Chapter 19 CHAPTER 019
Soren wakes up with a grunt of pain. His head feels like he’s been run over by a truck, while his insides burn as if he’s been set on fire. He tries to move, but his limbs feel like they belong to someone else; everything feels heavy and unresponsive. There’s a dull ache at the back of his neck, and his tongue feels thick in his mouth.
Suddenly, he hears the echo of voices somewhere nearby.
“…told you he’d react like that.”
“He almost crushed your throat.”
“He’s a piece of work but worth the hassle.”
Soren forces his eyes open, and instantly, the bright lights of the room are almost blinding, and another grunt of pain rips through his throat. When his blur finally clears, he is surrounded by the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling and the feel of an unfamiliar bed.
He tries to move but immediately realizes he can't. He whips his gaze to his hands to find ropes binding him to the bedpost, along with his ankles. In other words, Soren is lying spread out on an unfamiliar bed, but thankfully with his clothes still on.
“Finally, he’s awake. I couldn't wait any longer."
Soren snaps his head to the sound of the voice to find the big boss and three other alphas, each of them with their stomach bigger than other parts of their bodies, dressed in shiny clothes and jewels that are too heavy for their bodies, looking like they haven't worked out a single day in their lives.
Soren struggles against the ropes, muscles straining despite the lingering weakness in his limbs. The fibers bite into his wrists and ankles the harder he pulls, burning against his skin.
The Big Boss chuckles, stepping closer to the bed. “Careful there,” he says mockingly. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Soren’s chest rises and falls rapidly, fury blazing in his bloodshot eyes. “You’re insane,” he rasps, his throat still dry from whatever they injected into him.
The big boss climbs on the bed; he softly grabs Soren’s face, their eyes meeting. “I wouldn’t have come to this if you weren't difficult and hard to deal with.”
Another alpha jumps onto the bed, trailing a finger along Soren’s jawline. “Fuck, his skin is so smooth. I can’t believe he’s an omega, even better than a Beta. He can take our knots at the same time,” he laughs, eyes shining with disgusting lust.
Soren’s entire body goes rigid; the second alpha’s finger drags along his jaw, down to his throat, and revulsion coils in his stomach. In the next second, Soren jerks his head violently to the side, trapping the alpha’s finger between his teeth, and then he bites hard.
The alpha howls, yanking his hand back as blood beads instantly along his finger. “You fucking animal!” he snarls.
Soren’s lips curl, a streak of red at the corner of his mouth. “Touch me again…” he rasps as he spits the blood on his tongue out, voice hoarse but deadly, "…and I’ll take more than your finger.”
The Big Boss tightens his grip on Soren’s face, forcing him to look back at him. “You’re in no position to threaten anyone,” he says coldly.
Soren spits in his face and chuckles darkly when the look on the alpha’s face turns into anger and malice. “If you think you’re so tough, untie me. I’m just an omega after all."
“You might be an omega, but everyone knows the strength you possess. You can’t provoke us; we are not stupid,” another alpha counters.
“You’re tied up,” another one mocks. “What exactly are you going to do?”
“What are we wasting time on? Let’s tear him apart,” the first alpha says eagerly, withdrawing to take off his clothes, and the other alpha follows suit, tittering as they stare at him like he’s some piece of meat.
Soren’s chest rises and falls sharply. The drug is still fogging his muscles, but his mind is clearing. He tests the ropes again. He would rather die than have these filthy alphas touch him.
The big boss, now stripped of his clothes, remained in just his briefs. He tries to climb on the bed, but one of the alphas grabs his arm, pulling him back.
“I paid the most money; I should have him first, and you all follow, and then we knot him at the same time."
The big boss looks like he wants to argue, but the words die in his throat, and he lets the other alpha go first, and the bastard chuckles before climbing on the bed and hovering over Soren as he straddles his hips.
All the instincts in Soren’s body scream “fight or die” as his blood spikes in rage and disgust. He continues to struggle with the robes.
The alpha on top of him laughs lustfully and licks his lips. “We are going to have a lot of fun. I’m sure this is not your first time taking an alpha’s knot, but it doesn’t matter; you omegas are built to take an alpha’s knot.”
He licks his lips again, and finally, he moves to Soren’s neck, pulling down his hoodie a little to sniff the line of his neck. Soren trembles in pure disgust.
“Omegas are extremely sensitive on their necks. I’m going to taste you now,” he whispers beside his ear, and then his tongue laps against the skin of Soren's neck.
“AHHHH!” Soren screams, and with all the strength in his body, he yanks the ropes around his left wrist till it snaps. He snaps his head to the side and takes the alpha’s ear between his teeth, biting hard while the alpha screams, fighting to pull back, but Soren grabs his head, making him unable to move, and by the time the other alpha manages to rip the screaming alpha from his grasp, his ear is gone.
Blood sprays across Soren’s face while the alpha’s scream is inhuman as he crashes to the floor, holding his ear, thrashing violently.
Soren smirks as he spits the severed flesh onto the bed, chest heaving, eyes completely feral now.
“YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!” one of the alphas roars.
Soren looks at them, still breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he just crawled out of hell. “Come closer,” he growls, lips stained red.
Putting his freed hand under him, Soren yanks out the little dagger he kept behind his pants. He cuts his other hand free without looking away from their faces. “Come closer. I’ll take something from each of you,” he says, cutting the robes on his legs, freeing himself totally. He eyes them with bloodshot eyes while they look at him, shocked to the core.
“H-h-he’s a monster!” One of the alphas screams, and then he sprints for the door.
“GUAR-!” He tries to scream, but the words die in his throat as Soren moves fast, scampering off the bed and tackling the alpha to the floor before he could reach the door, and without hesitation, he drives the blade into the alpha’s throat, and blood sprays all over his face.
He pulls the dagger from the alpha’s throat, rises to his feet, and turns to the other alphas. He smirks at the rush of adrenaline that surges through his body like lava. He likes it. He likes what it makes him become.
He wipes his lips with the back of his bloody palm before pointing the blade at their faces. “No one leaves alive,” he chuckles darkly. “You wanted to tear me apart?” His voice is hoarse, low, and vibrating with something primal. “Come. Let's have fun."
The alpha, missing half his ear, scrambles backward on the floor, slipping in his own blood. “You’re insane!” he screams.
Soren tilts his head slowly. “You should’ve thought of that before tying me up.”
One of the remaining alphas lunges for a gun tucked inside his discarded jacket, but Soren moves first. He kicks the edge of the bed hard, sending the heavy wooden frame slamming into the alpha’s knees, and the man collapses with a shout, while Soren closes the distance in two strides, raising his blade that flashes under the light before a brutal slash across the man’s forearm.
The gun clatters across the floor, but Soren kicks it away without looking. He grabs his leg and drags him back, and without a moment's thought, he makes a clean cut in the alpha’s throat, and he drops dead with a wide-open mouth, but at the same time, the Big Boss finally snaps out of his shock and bolts for the door.
Coward. Soren thinks as his gaze locks onto him instantly. “Running?” he calls after him mockingly and hurls the dagger, and with one powerful throw, it buries itself deep into the alpha’s shoulder.
He screams, crashing into the doorframe. Soren stalks forward, blood soaking into his hoodie, breath steadying with every step. He grabs the back of his hair and yanks his head back violently, pulling him away from the door and throwing him on the bed.
Soren pulls out the dagger as he turns to the remaining alpha with the missing ear. Soren smirks while the alpha crawls away from him.
“No, no, no, get away from me!” he cries, but Soren tackles him, pinning him to the ground and clenching him around the throat.
“You said I belong in an alpha’s bed,” Soren chuckles. “You picked the wrong omega to mess with."
He doesn’t let the alpha breathe any second longer as he grabs his blade and plunges it into his throat, and Soren doesn’t stop; he keeps going, stabbing him over and over again until the door suddenly bursts open forcefully.
Men in familiar black suits rush him, immediately crowding the room, and Soren freezes, hand struck midair as he watches as Reign steps into the room, looking tall and mighty and dressed in black like the devil himself.