Broken Omega (OmegaxAlpha): The Deep Crown S2

Content Warning: This story contains scenes of violence, including physical and emotional abuse. It explores themes of trauma, mental illness, Physical abusive, verbal abuse and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to these topics or have experienced similar challenges, please proceed with caution.

Mikhail's POV

Days passed by and there's no sign of Colton anymore—I didn't see him visit me and that's a relief, I can focus on my recovery now.  I stares at the window and saw a bird flying free in the sky. Someone knocked in the door. "Mikhail? Are you awake?" It's Ivan and without further Ado he opened the door.

"I have king of bear grapes and fruits here, If can help your body to regain the body weight you lose." He said and put down the fruit basket into the table.

I turned my head toward him, blinking at the sight of the overflowing basket filled with colorful fruits. The scent of fresh berries and grapes filled the air, making my stomach grumble softly. I sighed and signed, "Thank you, Ivan. You don’t have to do this."

Ivan waved his hand dismissively, pulling up a chair beside my bed. “Of course, I do. You look like a strong wind could knock you over,” he teased lightly, though there was genuine concern in his voice. “And besides, you need to eat properly if you want to recover faster.”

I reached out, picking up a small bunch of bear grapes and rolling them between my fingers. Their skin was smooth and cool to the touch. "I appreciate it," I signed before popping one into my mouth. The burst of flavor was sweet and slightly tart, refreshing in a way I hadn’t expected.

Ivan watched me for a moment before sighing. “So… have you been okay? Without Colton around, I mean.”

I hesitated before nodding. "It's better this way. I can finally breathe."

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I don’t know where he went, but I doubt he’s staying away for long.” His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You… aren’t scared of what happens when he comes back?”

I froze for a second, gripping the fabric of my blanket tightly. "Of course, I am," I admitted, my hands moving slower now. "But what choice do I have? Even if he’s not here physically, his presence lingers. It always does."

Ivan exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. “I hate that he’s done this to you.” His voice was softer now, filled with frustration and something else—guilt, maybe? “You don’t deserve this, Mikhail.”

I looked at him, surprised by the quiet sincerity in his tone. "Then help me," I signed before I could stop myself.

Ivan’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, there was silence between us. Then, after what felt like forever, he nodded. “Tell me what you need.”

A spark of hope flickered in my chest. Maybe… just maybe, I wasn’t as alone as I thought.

Hesitant, I signed and smiled for a bit. "Can I go to the festival? I've been wanting to go there."

Ivan blinked at me, clearly taken aback by my request. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, his expression shifting into something more thoughtful. "The Grand Festival?" he repeated, rubbing his chin. "You really want to go?"

I nodded eagerly, my fingers moving quickly as I signed. "I've never been. Elliot told me about it, and it sounds… magical. I just want to experience it, even just once."

Ivan leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. “Mikhail, you’re still recovering. It’s crowded, loud, and full of dominant alphas with uncontrolled pheromones. Are you sure it’s a good idea?”