Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Yo, Theon. What do you have there?”In an instant, Soren hides his face over Theon's shoulder. The assassin had driven them back to the bar, the same bar that almost killed Soren last time, and when Soren refused to leave the car, Theon had thrown him over his shoulder again like a sack of potatoes.He hides his face as he hears curious questions coming from every corner, all of them asking who the Omega is, but Theon doesn't say a word; he keeps walking deeper into the bar and climbs up a set of stairs.Soren had expected the alpha to take him home and leave him there without a word, but this? This is unexpected. What the fuck does he want from Soren after rejecting him? Is this some sort of pity because Soren doesn't need his pity? If he hadn't been imprinted, his life wouldn't have been so pitiful.Seconds later, Theon finally drops him, dumping him onto a couch.“Sit,” Theon commands when Soren abruptly stands to leave. The Omega pauses like a deer caught in a trap. He swallows

Soren feels dizzy. It's like his vision is going in rapid circles, and for the second time in a few minutes since he was dropped off in front of his apartment building, he collides against the wall to brace himself from falling.His heart beats fast, and his insides feel like they're on fire; sweat trickles down his temples, and little winces escape his lips.He uses the wall of the long hallway as support until he's pushing his way through his apartment doors, instantly collapsing on the floor. “Soren?”Soren's dizzy eyes find the horrified ones of Ilya, standing across the room, dressed in pants and an oversized shirt, showing that he just woke up from bed.“Ilya…help,” he cries, reaching his hand out, and instantly, the other Omega is by his side, gathering him in his arms like he’s something fragile.“Shit. You're going through a heat!” Ilya clamors, and Soren already knows this. His body doesn't feel like his own; he feels like he's scorching and melting from the inside.“Hang o

Soren’s heart aches as he stares at the ruins of the familiar club, a place he has lived his whole life is now left in nothing but ash and smoke. Ilya really burnt it to the ground, as he said. Soren never doubted him, though.It’s been days, and Soren has been restless. He shouldn't have come here, but here he is. He stands in front of the blackened remains of the club, wearing Theon’s jacket and his heart heavy with a guilt he can't wash off. This place, his prison, is finally gone, but looking at the charred wood and the shattered glass, he doesn't feel free. He feels like he’s standing on his own grave because this peace he feels won’t last, and Soren can’t bring himself to enjoy it when the one behind his restlessness still lives.Mr. Scar.Only if Ilya realizes how much trouble he’s in. How much danger Soren is in. But Soren can’t blame Ilya. This place, Soren hates it to the core; it makes him feel disgusted, especially with his body. This place makes him hate his body. It’s go

A few minutes later, the room feels like it loses all its oxygen when Valen steps through the door, his soldiers following closely behind him.He takes in the scene with a tilt of his head, his arms shoved into his pockets. He takes in Ilya’s protective stance, Soren’s tear-stained face and a slow, sickening smirk spreads across his lips while Ilya throws him a glare, knowing the bastard is going to toy with him.“D’Avorin. It appears your soldier is interrupting my private session. He’s trying to take what I’ve paid for.” The man starts. Valen doesn't even look at Soren like he isn't worth his time, he keeps his eyes on Ilya, his expression one of mock disappointment. “Oh Ravenzo… you really have a problem with boundaries, don’t you?”“Sir, please. Don’t let them do this. You know what they’ll do to him.” Ilya hisses, his voice a desperate plea as he looks at the alpha, knowing he's about to fall into one of Valen's devious traps but as long as it keeps Soren safe, Ilya is willing t

Ilya and Soren return to their apartment in silence, and the moment they walk through the door, the silence is broken. Soren doesn't make it to the sofa; he just collapsed on the floor in the middle of their living room, and he starts to sob, like he's been holding back everything, hiding his face in his palms.“Soren, hey, look at me,” Ilya says, dropping to his knees, pulling Soren’s hands away from his face before holding him to his chest. “You’re okay. You’re home. Nobody is going to touch you here.”“I'm so sorry, I know I fucked up. I’m so sorry.” Soren cries. Shame and humiliation burn into his bones as he cries in Ilya's arms. He feels so pathetic and so used, especially with this body. How can he face anyone when he can’t even stand the sight of himself?“I want to die, Ilya,” Soren chokes out, his voice thick with tears, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. “I hate being an omega. I hate all of it!”Ilya feels a sharp pain in his chest as he pulls Soren into a tight hug, letting t