Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Secret Omega: Love Me Like A Sin (MXM): Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The goal is to break the bond, Ilya understands that but what he doesn't understand is what they're doing in the abode of a fucking psychic witch, sitting across each other on mats in some dark room with so many burning candles and some weird smell that's making Ilya’s skin crawl and the heat of the space is not helping at all. Ilya feels like it's melting.“Really?” He asks, glaring at Valen who sits across from him without a single sweat while in their middle, an incense burns out. “This is the easiest way to break the bond unless you prefer I put a bullet to your head; that’s the fastest way or you burn off the mark, in other words, I won't be the one feeling pain,” Valen counters in a stern tone, his jaw clenching as he looks at Ilya.Ilya rolls his eyes. “A bullet would probably be less suffocating than whatever the hell is burning in this hellhole,” he mutters, tugging slightly at the collar of his shirt, turning to the corner of the room where a gnarled elderly woman with blind

Ever since he was sold into the club by his own father at a young age, Soren thought that's where his life ended. He never thought someone would ever love him, given the nature of his body and job.Soren gave up on ever finding someone who would love him, but he'd always wanted to fall in love; maybe that's why he thought he had a chance with Theon, but shame, the alpha can't even bear to look at him with anything but cold eyes. The alpha has already made it clear that Soren has no place in his life, but this person is different: his secret admirer. Soren tilts his head as he stares at the sketch of himself on the sketchpad, a new piece that was left with the madam while Soren performed on stage.It's beautiful. Soren can't help but trail his fingers on the features. From the art, Soren can tell this person is warm; maybe it's an alpha, a beta, or even an omega. Soren doesn't mind as long as they don't judge Soren for what he is.“Who do you think it's from?”Soren comes back to re

The ringing in Soren’s ears is deafening as he stays huddled on the floor, his knees pulled tightly to his chest while his hands still clamp firmly over his ears.Soren barely thinks as he stares at the dead body; he shouldn't be so bothered at the sight of dead bodies but his breath suddenly seems to quicken with each passing second he stays there, the smell of blood equally nauseating.Just when he thinks he's going to throw up, Theon steps in through the door with a large bag over his shoulder; probably his rifle.His gaze lands on Soren instantly as he walks over, and then squats to his level, then reaches for Soren's injured palm, bleeding from the cut of glass. “You’re clumsy,” he states, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wraps it around the injury, tying a perfect knot while Soren's heart won't stop pounding from the alpha's gentleness. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to draw attention to myself.”“I was going to kill them anyway. Come on, let's go,” he says and stands t

For the next two hours, Theon pushes him ruthlessly. Soren is thrown onto the padded mats more times than he can count, his skin bruising easily, his muscles aching with a burning sensation and every single time he falls, Theon is there to haul him back up to his feet.And just when Soren thinks he's going to pass out if they don't stop anytime soon, the doors of the gym suddenly open.Soren pants hard with his hands on his hips as a girl with vibrant red hair enters the room, an alpha judging by her scent and behind her is that kid Soren met at the assassin's den, Mika. “Theon!” The alpha female squeals as she rushes forward, immediately throwing her arms around him in a hug and he hugs her back. Instantly, Soren stands straighter, a feeling twisting in his stomach as he watches the scene while his jaw clenches and his eyes darken. And just when Soren thinks it can't get worse than that, she breaks the hug and cups his face, planting a kiss over his cheek. Nausea quickly hits his

“Whoa, watch it, sweetface,” one of them barks, a greasy smirk stretching across his face as he catches a whiff of Soren’s sweet, distressed omega scent. “Well, look what we have here. A pretty little doll wandering the streets all alone. Aren't we some lucky fellas?”Soren hugs his arms around himself in a pathetic attempt to shield himself as they circle him, blocking his path.“Come on, omega. Let's go have some fun over there. You'll definitely like it,” another one titters, then reaches out to grab Soren's wrist to drag him toward the alley.“Let go of me!” Soren snaps, trying to yank his arm back, but the alpha aggressively shoves him backward. Soren loses his balance entirely, falling hard onto the rough pavement and instantly, a sharp, burning pain shoots up his arm as a piece of metal slices deeply into his forearm. He lets out a sharp cry of pain, clutching his bleeding arm as the three men close in on him. “Don't be so difficult. Alphas will take care of the pretty little