You killed us.

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

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No tears tonight. No weakness. Understand?

Clara’s POV The courtyard reeked of blood and charred flesh, the metallic tang clinging to my skin like a second layer of shame. Garrick's body hung limp from the post, a grotesque marionette with empty sockets staring blindly at the rising sun. The pack's cheers echoed in my ears, a cacophony of approval that twisted my stomach into knots. I sagged against Taehyung, the pistol still hot in my trembling hands, his arm around my waist the only thing keeping me upright. His scent—pine, smoke, and dominance—enveloped me, a suffocating reminder that I was his. Always his. The cheers faded into murmurs as the pack dispersed, elders nodding in grim satisfaction, guards hauling Garrick's corpse away like refuse. Evelyn lingered at the edge, her lips curved in a sly smile, eyes flicking between Taehyung and me with something like envy laced in cruelty. Minho crossed his arms, his gaze unreadable, while Seol turned away entirely, her shoulders shaking as if the violence had carved into her

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You're my sinful little whore now, aren't you?

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

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This pussy was made for my punishment, wasn't it?

Clara's POV "You're dripping for me, aren't you? So sinful, so eager for your alpha's cock to stretch you wide." I whimpered, a sound torn between protest and desire, my hands fisting in the sheets as waves of sensation crashed over me. "You're a monster," I spat, but my hips bucked slightly, pressing against his hand as it finally reached my folds. He parted them with expert, ruthless precision, finding me slick and swollen despite my turmoil. "Monster?" He chuckled darkly, the vibration rumbling against my skin as he switched to my other breast, sucking harder, his teeth scraping until I arched off the bed. "Yes, I am. And you're going to love every filthy second of it." His fingers plunged inside me without warning—two at once, thick and unyielding—curling to hit that spot deep within that made stars explode behind my eyes. I cried out, back bowing, tears mingling with sweat on my face. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling my clit with merciless pre

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All Chapters of His Omega, His Punishment : Chapter 21 - Chapter 24

You killed us.

No tears tonight. No weakness. Understand?

You're my sinful little whore now, aren't you?

This pussy was made for my punishment, wasn't it?