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

Despair, betrayal, hatred, and madness—those were the only things I could feel right now. It was as if I were being swallowed by an endless abyss of darkness, spiraling downward into a void of negativity. But this time, I wasn’t just falling—I was plummeting uncontrollably, unable to grasp onto anything that could pull me back to the surface.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air, shattering my spiraling thoughts.

"Ahhh!" Liro’s agonized cry sent a violent shiver down my spine. My breath hitched as I watched him being beaten mercilessly by the monster standing before me. His fragile body, already weakened by his wounds, trembled violently under the onslaught. Blood dripped onto the cold, merciless ground, staining it with the price of our suffering. I wanted to look away, wanted to close my eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, but I couldn’t. I was frozen—paralyzed by the sheer helplessness clawing at my chest.

"Look! Look at him!" Arthuro—Colton's father—grinned in amusement, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction as he gestured toward Liro’s battered form. "He suffers because of you, Mikhail! This is your fault!"

"No!" My voice cracked, raw with unfiltered agony. I struggled violently against the chains that bound me, but they only dug deeper into my skin, sending waves of pain shooting through my body. "Stop this! Stop hurting him!"

"Stop! Stop!" Lucia’s desperate screams echoed in the chamber as she thrashed against her restraints, her face twisted in terror. Beside her, Colton’s entire body trembled with fury, his wrists bleeding from how hard he had been pulling at his chains. "Let him go, you bastard!" he roared, his voice filled with venomous rage.

But Arthuro only chuckled, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "Oh? Do you want to save him? Then tell me, Mikhail..." His eyes glowed with sadistic delight as he leaned in closer, his voice a whisper of poison. "How much are you willing to sacrifice for him?"

I gritted my teeth, my breathing ragged. My body ached, my mind screamed at me to think, to act, to do something. But the truth was, I had no power here—not while I was chained like an animal. Not while my friends suffered before me.

Another agonizing scream ripped through the air, and my resolve shattered.

"Enough!" I bellowed, my voice carrying the full weight of my desperation. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. My entire body trembled with barely contained rage. "If it's me you want, take me! But let Liro go! He’s done nothing to deserve this!"

Arthuro tilted his head, pretending to consider my words. "Oh, Mikhail... You still don’t understand, do you?" He let out a mocking sigh and crouched beside Liro, gripping his bloodied hair and lifting his face for me to see. Liro’s eyes were barely open, glazed with pain and exhaustion, his lips trembling as he struggled to breathe. "It’s never just about you. It’s about all of them. And I’m going to make sure you watch as I break every last one of them... piece by piece."

Arthuro smirked, his eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction as he turned toward Elliot, who stood frozen in place, his expression torn between shock and agony as he watched Liro being tortured before him. Arthuro tilted his head, observing him with amusement before casually extending a hand.

"Lend me that sword of yours," he demanded, his voice dripping with authority.

The room fell silent. All of us stiffened, the tension suffocating as Elliot’s grip on his sword tightened. He hesitated, his fingers trembling slightly as he swallowed hard. "Why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with unease.