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.

Colton's POV

My hands clenched into fists at Uncle Khalil’s words, my nails digging into my palms. The air in the room felt heavier, pressing down on me like a storm waiting to break.

"I don't need your damn accusations, Uncle," I spat, my jaw tightening. "I know he's mine. I made sure of it."

Uncle Khalil chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You think locking him up guarantees that? You’re a fool, Colton. A desperate fool. That omega has been slipping through your fingers, and you didn’t even notice."

My blood ran cold. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying," he leaned in, voice dripping with venom, "that your so-called mate has been spending an awful lot of time with your little brother. And tell me, do you really think he sees you as anything but his captor?"

I slammed my fist against the table, rattling the empty glasses. "Shut up!" My breathing was uneven, my wolf clawing at the surface. The thought of Mikhail with someone else—my own brother—made something dark coil in my gut.

Uncle Khalil smirked, clearly pleased by my reaction. "You’re losing control, Colton. And you know what happens to alphas who lose control, don’t you?"

I took a deep breath, forcing my anger down. "It doesn't matter," I said through gritted teeth. "Mikhail is mine. That child is mine. No one is taking them from me."

Uncle Khalil shrugged, standing up. "Then prove it. Before it's too late."

I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. Because in the pit of my stomach, I knew—if what he said was true, if Mikhail had been anywhere near my brother—then I’d have to remind him exactly who he belonged to.

Uncle Khalil let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back against the desk. "Colton, wake up. You’re so damn desperate to keep that omega by your side, but open your damn eyes—he doesn’t love you. He can’t even stand your scent. He rejects your pheromones like they’re poison."

I clenched my jaw, the words stinging more than I wanted to admit. "That’s not true," I snapped, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "Mikhail is mine. He’s carrying my child. He wouldn’t—he wouldn’t betray me like that."

Uncle scoffed, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Yeah? Then why does he flinch when you touch him? Why does he look at you like you’re the villain in his story?" He pushed off the desk, taking a slow step toward me. "You think locking him up made him yours? That just made him your prisoner, Colton. Not your mate."

His words dug under my skin like claws, but I refused to let him see how much they affected me. "Shut up," I growled. "You don’t know anything."

"Don’t I?" Uncle Khalil raised a brow, crossing his arms. "Tell me then, does he lean into your touch? Does he crave your scent? Does he even look at you with an ounce of love in his eyes? Because from where I’m standing, all I see is an omega who’s just waiting for a chance to run."

My breathing was heavy, my wolf snarling inside me, but I couldn’t deny the truth laced within his words. Mikhail had never once looked at me the way I wanted him to. Never once reached for me on his own.

"You’re lying," I forced out, voice lower, weaker.

Uncle Khalil scoffed, shaking his head as he turned toward the door. "Believe whatever you want, kid. But one day, you’ll have to face reality. And when that day comes, don’t say I didn’t warn you."