The Vampire's Omega

Preface.

Lucas moved with a predator's grace, his mere presence radiating an intimidating aura. A sinister smile played on his lips as his hand slid beneath the drawer, revealing a weapon that gleamed with an ominous promise. Bella, the innocent omega, watched him, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desperation.

She had hoped her existence would remain unnoticed, a mere shadow in Lucas's world. But as he approached her, his dark eyes filled with a cruel determination, she realized there was no escape. She was trapped in his world, a pawn in his game.

"I beg you, Lucas," Bella pleaded. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, bore into his, pleading for mercy, for an escape from this nightmare.

Lucas, the alpha's ruthless son, had a different plan. He wasn't going to let her go that easily…

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"Listen," he sneered, lounging on his lavish bed. His voice held a disturbing calmness, a stark contrast to the storm raging in Bella's heart. "I have an important announcement to make. You are unworthy of being my mate."

His words, harsh and unfeeling, cut through the tense silence. Bella felt a strange sense of relief, a glimmer of hope in the overwhelming darkness. He had rejected her, yes, but she was still alive. And as long as she had breath in her body, she would fight. She would survive.

Bella's ordeal was far from over. But even in the face of despair, she clung to that tiny flicker of hope, determined to light her way out of this impenetrable darkness.

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In a small, confined room, various creaking sounds filled the air. The predominant noises came from rats scurrying around the room. The room lacked decoration and was desolate, with old paint peeling off the walls, providing a home for bugs and ants. The only notable items in the room were an old chair, a table, and a wardrobe, which the owner of the abandoned room cherished as their most valuable possessions.

During the early hours of the morning, a young girl lay on the bed, exhausted from the previous day's work. She had barely slept for four hours when a bowl of water was unexpectedly poured on her fatigued body. This abrupt awakening caused her to jolt up with a sudden burst of energy. As she lay back down on the bed, another basin of ice-cold water startled her once again, causing her eyes to widen with fear. Realizing that she had overslept, she immediately fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"You ungrateful child! What are you still doing in bed at this early hour? Who do you think will sieve and grind the grains? You worthless girl, you bring shame and disgrace to me. Now, stand up and prepare breakfast for the pack," thundered the woman's voice throughout the room. The young girl hastily fled from the room, her body sluggishly making its way towards the pack's kitchen. It was still dark outside, an unusual time for a normal werewolf to awake from their slumber.

Bella was an omega, aware that she had no right to voice her thoughts, lest she be thrown into the city's mine. It was likely to happen soon enough, as no one would accept an omega from the pack as their mate. She secretly wished and hoped not to be mated to a vicious mate who would bring her nothing but misery.

As she approached the kitchen, the lights were turned off, creating a dark and eerie ambiance. This darkness made her hesitant to proceed further into the unknown. The distance to the lamp stand seemed vast and unreachable.

"I wonder what time it is. It's probably four in the morning," she whispered to herself, considering that the pack typically woke up after six o'clock.

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, a hand suddenly dragged her forcefully from the corner. She let out a soft scream as she struggled to break free from her captor's grasp and escape to another room.

"Help! Let go of me!" she shouted, but the alley was too quiet for anyone to hear her cries. Everyone was still fast asleep, unaware of the peril she faced. The person dragging her was definitely male, judging by his strong hands. He covered her mouth to stifle her screams. A door opened, then closed abruptly with a heavy thud. Her back collided forcefully with the wall, causing intense pain, and a hiss escaped her lips. Despite the agony, she continued to struggle against her captor. Suddenly, a heavy slap landed on her face, instantly silencing her. She hissed in pain, clutching her cheek, trying to suppress the scream building inside her. The male prevented her from making any noise by covering her mouth with his hand. Raising her head, she strained to see in the darkness. As the rising sun cast a faint light into the room, she was able to make out the features of her kidnapper. To her dismay, it was none other than Lucas, the son of the pack's alpha and the soon-to-be alpha himself. Lucas was despised for his arrogant and evil nature, and he had been her worst tormentor within the pack.

"What do you want, Alpha Lucas?" she whispered, making sure her voice did not sound too rash or weak. One had to be cautious when speaking to someone with as much power as the alpha son. He was known to be a dark devil, taking even the simplest matters extremely seriously.

His response caught her off guard. Alpha Lucas approached her, trapping her against the wall. Fear coursed through her veins, as she had never experienced such close proximity from him before. What did he intend to do? Was he not satisfied with being a bully? Did he want to take it a step further and become a pervert?

Lucas's hand landed on her cheek, while his other hand positioned itself near her head, effectively preventing any escape. He lifted her head, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

"Hello, wolfless omega. I never expected you to have the audacity to fight back against me. It seems that today might be the day we discover our mates," he said, pausing momentarily. At twenty-eight years old, everyone knew how difficult it was for him to find a mate. Perhaps the goddess had ordained that he should never have one due to his evil nature. Despite this, Lucas had never taken his alpha title seriously. As the only son of the current alpha and luna, he did not have any brothers with whom to compete for the position. He only had two younger sisters. Lucas could not believe that fate had placed this worthless female in his arms, but he could not resist taking a taste of her before she was rejected by her true mate and inevitably sentenced to the mine. It would be such a waste if he didn't.

"So why don't we have a little fun, considering the fact that you will be rejected by your mate? No one will accept you. You are an omega without a trace of wolf in you. Why not take advantage of the privilege I am offering you on a silver platter? Let's have a bit of fun before the other pack members awaken. Maybe I can even spare you from the clutches of your future mate so that you won't end up in the dungeon," Lucas proposed, accompanied by a devious smile. It was not every day that the alpha's son extended such sexual advances. Every unmated female in the pack desired to be in his arms, so who was she to reject him?

"Shall we take it slow or fast? The choice is yours, my beautiful captive," Lucas whispered, biting her neck. As he was about to unzip her dress, her unexpected reaction stunned him beyond belief. It was far worse than anything he had anticipated.

Bella delivered a powerful and forceful slap to him, causing his face to break and then followed it with a strong push that almost sent him crashing to the ground. The words that escaped his lips were unbelievable to her; his determination was evident. As she stared at him, her glare filled with no regrets for her actions, her indifference towards the possibility of him killing her for slapping him was apparent. In her eyes, death was a preferable option over surrendering herself to him. The demon she faced now was vastly different from the Lucas she had once known, a complete contrast to the one who had previously held her captive.

"How dare you attack me, you poor bitch. You are nothing but a worthless omega, a wolf with no value," Lucas declared, approaching her with force. He handled her as if she meant nothing, flinging her into the wall. She hissed in pain as her body made contact, causing a sickening crack to reverberate through the room. It was likely that she had broken two or more bones in the process. Despite her weakened state, she managed to stand and walked back to the wall, observing the approaching demon. Fear seized her heart with each step he took. She gulped, her fear tangible, clutching her gown as the beast closed in on her. Closing her eyes tightly, she prepared herself for the forthcoming blow. As expected, the blows began, striking her face mercilessly, one after the other, forcing the air from her lungs. The force of the blows caused her to crash into the wall with a resounding thud, creating a small crack and leaving an impression of her body. The blows ceased after what felt like an eternity, and as she cautiously looked up, she half-expected the devil to have vanished. Instead, he remained, maintaining his menacing stance. Lucas was not finished with her yet; he leaned towards her, indulging in her groans of agony, indifferent to her pain. He was determined to have her, regardless of her consent. He watched as she retreated closer to the wall, her dress now stained with her discomfort. Her skin displayed signs of his brutal assault, displaying redness and purple bruises. The beast within him had been unleashed, but he didn't care. He would possess her.

"Please, I implore you in the name of the goddess, do not proceed," Bella's voice trembled softly in the room, almost imperceptible to a normal human. However, standing before her was a werewolf, and he understood her, even hearing the accelerated beat of her heart.

"Why do you think I would listen to your pleas after you have harmed me? We would have been in the midst of pleasure, reaching climax together. But no, you had to be obstinate and foolish. Now I will take you, regardless of the pain you are in. If you dare resist, I will make you suffer even more," Lucas snarled, the rage evident in his clenched teeth.

"Over my dead body will I allow you to lay your filthy hands on me. I repeat, I would rather die than allow you to touch me. You are a coward, completely unfit to be an alpha. Your father is far superior and wiser than you will ever be," Bella retorted, fully aware that her words would result in trouble. However, she would not allow anyone to take advantage of her easily. As expected, Lucas did not take her words lightly. They hit him like a hammer to the head, igniting a raging fury within him. Satisfied death was what she desired, he would offer it to her on a silver platter.

"You continue to defy me. I can't believe an omega would have the audacity to talk back to me. Am I losing my respect so quickly? However, since death is your desire rather than consensual coupling, I will grant it to you. Death is what you deserve. If I don't ensure your demise, your tongue may be too sharp and loose, possibly spreading false rumors that I attempted to force myself upon you. But no one would believe an omega. Why?" Lucas whispered into her ear as he leaned closer.

"Because they won't believe the words of an omega. Yet, I refuse to allow you to defile me. Not even at the cost of my life. You are a coward," Bella declared with a mixture of defiance and fear. Lucas's expression shifted, surprise briefly crossing his features. Unexpectedly, he lunged at her with full force, attacking her already weakened body mercilessly. With a loud crash, she collapsed onto the ground, embracing the encroaching darkness.

Lucas stared at her lifeless form, acknowledging the demise of the wretched woman before him. A smile formed on his lips—it was a fitting end, a lesson for her to learn never to refuse him again. Opening the door, he cautiously surveyed the hallway, ensuring no one witnessed his deeds. Determined not to be caught, he exited the room, leaving the omega behind in a lifeless heap.