All Chapters of Omega's Curse: Desired by the beast who shouldn't want me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rapheal's pov I brought out the vial slowly, letting the glass catch the dim light of the room.Fed’s eyes filled with fear immediately, while Rowen continued drinking absentmindedly in front of us, completely unaware — or pretending to be.This was the opportunity I had been waiting for.Fed kept taking sharp glances from me to Rowen. When our gaze finally met, I gave him a cold, warning stare. Stay in character.Rowen gulped his whiskey greedily. Tiny sprinkles of alcohol splashed onto his shirt, darkening the fabric. He swiped the remnants from his thick mouth and belched loudly.“Sorry, boys,” he said lazily. “I love drinking at noon.”I concealed the tiny vial carefully in my palm.His gaze shifted toward me.“So,” he drawled, spreading his legs comfortably, “tell me what brings you to my humble abode.”Foolish man.I gritted my teeth, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. My plan had not unfolded the way I expected, and the disappointment tasted bitter.He dropped the whisk

Ragal's POVI made her cry.For the first time in a long while, I was uncomfortable hearing someone weep. I had always told myself people cried to manipulate my judgment — and time and time again, I had been proven right.Except… she was my mate. I was supposed to protect her, not add to her pain. And if Raphael had truly been her mate, that explained everything. I didn't want to hear another word. I just wanted to pull her into my arms.Those voices in my head had pushed me to ask those questions, and I had — without once considering her feelings.I don't blame her for being a stripper. I just wanted the truth.At the wrong time. Leo hissed inside me. I would do anything to make her stop crying. Hold her. Kiss her tears away.I felt like a horrible person."Can I go now?" she sniffed."You haven't eaten anything," I said.Her cracked voice filled the dining room. "I've lost my appetite."I forced the words out of my mouth. "You can go."I heard her footsteps hurry up the staircase.

Ragal povShe was quiet. Her heartbeat quickened its pace. Did I scare her? I couldn't read her reaction to the fact that I had kissed her.I cursed under my breath. Maybe I shouldn't have done it. I swore I had been under the influence of Leo.You belong to me, Hermosa. Tonight you will stay in my room where I can protect you.It felt like I was alone in the room. The silence engulfed my mind, feeding my doubt — had I done something awful by kissing her?Surely she could feel our mate bond."Only for tonight, and I'm not sleeping in the same bed." She voiced out quickly."I didn't think you'd want to share a bed with me." I scratched my head. "I'll lie on the couch. You take the bed.""Deal — and I'm only doing this because you're scared." She said it dismissively, as though brushing aside both the kiss and the bold claim I had made by calling her my mate."Okay." I raised my hands in surrender and walked over to the couch to set the blanket."Will you really sleep on the couch inste

Ragal's POVI closed my eyes, trying to wave away the voices in my head. My hand hovered above her head, the pillow gripped tightly in my fingers preventing it from falling.It was becoming increasingly difficult to stop myself from harming her. I could barely breathe, my strength nearly exhausted. The voices were pulling me further into chaos.Stupid king, her existence will ruin you, they said menacingly. Do what you need to do now!I would rather die than kill the one I love, I responded between heavy breaths.Fine, go ahead and strangle yourself, but I NEED YOU. A cold sensation spread across my body, seeping slowly through my system and attacking my mind. The voices were invading my last resistance, deliberately trying to crumble my final ounce of control.Smell her, they ordered. Her scent filtered through my nostrils, unwanted, as though my body had a mind of its own.The odd scent hit me hard. I had smelled her countless times before, but this time was strangely different — pu

Hermosa POV"Hey, get her a bucket," the Captain ordered one of his men."What's she going to do with the bucket?" he asked."Piss in it, obviously," the others replied, laughing at the idea.The man brought the bucket. It looked big and heavy. I wasn't sure what the Captain was trying to prove with it. Nothing was ever going to make me leave.I stood firm, making sure to meet the Captain's gaze when he threw the bucket at me. I flinched in pain as it hit my chest — it was made of metal."Does it hurt?" he teased, squinting at me.I clenched my chest, the bucket now in my grasp. "No. I can handle it," I lied."Very well. To earn your place here, you will fetch a bucket of water ten times to fill the drum placed outside."*What?* My head spun at that. The bucket was already heavy, and I wasn't fit to be carrying something like this."Do you want to give up?" He smiled, clearly convinced he'd found the thing that would make me leave."I can do it, Captain," I said with a confidence I bo