Semua Bab The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Getting an omega suppressant in any part of society and getting caught with a suppressant could land an omega in jail for ten years. They claim, why would an omega hide their scent and deceive the public about something they are not? Shame, Ilya has never cared about what society thinks. The fucking society didn’t care when his entire family was killed overnight, and they didn’t care when they saw an innocent boy walking down the street crying with a bullet wound in his leg. No one cared if he died, so why the fuck would he care about what society thinks?“The usual dosage?”Ilya nods at the question, and then, the man behind the counter leaves to get Ilya’s usual dosage of omega suppressant. Exhaling a sigh, he spins around in his stool, eyes scanning the busy casino that’s only a disguise for an underground market where almost everything illegal is being sold. The image of a gambling house is nothing but a facade to deceive the public. Every person here is doing something illegal,

The mission is simple: escort the new shipment of weapons safely from the docks. The night is dark without stars in the sky, with only the streetlight brightening their surroundings.Ilya turns his head towards Valen, who sits beside him on the car’s front passenger seat while Ilya is behind the wheel, ready to start the engine the moment the cargo behind them is filled and ready to move.Valen leans against the window, eyes shut, and his hand rubs his temple. It’s the longest Ilya has seen the alpha without a cigar trapped between his lips, and the longest Ilya has seen him so quiet, not even throwing a snide comment or smirking and glimmering with mischief.Ilya’s insides coil as he looks away, realizing there’s something definitely wrong with the alpha.“Are they done yet?” Valen finally speaks in a bored tone; his eyes remain closed, and his fingers continue to rub his temple.At the question, Ilya turns to look at the cargo and the men working. He twists back in place. “Almost d

Being in the Crimson Circle for half his life, Ilya has learned to be pain-tolerant. He's pretending to be alpha; of course, he has to take pain. He's been shot a couple of times during missions, and just like other soldiers, he's been whipped as a form of mercy; this is nothing new. He's used to pain and the hardship of life, but what Ilya isn't used to is having Valen's gaze on him.Ilya blinks rapidly and resists the urge to clear his throat as he looks away from Valen once again. Ilya sits among the row of soldiers while Valen sits at the edge of the long table, hand to his chin, and his eyes stay solely on Ilya when he should be listening to the new mission.Ilya knows Valen doesn't care and has barely contributed to the affairs of the Syndicate; he'd rather be buried in a pile of naked bodies and orgies than be involved in boring meetings and missions like this.Maybe that's why he's staring at Ilya, using the Alpha to pass the time, but that doesn't mean Ilya is comfortable wit

Ilya is going to kill Valen. It’s finally official.Ilya is dressed in a tight, sleeveless black turtleneck top. The fabric hugs his muscular body, displaying his biceps and triceps and his toned midsection with abs showing underneath the fitted top, while his pants are high-waisted black trousers that hug his waist and hips perfectly like a seductress. However, what Ilya is wearing is the least of his problems. His biggest problem is what he smells like; lavender, Ilya’s natural scent, was given to him in a bottle of perfume.Right now, Ilya is an alpha dressed as an omega and smells like an Omega. Ilya almost laughs at the ridiculousness: an omega pretending to be an alpha, pretending to be an omega, if that makes sense. All Valen had to do was tell Ilya to be his natural self instead of pretending to be what he truly is.Ilya is going to kill Valen, and nothing is going to stop it.The location of the mission is at a Casino.The Casino is loud with laughter, clinking glasses, and s

The moment Ilya steps outside the casino, he wipes off the lip gloss on his lips and starts to tug at his clothes, wanting to take them off as they crawl on his skin.“Come on, you don’t have to be so dramatic."Ilya hears the sound of Valen’s voice behind him, but he does not stop to look back as he continues to walk down the lonely pavement with the night over his head and the streetlight brightening up his path, while the music coming from the casino starts to fade.In there, he was only a moment from shoving the damn blade in Valen’s throat. He was only a second away from ending some part of his misery, but he couldn’t do it because his fucking omega stirred inside of him, coming alive despite the suppressant. At this point, it’s almost pointless hiding his secondary gender; the fucking omega shows up whenever he fucking feels Valen might be in danger from his human self.Ilya lets out a bitter laugh as he increases his step, taking longer strides, wanting to get as far as possibl