All Chapters of Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

SORA.There was another turn of the knob, this one harder than the first. I was frozen in place, my thighs still wrapped tightly around Zane's waist, that cock of him no longer thick but throbbing deeply within me. My heart was slamming against my ribcage. Zane spun his head toward the door, his body poised like a loaded spring about to attack."Hush," I quickly whispered, holding up a finger to press it to his lips before he kissed me again. He didn't listen and kissed me once more on the tender spot directly below my ear. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing out loud. "Zane, stop it. I don't want to get caught.”“I do.”“Are you crazy?” I whispered. “You're still in me and want to be seen?”He flashed a mischievous grin. "Why? Don't you like the thrill?"Dare devil. I had been trapped by this hunk. I rolled my eyes and glared up at him. "You little fox.""I am not an animal," he shot back softly."You can become one if you choose to," I replied, watching the way he looked at

ZANE.“Sorry…geez…” Damien fidgeted. Sora’s fingernails ran along the exposed skin of my arm. They lightly scraped against the surface of my flesh. I focused on his hand, completely entranced by its movements. A slight plea to let Damien off. I accepted. I felt my muscles loosen up under his hands. My body leaned into his, my chin resting against his shoulder blade, my nose taking in his scent.“No wonder I didn't get any visits from you two.” The voice interrupted the silence inside the room. I turned my head towards the open doorway.Damien leaned on the door. A silly grin spread across his face. He favored his left side, supporting himself with his right foot. His head was wrapped in a thick white bandage, covering the injury he sustained during their battle.“I had plans to come see you…”“You did not,” Damien interrupted. His voice remained lighthearted and teasing. He limped a few steps into the room, his gaze examining the wrinkled sheets beneath us. “Looks like you two have

ZANE. Cole's face dropped. All color drained from his cheeks. "Except..." I snatched the paper back from Cole's hands. "I need Sora here." I turned to the doctor, who was watching our exchange. "Run the DNA test again. Different sample. Right now." "Yes, sir." The doctor nodded and rushed down the hall. My heart beat fast, hitting hard against my ribs. If this was true... I had missed five years. I had a child. My biological child. With Sora. The second test took longer. I paced the corridor, stepping heavily on the linoleum floor. When the doctor returned, he handed me another envelope. I tore it open. 99.9%. There was no mistake. I was Beauty's biological father. I folded the paper and shoved it into my jacket pocket. "Cole. Adam. Watch Beauty. Do not let anyone into her room except the medical staff. Call me the second she wakes up." "Where are you going?" Cole asked. "To get answers." I marched out of the hospital. The cold night air hit my face. My driver was waiting b

MIRABELLE.ONE MONTH LATERI shoved another spoonful of soggy cornflakes into my mouth. The milk was warm. The heater in the corner of the room hummed with a rattling noise, doing nothing to chase away the damp chill clinging to the peeling yellow wallpaper of the small apartment. I chewed slowly, swallowing the mush.Celestia paced the narrow space between the worn-out sofa and the scratched coffee table. She kicked at a loose piece of linoleum flooring."Look at this place." Her voice carried a high, whining pitch that drilled into my ears. "Look at it. Dust everywhere. The windows do not even close properly. And the food." She pointed a long, manicured finger at my bowl. "We are eating dog food. We used to dine on caviar and imported steaks. Now we consume cheap grain from cardboard boxes."I clamped my jaw shut. My teeth ground against each other. I scooped up another spoonful of the cereal and shoved it past my lips, keeping my eyes fixed on the cracked surface of the kitchen isl

MIRABELLE.Pain erupted everywhere. A sharp, blinding agony radiated from my spine, shooting down my legs and up into my skull.I laid flat on my back. My lungs refused to expand. I opened my mouth, gasping desperately for air, but nothing came in. A warm, thick pool of liquid spread beneath my back, soaking into my jacket.Shadows moved above me. People crowded around, pointing down at my body."Someone call the ambulance!" A woman screamed, waving her hands in the air."Don’t move her!" A man yelled, kneeling a few feet away.The sounds muffled, like I was sinking deep underwater.Through the crowd of strangers, a familiar figure pushed his way to the front. Martin. He wore a gray hoodie, his chest heaving from running. He stopped abruptly, staring down at the pool of blood beneath me.He dropped to his knees right beside my head. He reached out, his hands hovering over my face without touching me."Mira." Martin called my name, his voice tight and strained. "Mirabelle, stay awake.