Semua Bab The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Ilya abruptly awakens.A shaky breath escapes his lips as he sits upright, his chest rising and falling too fast and unevenly. For a moment, he just stays there, staring into the darkness of the room; his mind is blank, but his body is anything but calm.Heat coils low in his stomach, unfamiliar yet suffocating, spreading through his veins like lava. Ilya drags a hand down his face, his brows furrowing together in irritation.“What the hell…” he mutters under his breath.He throws the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, the cool air doing nothing to ease the burning under his skin. If anything, it only makes him more aware of whatever the hell is wrong with him, and it's fucking uncomfortable.Ilya clicks his tongue in annoyance and pushes himself to his feet. Sitting there isn’t helping; thinking isn’t helping, so he leaves the room instead.The apartment is quiet; it's late into the night. Soren must be asleep.He walks straight to the kitchen, not knowing what h

“You wouldn't dare.”Valen chuckles lowly. “That's the worst thing to say at a time like this, Omega.”Omega. Omega. Omega. Ilya detests that word to the core. Make him weak; make him realize what he is. “Don't call me that!” Valen suddenly bites Ilya's earlobe, giving it a rough tug while yanking his shirt down to expose more of Ilya's skin and neck. Slowly, he noses again at the flesh. “In a minute, you won't remember you hate being an Omega,” he jeers in the lowest voice possible. “In minutes, you'll be begging for my knot, to be bred, to be owned and possessed. In a minute, you won't remember how much you disdain me.” If Valen uses his alpha’s voice on him, it's over. In a minute, Ilya will be without his brain cells. Fuck his fate. Fuck his secondary gender. Fuck his traitorous body. Fuck Valen.Ilya’s nails dig into the edge of the table, his entire body trembling from the war raging inside him. “I swear to the fucking gods, I’m going to murder you!”Valen inhales deeply aga

Ilya keeps his heart from pounding in his throat. One moment, he is touching Valen's hard-on. Still, the next moment, his fingers are going into the alpha's mouth, rolling his tongue on his fingertips and sucking while his eyes stay stuck on Ilya, unyielding with a passion that makes Ilya's inside coil and pool in want and desire. It's like being stuck in a trance as he watches Valen assault his fingers.The bastard is a dirty freak, and Ilya hates that the sight makes him feel things. He hates that he likes it a little more than he wants to admit, and those eyes make Ilya want to sin.Finally, Valen lets go of his fingers and gets on top of Ilya, straddling his hips while his hand goes to grasp the back of his head without breaking eye contact.“Keep looking at me like that, and I might start to think you like me, Princess."Ilya blinks. “I don't,” he retorts without missing a beat. “I hate you,”Valen grins and moves to whisper in his ear. “I know, and let’s keep it that way,” he sa

Ilya wakes up slowly, and it’s not because he fucking wants to, but because his body forces him to, and holy shit, everything hurts. His eyes open just a little, and the first thing he feels is the soreness. It’s everywhere. His shoulders, his back, his thighs… even his wrists ache when he tries to move them.“…fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hand coming to rub his forehead again, and blinks rapidly to adjust to the bright light coming from the sunlight puncturing through the glass windows and open curtains. Ilya lies still for a second longer, staring blankly at the ceiling as the quietness of the room echoes in his head, and fuck, why is it so quiet? It’s the kind that makes everything from yesterday come rushing back all at once.Every corner. The bed. The wall. The bathroom. Ilya’s jaw tightens as everything comes flooding back. Even the awfulness of his body won’t let him forget the shit he went through yesterday, when Valen fucked him in almost every corner like a starved a

Ilya sits at the dock of the island with his bare feet in the water, staring out at the vast sea that stretches nowhere.It’s been three days they’ve been on the island, and it’s been three days of sex and assault on his body that he doesn’t think he can take any further, especially when the alphas' rut isn't even over yet. Bruises bloom across his skin in ugly shades of red and purple, scattered over his thighs, his hips, and his neck.Ilya hates every single one, because each mark is proof. Proof that Valen gets under his skin and that his body keeps betraying him, and the smell of his own scent is not helping. Shame coils in his stomach, knowing his family is fawning at him now, bearing his body for his enemy. He’s never been so disgusted with his own body.Once he’s out of here, he’s doing everything to break the bond. One way or the other, Ilya will be Valen and the entire D’Avrion family’s downfall.He exhales a sigh as he moves his feet inside the water, feeling the coldness of