Chapter 203 Confrontation
Chapter 203: confrontation
Milo POV
Three days of becoming millen's prisoner in the dungeon felt like three years for me.
The stone walls pressed in on me from all sides, cold and damp and unforgiving. My small cell had nothing but a thin blanket and a bucket in the corner. The smell of rot and human waste made my stomach turn constantly, but I forced myself to breathe through it. For the baby. I had to stay strong for the baby.
The guards brought me stale bread and watery soup twice a day. I ate it because I needed the strength, even though it tasted like ash in my mouth.
Atheist the queen dimmed it fit that for her plans to work, I needed to be kept alive, together with the baby.
My whole body ached from sleeping on the hard floor, and my pregnancy made everything worse. The nausea, the exhaustion, the constant fear that something would go wrong.
But I refused to break.
When the guards ordered me to scrub their boots, I looked them in the eye and said no. When they told me to bow when they entered, I stood tall instead. Small acts of defiance that earned me slaps and kicks, dried bruises have formed all over my visible skin, but I did not care.
I would not let them strip away the last pieces of my dignity.
The power from my second awakening hummed beneath my skin, begging to be released. It would be so easy to use it. To show these bastards what I was truly capable of. But I held it back, locked it down deep where Millen could not sense it. That power was my last resort, my final card to play when everything else failed.
I pressed my hand against my stomach, feeling the tiny life growing inside me. "I promise you," I whispered. "I will get us out of here. Whatever it takes."
The cell door clanged open on the fourth morning. Two wardens stood there, their faces twisted with disgust, and loathing.
"Get up, worthless omega," the taller one spat. "Time to earn that stale tea we have been feeding you."
They dragged me out roughly, their fingers digging into my arms hard enough to bruise. I stumbled between them through the dark corridors. We passed other prisoners, who watched with hollow eyes. Some looked away quickly. Others stared with the kind of hatred that made my skin crawl.
The wardens shoved me into a large courtyard where dozens of prisoners were already working. Breaking rocks, hauling water, scrubbing stones. Hard labor designed to break even the most tenacious spirits. Guards stood at every corner, with their whips drawn.
"You work until we say stop," the warden growled in my ear. "Try to run, and we will make you wish you were dead. Understand?"
I nodded silently. They threw me toward a pile of rocks and a heavy hammer. "Start breaking those. Every single one."
My arms screamed in protest as I lifted the hammer. The weight of it made my shoulders burn. But I brought it down on the first rock, watching it crack. Then again. And again. Sweat poured down my face despite the cold air.
I had been working for maybe an hour when I heard the laughter.
"Well, well. Look what we have here."
I turned to find five prisoners approaching. The one in front was massive, easily twice my size, with scars covering his arms and a cruel smile plastered on his face. The others behind him. Fanned out around me, cutting off any escape route.
"The Alpha's whore," he continued, his voice loud enough to draw attention. "Heard you got yourself knocked up and then ran away. What kind of omega does that?"
I gripped the hammer tighter. "Leave me alone."
"Or what?" He stepped closer, and I could smell the violence on him. This was a man who enjoyed causing pain. "Are you going to cry to the guards? Go ahead. See if they care."
I looked toward the wardens. They were watching, but they made no move to intervene. Their smirks told me everything I needed to know. They were enjoying the show.
"We got nothing against you personally," another prisoner said, circling behind me. "But your mate killed my brother, in the war against the unrighteous packs. He destroyed my pack. So I figure, hurting you, then taking turns fucking your omega holez is the next best thing, i can do to appease my brothers soul.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Five against one. I was exhausted, pregnant, and they were all stronger than they looked.
"Please," I said, hating how my voice shook. "I had nothing to do with what Damon did. I am not him."
"No, you are not." The leader grinned. "You are much weaker."
They attacked all at once.
I swung the hammer wildly, catching one man in the shoulder. He howled and fell back, but the others were on me instantly. Fists slammed into my ribs. Someone grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I tasted blood in my mouth.
"Stop!" I tried to scream, but a hand clamped over my mouth.
They dragged me down to the ground. Rocks bit into my back. Someone kicked me in the side, and pain exploded through my body.
"You know what I heard?" the leader said, kneeling beside me. His breath was hot and foul against my face. "I heard you are pregnant. Carrying the great Alpha's bastard."
Terror shot through me like lightning. My hands moved instinctively to protect my stomach.
"No," I gasped. "Please, not the baby. Please."
"You should have thought of that before spreading your legs for a monster." He raised his fist, aiming directly for my stomach. "Let us see if you can still be useful to anyone after we are done with you."
His evil grin said it all, they were going to do it. Even under the watchful eyes of the so called wardens and soldiers. They were going to beat and rape me…
Something inside me snapped.
The power I had been holding back surged through my veins, like a tidal wave. It poured through my veins, hot and wild and unstoppable. My vision went white at the edges. Every nerve ending in my body screamed with energy.
The man's fist came down, but this time, it happened in slow motion for me.
I caught it.
His eyes widened in shock as my fingers wrapped around his wrist. I should not have been strong enough to stop him. But the power flowing through me made me feel invincible. It made me feel like I could crush the mountains.
"I said no," I growled.
Then I twisted.
The sound of bones breaking echoed across the courtyard. The man screamed, a high, terrible sound that cut through the air like a blade. I shoved him away, and he flew backwards several feet before crashing into the dirt.
The other prisoners backed away, their faces pale with shock. But I was not done. The rage, the fear, the weeks of abuse and humiliation all came pouring out at once.
I lunged at the leader. He tried to scramble away, but I was faster. My hand closed around his throat, and I squeezed. Squeezed until his face turned purple. Squeezed until his eyes bulged with terror.
"You wanted to kill my child," I whispered. "Now you die."
I slammed his head into the ground. Once. Twice. The third time, something cracked beneath my palm. His body went limp.
Silence fell over the courtyard like a heavy blanket.