All Chapters of The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ilya knows he can't protect Soren alone, so he decides to go for the available choice or the better choice compared to the other shitty people he knows; Valen D’Avorin is the less shitty option. Valen doesn't look impressed with the idea as he stares at Soren over, who hides behind Ilya because that’s the safest place he can actually hide, literally.“Fine. I’ll take the omega under the Crimson Circle and make him one of my men as long as Theon approves. " Valen says, after a whole minute, a smirk stretching on his lips, his eyes go from Soren to Ilya. Ilya’s jaw clenches. He knows the alpha is toying with him; why else would he seek the approval of someone who can barely stand the sight of the omega? Yet, Ilya’s gaze moves over to the assassin, who stands behind Valen like an unmovable rock with frosty eyes that can drill through anything. At the same time, Soren instinctively clutches the back of Ilya’s shirt tighter as they all wait for the alpha’s answer.“So?” Valen continues

"Where have you been all day?"Instantly, Ilya's heart hammers a frantic beat against his ribs. He stares at Valen with a shocked look that only lasts for a second. There’s no way Valen knows where he’s been the whole day. Ilya was careful, unless he wasn't careful enough. “Out.” Comes Ilya’s reply, and one of the guards immediately drives his fist into his face; his head snaps sideways violently, and blood fills his mouth instantly and rolls down the corner of his mouth.Valen sighs dramatically and takes a drag of his cigar. “You see? That answer annoys me.”Ilya spits blood onto the floor and smirks despite the pain. “Then stop asking stupid questions,” he retorts, and just like that, another punch lands, this time against his ribs, hard enough to make his vision flicker. Fuck, he feels dizzy. Valen continues to smile, as if seeing Ilya in pain gives him nothing but satisfaction. “My men said they lost you near the eastern district bar. Interesting place to wander around alone, d

“Because I want my father and Valen dead too,” Alessio reveals. Ilya's eyes twitch. “What?”“All my life, I've done nothing but try to impress the Don, but he has never once seen me as his son. He never cared for my mother and me, especially when Valen and his mother came into the picture. You want revenge for your family? I want revenge for what was stolen from me,” he says and pushes the gun from his face. He steps closer and places his hand over Ilya's shoulders again. “I'm willing to help you kill the Don as long as you get rid of Valen.” The room immediately falls silent as Ilya stares at the alpha like he’s suddenly become a stranger, or maybe Ilya never knew him as he thought he did. For years, Ilya believed Alessio D’Avorin was the only decent thing born from this cursed home, but now? Ilya sees it clearly; madness runs in all the D’Avorin men; it simply wears different faces.Ilya pushes Alessio off his shoulder and backs away. “You’re insane.” Alessio lets out a laugh, an

Ilya hates parties. It's just a room of too many rich people pretending to like each other, sporting fake smiles while hiding knives behind their backs. Ilya is freaking glad he's not attending as a guest but as the only attending guard for Valen D’Avorin, who stands among the other guests as if he belongs there more than anyone else.Ilya's jaw clenches. Just a few days ago, Ilya had been suspected of working with Ed's gang. If Alessio hadn't walked in at the right moment, Ilya could only imagine how far Valen would have gone in inflicting pain on Ilya to his sick satisfaction. The alpha is a psycho, and the more Ilya understands the alpha, the more the desire to kill him grows.Ilya failed this time to kill the Don, so what? There will be more opportunities to plunge his blade straight into every member of the D’Avorin family's throat, though he barely escaped with his life this time. He doesn't even know how Ed’s gang will look at him now that he lured them to some suicidal mission

The motel reception smells awful. Ilya tries hard not to squint his nose as he stands by the counter with one hand shoved into the pocket of the oversized hoodie he took from the room and the other hand tapping the counter patiently as he watches the old receptionist slowly search through a drawer for some painkillers and bandages.Honestly, Valen doesn't need it; the bleeding has stopped and a few bedsheets are enough to wrap around the wound. Ilya had only come out here to put some space between them before his thoughts got any messier. He still hasn't shaken off the feelings he got from Valen staring at him like that. It makes him feel things that he hates.“Found it,” the receptionist clamors excitedly before placing a small box of painkillers and bandages on the desk.Ilya smiles as reaches for them. “Thanks.”The old beta man squints at him. “You alphas look like hell.”Ilya scoffs. “You should see the other alpha. He's shit.”The receptionist snorts. “What sort of shit did you