All Chapters of The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

They'd drifted further out to sea after running out of petrol. Valen seemed calm, like he already knew the outcome, but Ilya was exhausted. Without his suppressant, his Omega could barely take that much, so he'd slept off, but a voice woke him up after what felt like eternity.“What took you so long?” Valen hisses in annoyance.Ilya's eyes slowly open, and the first thing he sees is the vast ocean and the large ship that sails beside their boat. He watches as Valen talks to Theon and other soldiers, scolding them on why they took so long to find them.Ilya slowly pushes himself up from the floor to see that he's covered with a warm shirt, and that's when he realizes Valen is actually shirtless.Did Valen think he was so pathetic that he wouldn't be able to take a little cold at sea? The thought makes him scowl, and he stands to his feet. Valen turns to him with a smile. “We'll finally be out of here, pretty soldier."Ilya nods, and a few minutes later, they're boarding the larger shi

Soren is an omega. An omega who was sold off as a kid. An omega who has lived his whole life in an underground club and has worked as a stripper for many years. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes just how unfair life is, but then again, he’s just an omega, and omegas have no place in this society other than warming an alpha’s bed. That is what people have told him his whole life: that he is pretty enough to be wanted but never important enough to be loved, pretty enough to be touched but never enough to be chosen, but that perspective changed when he met Ilya years ago. Ilya was a little light peeking through the dark window; even though there’s no way out, he always knows the light would be there, and sometimes Soren wishes he could be as strong as Ilya, but Soren has always been the typical submissive omega.Sometimes, Soren doesn't blame Ilya for despising his sub-gender; it’s their biggest weakness.“Are you going to keep dancing there? Dance for me, Omega."The

Soren grew up seducing men for a living, so this is nothing new, and this could also lead to the freedom he has always wanted. Besides, he’s a pretty omega; many fall for his charm without even trying, but many are not Theon Vargas, the coldest man Soren has ever met.Soren can still remember the first time they met; he had a gun pressed to Soren’s throat and told him not to scream. It’s a memory that has been stuck in Soren’s head because something else happened that night. Soren did his research and found out the assassin frequented a bar, and that’s where he’s standing right now. The moment he steps inside, he knows it was a bad idea.The music inside the bar is loud enough to make the floor vibrate beneath Soren’s boots, with the awful smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat, and cheap cologne mixed with alpha and omega pheromones.Soren works in a club, but he feels out of place here, and the glances he’s getting aren't helping. An unmated omega in a place like this is like inviting trou

Panic shoots through Soren like wild lava. For one, he can't fucking see in the dark, and someone is shooting in the dark; anyone could be hit with a fucking bullet. Soren blindly takes cover just as another loud bang echoes throughout the room. Then another, followed by more gunshots.The screams get louder, and Soren blocks his ears. He can't fucking die like this. A scream escapes him when someone crashes into the table he's using as a shield.“What’s happening?”“Get out!”The door suddenly bursts open, and smoke spills into the room. Soren coughs hard, covering his mouth. Then suddenly, strong hands grab him, and a gun is pressed against the side of his head.“Don’t scream.”Soren freezes because he fucking knows that voice. His heart starts beating wildly as the name slips out in the chaos. “Theon?”What the fuck is he doing here?Soren can barely see him through the smoke, and he barely has time to react before he's being led away by the Alpha. Soren doesn't know how he can see

Soren doesn’t know how he found himself in the police station, but he did because the police were the ones who found him when he was lying on the street waiting for his death. He stares out into space as the officer snaps his fingers in front of him over and over again, trying to get his attention, but Soren doesn't avert his gaze from the empty spot in front of him; neither does he blink.Shame he didn't get run over as he wanted. Shame he’s still breathing the same air as selfish alphas, self-loathing omegas, and betas stuck in between, pretending not to see anything. “Kid.” For the hundredth time, the officer snaps his fingers in front of Soren and once again goes unanswered. The officer exhales in annoyance and drags a hand down his face before pulling a chair and sitting in front of him.“You just gonna sit there or you gonna talk to me?” he asks, voice a mix of irritation and something else. Soren’s fingers twitch slightly on his lap, but that’s all.“We found you in the midd