All Chapters of His Purchased Omega : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The night outside is ice cold, winter is approaching. But inside of Enzo's limousine, the car feels hot enough to burn. Marco and a patched-up Rico sit stiffly a few seats away from Enzo. His pheromones fill the air, so much that they have to place a cloth over their mouths just to breathe. For one crazy moment, Rico wonders if it was a good idea for him to help Julian escape... They watch quietly as he pulls out a box from underneath the seat. A box he hasn't used in weeks. Inside is a bottle of high-grade suppressants and a pack of syringes. His movements are mechanical as he picks up the bottle, hand moving like he has done this so many times. And technically, he has. He doesn't make a sound as the big needle pushes through his veins, but they can see the strain in his neck. The bottle clatters to the floor as he feels the drug flowing through his veins, his body starting to burn. It's been a fucking long time since he took one of these, so his body refuses to take t

Your secondary gender presented at fourteen. And at fourteen is when Enzo's troubles all began. He was still in Italy, his father still trying to push his territory into America. Enzo had been back home. He, Luca, and Miss Roseline had been anticipating his birthday, even though they knew he would be an Alpha. I mean, look at him. His broad shoulders and huge frame was a dead giveaway. The morning of his fourteenth birthday, his scent had shifted. He felt himself grow bigger and taller somehow overnight, pheromones flooding the house. They had cheered and called Vittorio over the phone to inform him that his heir had presented as an Alpha. It was supposed to be such a joyful day.... But Enzo's scent seemed to be growing... more alarming. It spiked without warning, higher and higher until eventually, Luca and Miss Roseline had backed away from him. "Go bathe, son. Your scent is quite..." Unpleasant? Too harsh? Abnormal? She didn't say the words, but Enzo unders

Three days. It's been three whole days, and Julian still hasn't gotten used to his new routine. After Elliot and a doctor 'ambushed' him in the room a few minutes after his call with Enzo and confrontation with Lois, he has barely had time to rest. First, they treated his wounds and interrogated him about his scars and the wound he absolutely refused to talk about. Then, Elliot made him engage in an almost two-hour-long father-son talk. He'd asked him questions. Personal questions, if Julian must add. Where did you grow up? What was your childhood like? What's your preference in an Alpha? The upside is that Elliot didn't seem too disappointed to find out Julian was gay. He didn't seem happy either, just indifferent. Then, how did you end up living with a Moretti? Why did you run away? Why did he hurt you this badly? Julian had refused to answer that question. He appreciates Elliot taking him in, he really does. But whatever happened between him and Enzo was nobody

Everyone's eyes instantly snap up to him. Holy fucking shit! The driver behind him pulls back and speeds off almost immediately, leaving him completely defenseless in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes. Traitor. Thank God he decided to wear a hoodie today. He pulls the black hood over his head, his blue-tunnel jeans swishing as he takes one step forward. Then two. Okay, it's almost going well... Yes, they're staring, but they don't attempt to walk up to him. Although he can tell some of the Omegas are clearly displeased to see him stepping out of the same car as Lois. Can't they read the fucking room? Lois literally left him all alone in this massive school to fend for himself. What about that seems like anything more than it is to them? He keeps walking, head down, phone clutched tightly in his hand. He should've looked up. He really should've. "Ouch!" A female voice snaps, followed by a loud thud as someone falls to the pavement and the clatter of a clearly expensive

Julian feels like his chest is about to fucking cave in. Ava looks worried. She takes her phone back from his grasp, her hand hovering over his back like she doesn't know if she's allowed to touch him. He finally remembers where he'd seen Liliana before, and why she looked so familiar. That night, at the gala. The one where Peter had leaked his tape to everyone there. He remembers seeing Liliana with a group of other Omegas. He had assumed she was a companion like him, but apparently not. She was a guest. A guest who had witnessed the most humiliating moment of his life and had decided to use it against him the moment he finally managed to get a little breath of fresh air. Fuckkk. Julian turns and walks away before Ava can say anything else. He doesn't know where exactly he's going, just that he needs to get as fucking far away from everyone as he can. Thankfully, Ava doesn't follow. Not like it would've made much difference. Everyone is already staring at him--some condescend