Alpha Zain's Cursed Omega

a's

rs, his eyes raking over me l

ut, "Today, Bluemoon, we are

cheers and jeers, th

venomous glares, evidently

deliberate approach. Some guards surround him and m

muffled as he looms closer. His hot bre

rs, his hand reaching for me. "But I need my gift

lization. I'm being

like a vice, pulling me upward. I'm forced to my feet, my body cold with fear.. A large

Greg barks, his voic

antly tearing at my garments. Weak wet Fabric rips, and cool air bites

ce as I'm stripped bare, my

ments and laughter p

gleaming with malice. He fills my hands w

Greg," he says, whil

over my shoulders. His stale breath is hot against my ear when very s

ar instantly consuming me. My wide terrified eyes fi

, panting terribly, beggi

s half brother. Not the Alpha King.

nst the ground. The crowd's cheers and jeers echo

rip on my hair remain unyielding, forcing me to keep up with their pace

envelops me with the icy night

, the door slamming shut behind me. Two guard

One of them says, pulling out a knife,

furrow as pity flickers across his face but

has bruised slaves who've been in his chambers for years." He says.

ure to die within a week. I'd

ls with his

w I was born part witch. Mercy would have been to never have been mated to an Alpha who despises

eyes. I can't remember when last I ate two meals a day. I can't rememb

d. I've never been shown mercy. I've never had a taste of it. Why le

y?

a day of happines

the distance, replaced by the rhy

the carriage, I catch a glimpse of the moonlit landscape, my heart h

now that even as a s

fore us is the highest wall I've seen. About forty guards

de me yells and I quickly obey bu

th red bands on his biceps and one on h

d. "Beta to Alpha Daniel or whatever you call yourself

oulders. "I've with me a gift from my Al

ard asks with a commanding tone

sed knees but kee

, "interesting," he murmurs before screamin

s what I'd initially thought was a wal

is final when he says, "Only

t of the pack. Filed granites poke under my feet with every step I'm forced to take. Stones crushing under Greg's boots seem

skin. The rope around my hand seems to get tighter with each passing min

n– better faces than that of hatred, the most look I've received all

realize I'm a de

e women wearing guard suits. I make sure to keep my head do

om opens before me like a canvas, painted with the scrutinizing faces of hundred

the silence outside– everyon

soul, making me feel e

aggressively pulls me forward. My legs stumble in a weak attempt to k

hin the hall and my gaze

wls?!" A voice from ahead roar

a raised platform. His piercing gaze effortlessly binds me like the blood

robing at the deepest secrets of my mind. My breat

the yellow light. His thin p

led features etched in a stern expression, accentuating his sharp jawline and promi

imposing physique that easily commands atten