His Omega, His Punishment のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Clara's POV "You heard me," I spat, the fear fueling my anger now, making my words sharper. "If you hadn't marked me, hadn't dragged me into this hell as your 'mate,' none of this would have happened. Garrick wouldn't have dared if I wasn't seen as your broken toy—weak, isolated, left alone in this godforsaken room like bait. You humiliate me in front of the pack every day, call me worthless, threaten me with chains and marks. You make me a target! This is on you. I hate you, Taehyung. I hate you for what you've become, for what you've done to me. The boy from the garden? He's dead, and you killed him. You killed us." For a moment, silence hung heavy between us, his face a storm of emotions—rage, possession, and something darker, perhaps a flicker of guilt buried deep. Then he grabbed my arms, pulling me against his chest, his bloodied hands staining the blanket. "You hate me?" he growled, his voice vibrating through me. "Good. Hate me all you want, Clara. It changes nothing. You'r

Clara's POV In his chambers, the air hung heavy with the flickering glow of candlelight, casting elongated shadows that danced like specters across the cold stone walls. The room was a fortress of opulence and intimidation—velvet drapes in deep crimson, a massive canopy bed piled with silken sheets that whispered promises of both pleasure and torment, and the faint, ever-present scent of him: musk and pine, now laced with the sharp, metallic tang of blood from the violence downstairs. My body still trembled uncontrollably from the ordeal in the bedroom, the guard's foul, invasive touch lingering like a phantom on my skin. Bruises bloomed like dark, accusing flowers where his fingers had dug in, and the bite mark on my neck throbbed with a dull, insistent pain. Every inch of me felt raw, exposed, violated. And now, here I was, dragged into Taehyung's inner sanctum, the door locking behind us with a deliberate, ominous click that echoed like the sealing of a tomb. He turned to me

Clara's POV As the first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, painting the chamber in muted gold, I stirred in Taehyung's unyielding embrace. My body throbbed—a symphony of aches from his relentless claiming, every muscle protesting the night's marathon of punishment and pleasure. Bruises bloomed like dark petals on my hips, my thighs, my neck where his teeth had sunk in, not deep enough to scar permanently but enough to remind me of his ownership with every breath. His seed still leaked from between my legs, a sticky reminder of how thoroughly he'd ruined me, just as he'd promised. I shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness, and his arm tightened around my waist instinctively, pulling me flush against his chest even in sleep. His scent enveloped me—musk, sweat, and that underlying alpha dominance that made my wolf purr despite my resolve. *He's vulnerable now,* my wolf whispered, her voice a sly murmur in the back of my mind, laced with a mix of satisfaction and sche

Clara's POV "Please... oh gods, Taehyung, it's too much," I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. Pleasure and pain blurred, a toxic mix that had me teetering on the edge. Guilt clawed at me—Lisa's memory loomed, her death a shadow I couldn't escape. How could I desire this monster? But the mate bond pulsed, amplifying every touch into ecstasy. "Too much?" He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. Then, with a savage thrust, he entered me from behind, his cock slamming home in one brutal motion. Water erupted around us, splashing onto the floor as he filled me completely, stretching me to the point of agony. I screamed, the burn exquisite and excruciating, my walls clenching around his thickness. "This is nothing compared to what you deserve," he growled, his pace immediate and punishing—hard, deep strokes that made waves crash against the tub's sides. "Feel me? Washing away your sins with my cock, filling you until you're drowning in it." Hi

Clara's POV The dawn light seeped through the heavy drapes, soft and pale, brushing over the tangled sheets that still smelled of lavender and iron. I lay still, my body aching in ways that went beyond the physical—deep into the marrow of my bones, where the bruises from Taehyung's unyielding grip had settled like permanent shadows. Every inch of me throbbed with the remnants of his "punishment," a word he wielded like a whip, cracking it over my skin until I bled submission. But submission wasn't surrender; not for me. Not yet. Beside me, Taehyung slept—peaceful, unguarded, and almost heartbreakingly human. His dark hair fell across his forehead in disheveled waves, catching the faint golden hues of the morning sun. His lashes cast long shadows over his cheeks, and his lips—those same lips that had snarled curses and whispered venom just hours ago—were slightly parted, as if exhaling secrets he wouldn't share in the waking world. He looked younger like this, stripped of the alpha'