Welcome to Hell ~~~~ ( Different Versions)
chapter 1
The Moren estate reeked of iron. The scent of blood lingered thick in the stone halls, clinging like a curse that could never be washed away.
On the cold floor of the training ground lay Bishki Moren, the youngest heir of the family name. His body was bent and broken, as if he were nothing more than a rotting crop beaten into the dirt. Blood dripped steadily from his mouth, his arms twisted in unnatural angles from his grandfather’s strikes. Every breath rattled like a dying animal’s last gasp.
And still, Becker Moren stood over him, his shadow vast, unyielding. His eyes were not cruel—not even angry. They were worse. They were empty.
Becker moren ( ENIGMA)
An Enigma who cannot stand
Becker’s voice cracked across the silence like a whip.
Becker moren ( ENIGMA)
Is not an Enigma at all.
From the sidelines, Bickki Moren, Bishki’s father, stood frozen. His fists trembled at his sides. His son’s broken body screamed at him to step forward. But he knew better. One wrong move, one ounce of defiance—and Becker would end Bishki without hesitation.
The air burned with silence, except for the quiet sobbing of Lyra Moren, the Omega who had borne this child into a house of monsters. She clutched at her husband’s sleeve, her tears soaking the silk as she begged in a broken voice.
Lyra moren ( omega )
Please, Bickki… stop him. Please, he’s just a boy. He’s our son—
But her pleas fell against a wall of steel.
Becker’s cold gaze shifted to his son.
Becker moren ( ENIGMA)
If you have even a shred of loyalty to this family name… end him yourself.
His hand gestured to the broken boy, a command written in stone.
Bickki’s jaw clenched. His breath came hard, his chest rising and falling like he was drowning on land. The silence between father and son was a battlefield of its own, sharp and unrelenting.
Lyra’s cries grew louder, desperate, her voice cracking into pieces.
Lyra moren ( omega )
You can’t! You can’t let this happen—he’s still alive!
But Becker’s words crushed her hope.
Becker moren ( ENIGMA)
He is weak. Not like his elder brother. This one will never carry the Moren bloodline.
Bishki coughed violently on the ground, red spilling down his chin, but still his eyes—clouded, unfocused—lifted toward his grandfather. A spark remained, faint but defiant, buried deep in his broken body.
That spark only seemed to fuel Becker’s disgust.
Becker moren ( ENIGMA)
Kill him, Bickki. Or I will.
The hall seemed to choke on its own silence, the weight of bloodline and legacy pressing down like chains.
chapter 2
Bickki’s sword hovered above his son’s trembling chest, the blade gleaming under the dim torchlight. His hand shook, not from weakness—but from war within himself. His knuckles whitened, veins straining, torn between a father’s love and an heir’s duty.
Lyra clung to him, his slender Omega frame shaking as tears streamed down his pale face.
Lyra moren ( omega )
Don’t do it, Bickki—please, I’m begging you. He’s our son! Not a weapon, not a curse—our son!
His pleas echoed like shards of glass against the cold stone walls, desperate, fragile, powerless.
Bickki’s jaw tightened, his chest heaving. His eyes met Bishki’s—bloodied, broken, but still alive. Still staring back at him as though asking, Will you kill me? Or save me?
The silence dragged—until the great doors slammed open with a thunderous crash.
From the shadows stepped Luan Moren, Becker’s twin brother. Though age lined his face, his presence carried the same chilling weight as his brother. Yet where Becker’s eyes were frozen voids, Luan’s were sharp, calculating, alive with something far more dangerous—strategy.
Luan moren ( enigma )
“Enough.”
His voice slashed through the tension, drawing every gaze. Becker turned, his expression unchanging, but his grip on his staff tightened.
Luan walked forward, boots echoing with deliberate calm, until he stood over Bishki’s broken form. He looked down at the boy, then at the father still holding the blade, then finally at his twin.
Luan moren ( enigma )
If you want this child to live
Luan said, his tone laced with venomous reason,
Luan moren ( enigma )
Then he must serve a greater purpose. Weak as he may be, he still carries Moren blood. Blood that can be bound… traded.
Lyra’s sobbing quieted, his wide eyes flickering with fragile hope.
Luan’s next words dropped like poison into the air.
Luan moren ( enigma )
Marry him to Wankem’s last son. Let the boy live as a bond, a leash, a means to keep their clan tied to ours. That way—even his weakness will have value.
The hall went still.
Becker’s expression flickered, for the first time, with faint irritation.
Becker moren ( ENIGMA)
You would tie Moren blood to that pitiful line?
But Bickki—without hesitation, without looking at his son or his Omega—spoke. His voice was hollow, stripped of defiance.
Bickki moren ( enigma)
Yes.
The single word cut through Lyra’s heart like a blade. His knees buckled as he stared at the man he loved, the man who had just condemned their son to a fate darker than death.
And Bishki—bleeding, trembling, his chest rattling with broken breath—understood then. He would live. Not because he was loved. Not because he was spared. But because his existence had been sold.
chapter 3
The Wankem estate was brighter than the Moren’s stone fortress, yet tonight it felt heavy with shadows.
Inside the grand hall, Killian Wankem sat on the polished floor, his face buried in his arms, shoulders shaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. His sobs echoed in the chamber like a child’s cry lost in a storm.
Killian wankem ( omega )
“I don’t want it, Appa!”
His voice cracked, desperate.
“I don’t want to marry! Why are you forcing me?!”
From his seat, Kain Wankem, his father, rubbed a hand over his face. The Alpha’s expression was firm, unyielding, though faint traces of guilt pulled at the corners of his mouth.
Beside him, Kainy Wankem, the patriarch and Killian’s grandfather, crossed his arms. His gaze was sharp, piercing, his voice rough with authority.
Kainy wankem ( alpha )
Enough tears, boy. This is not about what you want. It is about what the family needs.
Killian’s chest heaved as he lifted his tear-stained face, eyes red and shimmering with helpless rage.
Killian wankem ( omega )
You’re giving me away like I’m nothing—like I’m a bargain to them! I don’t want to—
Before his words could crumble further, soft hands wrapped around his trembling shoulders. His mother, Ren Wankem, knelt beside him, her Omega presence warm, soothing.
Ren wankem ( omega )
Killian
She whispered gently, brushing the damp hair from his forehead.
Ren wankem ( omega )
Hush, my son. Don’t cry. No one can force you to marry against your will. Just… see the man first. Meet him with your own eyes. And if you don’t want him, we will find another way.
Killian hiccuped, clinging to her words like lifelines.
Killian wankem ( omega )
You promise?
Ren smiled softly, though sorrow clouded her eyes.
Ren wankem ( omega )
I promise.
But behind her, Kain spoke with quiet finality.
Kain wankem ( alpha)
It was supposed to be Kai.
At the sound of his elder brother’s name, Killian stilled.
Kain wankem ( alpha)
Your brother is away,
Kain continued, his voice heavy,
Kain wankem ( alpha)
And this alliance cannot wait. The Morens want blood ties now. You were born with the same blood as Kai, Killian. You will stand in his place.
Killian’s heart shattered anew. His sobs quieted, replaced by a suffocating silence. He could not fight the weight of his father’s words—only tremble under them.
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