[⚠️ Trigger Warning: Sexual Violence, Coercion, and Abuse
This chapter contains explicit themes of non-consensual sexual acts, psychological abuse, and trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to such content or these topics are triggering, please consider skipping this chapter or proceeding with caution.]
Cough!
Cough! Cough!
Cough!
I collapsed to the floor, coughing uncontrollably. My chest heaved as I fought for air. Olsen had shoved himself into my throat mercilessly, almost choking me. My mouth was drenched in saliva, my eyes stung with tears. I heard him kneel beside me.
He stroked my hair softly at first, then untied it with deliberate slowness, as if this were something intimate. His breath was hot against my ear.
"God," he muttered. "Even a virgin could do better."
His hand gripped my hair, yanking it back cruelly. With his other hand, he pinched my cheeks into a grotesque pout.
"You're bonded, yet you smell good. Why the hell are you this bad at it?" His voice tightened with irritation. "Don't tell me Robbie's the only one you've ever had."
I couldn't answer. My throat burned, my jaw ached, and his grip made it impossible to speak even if I wanted to.
I barely managed a nod.
What did he think— I'd spent my life hopping from bed to bed? I had a stable job. I have a son. I didn't have the time, energy, or desire to be with anyone else. Maybe it's because I'm an omega. That's what people always assume, that we're all just eager holes waiting to be used.
His eyes darkened. He stood abruptly and shoved me onto my side like garbage.
"Tch. No wonder alphas hate touching bonded omegas. Someone else's claim ruins the fun. But thinking about Robbie's face when he realizes I've taken you? That's going to be delicious."
He grinned, licking his lower lip like a predator.
How the hell had I ended up here?
It started when he demanded I go down on him. At first, I thought I'd misheard. That level of filth, I didn't expect it, even from him. When I refused, he dropped the mask completely.
"If you want to see your son again," he'd said, "you'll do exactly what I tell you."
What choice did I have?
I hated him. Hated what he was making me do. But I couldn't risk Twen. I couldn't lose my son to save my own skin. So I did it. I did what he wanted. And every second made me want to vomit.
I felt sick and disgusted.
Back in school, I was mocked constantly: "slutty omega," "breedable whore," "just a hole." I hated it, but I always brushed it off. I knew it wasn't true. I wasn't that.
Until now.
Now, I felt like I had become every awful thing they accused me of. Not by choice, but it didn't matter. I still felt like something had been ripped out of me.
Even after leaving the center, even after I started a new life, I never got close to anyone. Not even Fred, who loved me with everything he had. I didn't want to. Because deep down, I already knew...
Gasp!
It hit me like a bolt of lightning.
All these years, I haven't let anyone close because there's only ever been one person I've wanted.
Robbie.
It's always been him.
Even now, even after everything, he's the only one I want. And now, when I've finally admitted that truth, I've made myself completely unworthy of him.
"What are you doing, playing dead?" Olsen's voice snapped me back to the moment.
Before I could react, he grabbed my collar and hauled me to my feet like I was weightless. My knees nearly buckled. I couldn't meet his eyes.
"Do you need an invitation to strip?" he sneered. "Or are you waiting for some tender, romantic bullshit?"
I started unbuttoning my shirt, my hands trembling. But apparently, I was moving too slowly for his taste. He grabbed the fabric and tore it open, buttons scattering across the floor like bullets.
He shoved me onto the bed. I landed hard on my stomach. One hand was yanked behind my back. The other groped my chest without restraint. I bit down a cry, the revulsion boiling under my skin.
His mouth came down on my neck, biting, kissing. His fingers flicked and teased my nipples, making my body react against my will.
I wanted to scream.
This was the first time I truly hated being an omega. My body responded in ways I couldn't stop. I hated myself for reacting.
He paused suddenly, then laughed.
"Heh. Robbie left a nice mark," he murmured, tongue flicking across the bond mark on my neck like it was his to touch.
I flinched.
He kept groping me, his hands greedy and rough. I could hear the sound of fabric rustling as he undressed. A belt clinked to the ground.
Then I felt his bare skin against mine.
I froze.
Everything in me screamed to shove him off, to run, to scream. But I couldn't.
Twen…
I shut my eyes and bit down hard on my hand. His other hand worked between my legs, forcing arousal that only deepened my shame. I didn't want this. I despised it.
And still, my body responded. A traitor to my mind.
He undid my pants. His fingers slid lower, invasive and slick. I moaned, hating every sound I made, biting down harder to silence myself. I felt tears burning the corners of my eyes.
"Che," he scoffed. "Bonded or not, omegas' body just begs to be fucked."
No.
I didn't want this.
Please. Someone. Anyone.
He kept going deeper and rougher, until my back arched despite my resistance. I bit down harder, and a warm liquid filled my mouth.
He bit my hip, making me whimper through clenched teeth. My whole body ached with humiliation and pain.
He suddenly paused. For a moment, everything was silent except my shuddering breath.
I felt him shift, position himself.
He was going to take everything.
I let the tears fall freely now. My hand throbbed where I'd bitten it, and I tasted metal on my tongue.
I didn't care anymore.
I just wanted it to be over.
Just as I braced myself for the inevitable—
BANG!