapologetic. "But now that you do, I have no reason to hold back. I’ve been on rut suppressants for the last seven years, but it feels like this particular one is gonna happen no matter how many pills I pop."That alarmed me instantly. My instinctive reaction wasn’t emotional—it was clinical. Subconsciously, I slipped into doctor mode."Are you insane?" I snapped. "Taking suppressants for that long is bad for your health. You're gonna mess your body up."Rayne didn’t even flinch. "I know. But what choice do I have?"The words that came out of my mouth next tasted bitter, thick with old resentment and something uglier—jealousy, maybe—but I forced them out anyway."Well, you're married. Why isn't Reed helping you with your ruts?"There was a beat of silence, then Rayne’