All Chapters of His Omega, His Punishment : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Clara's POV I rose again, lighting candles against the encroaching dusk, their flames dancing shadows across the walls. The chamber felt alive now, breathing with the storm's pulse, and I moved through it like a specter—trailing fingers over the dagger's hiding spot, inhaling the faint trace of his cologne on the pillows. Hunger gnawed at my belly; the betas had slid trays through the door slot—bread, cheese, stew gone cold—but I picked at it mechanically, sustenance for the war ahead. Night fell heavy, the rain a lullaby of despair. I lay awake, staring at the canopy above the bed, its embroidered stars mocking my grounded fate. The bond thrummed, a heartbeat out of sync with mine, and for the first time, doubt crept in. What if he didn't return? What if the rogues took him, his blood mingling with the mud? A pang shot through me—fear? Grief? No. Relief, I told myself. But my wolf keened, a mournful sound that twisted my gut. Mate... in danger. We need him. "Need him?" I whisper

Clara's POV "Spread your legs, Clara. Show me how wet my punishment makes you." I did, thighs parting with a shiver, the cool air kissing my folds, already swollen and slick. He released my wrists, sliding down my body like a predator savoring the hunt, his injured hand leaving bloody prints on my ribs, my hip. When he reached my center, he parted me with rough fingers, exposing me fully, his breath hot against my clit. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with drunken awe and venom. "Dripping like a bitch in heat. Hate me all you want, but this cunt? It weeps for its alpha's ruin." His tongue flicked out, tracing my slit in one long, languid stroke, lapping up my arousal mixed with the faint trace of his seed from nights past. I cried out, hips jerking, fingers fisting in his wet hair. "Taehyung... please," I gasped, not sure if I begged for mercy or more, the line blurred in the haze of sensation. The storm outside raged on, rain lashing the windows like accusatory fingers,

Clara's POV As the morning’s pale light filtered through the narrow window slits high in the stone walls, casting elongated shadows across the tiled floor, I slipped from Taehyung’s grasp with the stealth of a hunted doe. His bandaged hand, wrapped in crisp white linen stained faintly with dried blood, slid off my hip with a subtle twitch, his breathing deep and even in the throes of sleep. My body was a battlefield—every muscle screamed in protest, a symphony of deep bruises blooming like midnight roses on my pale skin, strained tendons pulling taut with each tentative step. The ache between my thighs was the worst, a throbbing reminder of his relentless invasions, the sticky remnants of his seed clinging to my inner thighs like a possessive brand. I needed to wash it all away, to scour the evidence of his cruelty from my flesh, if only to reclaim a sliver of myself in the solitude of the bath chamber. My wolf stirred restlessly in the recesses of my mind, her presence a low, vibra

Clara's POV “Yes more,” he insisted, his fingers plunging inside, curling to hit that spot. “Beg for it, Clara. Beg while I finger-fuck your guilt away.” I arched against his invading fingers, a gasp escaping my lips as the hot water enveloped us both, sloshing over the tub's edge in chaotic waves. His touch was ruthless, even with one hand compromised—those long, skilled digits plunging deeper, curling with precision to stroke that sensitive spot inside me that made my vision blur. "Taehyung... gods, stop," I pleaded, but my body betrayed me, hips rocking instinctively into his palm, chasing the building pressure despite the soreness from the night before. The bond pulsed like a heartbeat between us, amplifying every sensation, turning pain into a twisted ecstasy that I both craved and despised. My wolf howled in my mind, her voice a sultry growl laced with caution. Yes! Feel the fire of the bond—let it consume you, but don't lose yourself. He's vulnerable now, Clara; his wound sl

Clara's POV His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, crowding me against the wall. "They won't. Because you're the distraction—the reason for the betrayal. Blame shifts easily to the outsider." His good hand gripped my chin, tilting my face up. "Play your part, or I'll strip that cloak off right here and remind you who's in control." Heat flushed through me—anger, unwanted arousal from the bond, a toxic mix that made my thighs clench. "Yes, Alpha," I forced out, the title bitter on my tongue. Satisfied, he released me and pushed the doors open, striding in like a conqueror. The chamber was circular, lit by torches flickering in iron sconces, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. At the center stood a massive round table of polished oak, ringed by high-backed chairs where the council elders sat—ten of them, a mix of grizzled alphas, wise betas, and sharp-eyed omegas, their faces etched with the weight of pack history. Their eyes snapped to us as we entered, a wave of scent