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.

Colton's POV

I can't believe my own father abandoned me—left me to rot in that cursed vampire chamber, expecting me to die there like some disposable pawn. But I survived. No, he saved me. Mikhail.

Yet… the man who saved me isn’t the same Mikhail I once knew. Something about him has changed—his aura, his presence, even the way he carries himself. Before, he was someone I thought I could understand, someone I could control. But now? He’s a force beyond my grasp, slipping through my fingers like sand.

He’s braver than before, recklessly throwing himself into danger as if his own life means nothing. He used to hesitate, used to hold back—but now? He moves with purpose, unshaken by fear. And the most shocking part? He can speak now. No more silence, no more unreadable expressions. He speaks, commands, leads—and people follow.

And he’s the heir.

I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of those words. The fucking heir. The bloodline I was always told to fear and hate—the one my father tried to erase. And Mikhail… Mikhail is part of it.

I should have expected this. I should have realized there was more to him, more to his past, more to the way he carried all that pain like it was stitched into his skin. But now, standing here, watching him prepare to time travel like it’s just another challenge to conquer, I wonder if I even know him anymore.

And the worst part?

I still love him.

No, I always loved him. But I gave him the wrong dosage of love—too much control, too much possessiveness, too much fear disguised as care. I thought keeping him close, keeping him under my watch, was the way to love him. But I was wrong.

I see it now—too late, of course. He’s no longer the boy who once hesitated under my gaze. He’s no longer the silent shadow I could read without words. He’s something greater, something untouchable. And I can’t reach him the way I used to.

I’ve already lost him, haven’t I?

The realization sinks in, heavier than anything I’ve ever carried. But I won’t run from it, not this time. I can’t ask for forgiveness—I don’t deserve it. All I can do now is protect him.

Even if I have to do it from the sidelines.

Even if he never looks at me the same way again.

I’ll protect him. And I’ll spend the rest of my life repenting for the sins I can never erase.

Now that no one is ordering me around or watching my every move, I should be relieved. Finally, I can breathe without the weight of expectations crushing me. I can express my true feelings for him without fear of someone using them against me. But there’s one problem…

Does Mikhail like naked men?

I mean, I can’t unsee the way he panicked when that werewolf elder shifted in front of him. He turned away so fast, like he was embarrassed—or maybe flustered? And then, when I teased him about it, he completely lost it. His face turned red, and he started yelling at me to stop releasing my pheromones, like I was some kind of wild animal.

But what if… what if that wasn’t just embarrassment? What if he actually liked what he saw?

I scowl at the thought, crossing my arms.