Broken Omega (OmegaxAlpha)

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

I thrashed beneath him, my body twisting and turning in a desperate attempt to break free, but Colton was too strong, his grip like iron as he easily pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. My fingers trembled as I tried to sign, to plead with him, but my movements were restricted, and panic surged through me like wildfire.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I shook my head frantically, my muffled whimpers filling the room. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, and my entire body flinched violently when I heard the sharp, unmistakable sound of fabric tearing. My eyes widened in sheer horror, and before I could fully comprehend what was happening, a cold rush of air met my exposed skin.

"Stop, please!" I tried to sign again, my fingers weakly twitching in protest, but Colton didn’t even glance at them.

His lips were already on me, moving with a raw, almost desperate hunger, his teeth grazing and biting as if he wanted to carve his claim into my very skin. Every touch was aggressive, filled with a need so overwhelming that it suffocated me. My body stiffened as he trailed kisses down my collarbone, my breath hitching with every heated press of his mouth.

"You're mine," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick and almost feverish. "No one else. Just me."

I sobbed, my vision blurring as I continued to shake my head. No, no, no… This wasn’t love. This wasn’t warmth. This was possession. This was cruelty. And I was trapped.

I groaned when he aggressively bit one of my chest, and then ripped my underwear using his one hand. He starts kissing me but I keep shake my head. I don't want this! No! No!

Colton groaned and then sl!pped me—I gasped because of the pain. "Stop struggling! I know you want it too!" He said.

And then he took off his pants revealing that huge thing between his legs. I starts crying even more. No! Because of the tension and fear I lost my conscious, unable to fight back or stop Colton.

The first thing I felt when I woke up was pain—deep, raw, and unbearable. My entire body ached, as if I had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together. My head pounded, and my throat was sore, dry, and swollen, as if I had been screaming for hours. I didn’t remember when I lost consciousness, but the moment my senses returned, so did the overwhelming horror.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to be met with the dim glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. The once beautiful floral bed, carefully prepared for my comfort, now felt like a prison—a cage where I had been broken. My fingers trembled as I gripped the sheets beneath me, my stomach twisting in knots as memories of the night before came flooding back, one by one, like jagged pieces of glass cutting through my mind.

I couldn’t breathe.

My chest tightened as I gasped, my vision blurring with unshed tears. The scent of him still lingered—Colton. It was everywhere, clinging to my skin, my hair, my very existence. I tried to move, to sit up, but the sharp pain that shot through my body made me whimper.

I bit my lower lip hard, forcing myself not to cry. Not again. I had already given him too much. He had taken everything, and I refused to let him have my tears, too.

The sound of footsteps approaching made my entire body go rigid. My heartbeat pounded violently against my ribcage, fear gripping me like an unrelenting vice. I wanted to run, to hide, to disappear into nothingness. But I couldn’t move.