บททั้งหมดของ Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

SORA.His sloppy body fell forward, caught by two men laughing loudly. That was my cue. I ran down the hall, checking door numbers like my life depended on it. When I spotted 65, I jammed the key into the lock, pushed the door open, slipped inside, and slammed it shut.I dropped my bag on the floor and sank down onto my ass, back against the door, breathing hard.~I changed into fresh clothes I had packed. I moved to the window, pulled the thin curtain aside just enough to peek out, then let it fall back when I saw nothing suspicious. The room smelled like old smoke and cheap cleaner, but at least it was quiet.I pulled out the new burner phone I had bought at a small store near the airport and sat on the edge of the bed. My fingers tapped the sheets nervously as I dialed the number I had written down in my small notebook. The line rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. I tried again.“Hello.” Damien’s voice came through, low and cautious.Relief washed over me so fast my shoulder

SORA.“Not nearly enough.” Picking up his phone, he glanced at the screen and placed it back down in his pocket. “Malphaus has everyone on edge. Tomorrow will be the crowning, followed right after that by the marriage ceremony. Unless he decides to change his mind again, you've got two days, tops.” His voice had gone cold enough that his next words stung like a slap. “Everything’s getting moved up. They’re all fucking terrified.”I glanced upward, my fingers continuing to form into knots. “No more running. No more from this or him.”Damien propped himself up against the locked door with an expression that combined worry and a kind of begrudging respect. “You love my moronic brother that much?”“More than anything.”He gave a weary chuckle that did not reflect in his eyes. “Then let us hope that the actual Zane loves you enough to drag himself out of there before Malphaus decides that you would make a good toy. Hopefully not a dead one.”Another loud crash came from below, accompanied

SORA.The officiant spoke. "Is there anyone out there who does not agree with this marriage and would like to speak?" Damien walked up into the aisle. "I do."Everyone turned and looked.Malphaus cocked his head slightly, remaining eerily calm, although his voice sounded deadly. "Make sure you have a reason for interrupting this ceremony, brother.""I do," said Damien. "Mirabelle and I are lovers."Everyone gasped and I blinked. Was he serious? A lie had to be creative not stupid and he wasn't fooling anyone with that. "Did you hear that?" asked a woman beside me. "It's Damien and Mirabelle!"“It's the youngest Blaster. He's power greedy.”"This family has totally lost its sense of control.""First the Supreme Alpha, and now his own brother! Disgraceful..."Mirabelle was white with rage. "That's a lie!" she cried."I have proof." It was my turn to look at Damien. And he said I was insane. “It doesn’t matter–” Malphaus started.“It does,” Damien fought back. “Especially if you want

MALPHAUS. Rage. That was all I felt. I tried to keep cool but Damien was pushing me. My happiness rose when I was crowned. I had fastened the wedding so I could get into the stronger version of myself but he had to be the useless preek and ruin it. Mirabelle was no better being a cheat. It was obvious why Zane never fancied her. She was desperate. But I needed her type of energy. Mirabelle was silenced, but as I searched for Sora in the audience, my eyes fell on him standing at the back of the room. Zane pushed hard from deep inside, breaking through walls I had built around this shared consciousness. Softly at first, but with growing strength, like nails dragging on bone. No. I gritted my teeth and held him down. Zane struggled back, pure need burning hot in our connection. Sora's scent came across clearly at last… the omega blend of arousal and fear and desperation. It made Zane struggle even more. My control broke just for an instant. Dark veins bloomed on my arms and f

ZANE.The heavy wooden door detached from the hinges, falling toward me. I stared at the piece of metal in my hand, then at the two guards standing wide-eyed in the hallway.I reached my arm out. "The flask."The guard practically threw it into my hand. I turned back into the room. The unhinged door began to fall inward. Sora let out a loud yell. I dropped the metal bolt, lunging forward, and caught the three-hundred-pound door with one hand, stopping it inches from the floor.I smiled nervously, lifting the door and leaning it against the wall. I retrieved the flask, walking to the bed. I pulled the over-bed table across Sora's lap. I placed the flask down. My fingers pressed onto the edge of the table.A loud snap echoed in the quiet room. A crack formed down the center of the iron-reinforced wood. I froze, holding the two halves together with sheer grip strength to keep it from collapsing onto his lap. Sora watched my hands, his eyes narrowing to slits."You're stronger." Sora poin