Semua Bab The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Bab 131 - Bab 140

The D’Avrion mansion is in chaos. Every soldier is on alert; half of them are trying to get the Don to safety, rushing him to the emergency unit of the mansion, while the other half is focused on finding the man in the black mask who dared to assassinate the Don. And Ilya, the Omega, is trying to escape.The moment he lands on the hard concrete ground without busting his head open, everything goes blurry for a second, and the air in his lungs feels like it has been knocked out of him, but he grits his teeth and pulls himself up. He looks around frantically for a place to hide, and that's how he ends up back inside the mansion because he can’t escape through the front gate that’s heavily guarded now. He walks down hall after hall after years of memorizing every pattern of the building. He dodges running guards, barely stopping to think about where he's going.He has no sense of direction, but he doesn't fucking care as long as he gets away or not. He turns down another hallway, his br

In just a day, the chaos in the D’Avorin household has skyrocketed out of the roof, and every single soldier is now a suspect in the attempted murder of the Don.Valen was able to save him. He cleared all the CCTV footage and was able to get him back to his own bedroom before the guards came bursting in. Ilya, who was locked up in the basement, was said to be undergoing treatment. There's no way he would leave his bedroom, but that doesn't mean he's safe from scrutiny.No guard present on the night of the assassination was allowed to leave the mansion until the Don gave the final order. And on the second day after the assassination, Don Maverick is already walking around safely, much to Ilya's dismay; the old Alpha should at least be bedridden for a couple of days after being stabbed in the chest and injured on the other part of his body.Alessio was right; Don Maverick D’Avorin isn't an easy kill. Ilya has realized that now.Right now, Ilya stands among the other guards in a line, ea

«TWO DAYS LATER»Ilya wakes to gentle strokes running through his hair.He stirs, leaning into the touch, a soft purr leaving his lips as he recognizes the scent; the same scent that envelops him in the clothes he’s wearing. Ilya slowly opens his eyes to find Valen staring down at him with a fond gaze.“Hey,” the Alpha whispers with a smile.“Hey,” Ilya responds, managing to wear a small smile when he sees that the anger in the Alpha’s eyes two days ago finally seems to have cleared.Ilya slowly pulls himself into a sitting position, blinking sleepily at him as he tries to gather his thoughts. “How long have you been here?”“A few minutes,” Valen responds, and then he reaches out to take hold of Ilya’s hand and brings his palm to his face. Valen rubs his cheek against his omega’s warm palm, shutting his eyes. “Never pull that stunt again, do you understand? I can’t bear to lose you, my omega. I’m going to go crazy.”Ilya's heart skips a beat at the endearing words. He blinks his eyes

Alessio’s body trembles with every stroke of the whip crossing his body while he lies helplessly on his back, dressed in a harness he was forced into, a gag over his mouth, while tight ropes bind his wrists together mercilessly. His breathing comes out unevenly, his entire body tense as he stares up at the man standing over him.“As long as you admit you were wrong, I’ll stop, Alessio,” Viktor states. He towers over Alessio at the foot of the bed, a single-tailed whip held tightly in his grip. Slowly, he runs it down the Alpha’s already bruised body, covered with various cuts and marks, his expression remaining cold as Alessio struggles against the restraints.Alessio glares at him through the pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing the words he wants.Viktor’s lips curl into a faint, dangerous smile. “You’re still stubborn,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on the whip. “Even now.”Without warning, Viktor snaps his wrist back and brings the leather whip down against Ale

Soren still fears Valen. He's an unpredictable alpha, and honestly, he doesn't know how Ilya puts up with him, but Soren still gets into the car because he trusts me not to harm him.But the moment they arrive at their destination, it's like the air has been sucked out of his lungs, and in an instant, he clasps a hand over his nose to stop himself from breathing in the suffocating scent of an alpha in rut.Soren can't breathe, and every instinct in his body forces him to submit. In a snap, he turns to leave, but Valen grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back. He whips his head up at him. “Are you crazy?”Valen stares down at him with a calm look. “No, but you're going to help him. You're his imprinted mate, aren't you?”Imprinted. The word echoes in Soren's head over and over again, and he forces himself to look at Theon, who sits on the bed, one of his wrists handcuffed to it, while his eyes flash between red and their normal color as they pierce through Soren, who feels like he'