Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Chapter: 52***** The WITCH'S SPELL.ZANE.My eyelids fluttered open. I looked around the dim room. I tried to move my arms, but heavy iron restraints dug deep into my wrists. I was caved in and chained securely to a heavy metal bed.I hissed. "What is the meaning of this bullshit?"I remembered the last moments before I passed out. I remembered seeing the dark figure standing directly behind my mother and Lara.I pulled hard against the restraints. The metal scraped my skin. I tried to force my body to break free, but I kept slipping back into my own skin, powerless."You are awake. That is good."I stopped struggling, and turned to where I had heard Lara's voice. Lara stood in the corner of the room. I did not sense her presence at all."That is not possible," I said. "I should be able to smell you.""I used a scent-hiding spell."Lara held a stone mortar in her hands. She dragged a pestle in circles, grinding dried herbs. I pulled at the chains one more time then all at once. It

SORA.Don't answer it. Pretend you're deaf, Sora. But I couldn't. Her bulging eyes were on me. "I... I went to get some drugs," I stuttered, pushing myself up into a sitting position on the grass.Jane sat up beside me, plucking a piece of grass out of her hair. "You know, you could have just asked one of the guards heading to the grocery stalls to get them for you."I looked at her. "Are you tracking my movements now?"She shrugged, not even remotely trying to hide the fact that she had indeed tracked my movements. "I saw you leaving way too early. It made me hella curious."Curious? More like a stalker. I should keep you on a leech. I faked a smile, and playfully pulled her cheeks for a bit, ignoring her cute groans, then smacked her forehead with my fingers. “You're a gossip.” “Ow,” her palms flew to her forehead, rubbing fast.I stood up, dusting off my pants. "Come on, let's go back inside."Jane trailed behind me like a loyal puppy. I stopped suddenly, and she ran right into

MALPHAUS/DEMON POV.Gray smoke rose up through the floor vents, curling in on itself like a slimy nest of pitiful vipers on the cold stone floor. I breathed in deeply, that bitter, burnt night’s shade taste burning at the back of my throat. It tickled. If Lara the great witch only knew a few tricks like this, I’m strangely offended. But a smart predator sees an ambush in progress. Zane, the stubborn man that I’m chipping away at with the smallest part of his own mind, has power. I'll give him that. All I needed was to make him weak enough to never return. But first. I closed my eyes, rolled them back, and let the dead weight of a supreme alpha male fall onto the drug. Thud. I hit the floor with a clean crack, skull meeting tile with surgical precision. Zane’s going to feel that one later if I ever let him behind the wheel again. I’m having way too much fun already. I laid still, not moving a muscle, breathing shallowly and rhythmically. And I listened for the muffled panic

SORA. "Bring me a towel!" Damien shouted. A bodyguard ran over immediately, handing him a thick white towel. Damien snatched it and began to dry my face and hair roughly."Ow," I groaned. “Be gentle.”"You're still talking?! Why did you go in?" Damien snapped. "How could you be so careless?"My body was still extremely weak. I tried to move, but I lost my balance. Damien caught me instantly, holding me perfectly still against him."You can let go now," I said.Damien ignored me. He held on tighter, then lifted me completely off the ground and carried me in his arms.Jane gasped loudly nearby."Put me down," I demanded. "We are in the open. I can walk.""Shut up while I'm being nice.”"I am really okay this time," I argued. "I can walk on my own."Damien stopped walking. He glared down at me. "If one more word comes out of your lips, you will hate me."I swallowed hard and kept quiet. I let him carry me toward the house.Suddenly, Damien stopped again. I looked up. His eyes were focu

SORA.My heart shuddered at the door sound. Setting down the bowl of fruit on the table gently, while listening to his footsteps coming forward. The slices were cut evenly and I stood up straight. He wasn't close, and I turned to leave. “Oh God,” I held my chest. He was up in my face, loving eyes on one. He smiled weakly, like it excited him.“Scared?” “I've delivered the fruit, Master,” I managed, keeping my voice even. I moved back. “I can see that.”My head made a quick nod. “I'll take my leave now.”His arm grabbed me, holding my waist, stopping me. “Ehem. I…”“Shhh,” he whispered, pushing his warm body close to mine. Heat crawled up my neck. “I really have to get back to work…”“Stay.”That word left no room for argument. But if Mirabelle found out I wasn't at work…“I…”“Sora,” the tingly whisper halts me. My breath hitched hard when his hand slid lower, his fingers spreading over my waist. “I have missed you,” he whispered in my ear. “Master…Uhm. Zane. I…” the words s