Ch.3 Him, The Ruthless Enigma
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
(snarled, ignoring Noah's questions in favor of a rant he’d heard before)
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“This damn feud. He’s like a wolverbear with a bone. First, he attacks my businesses. Then my personal assets. Then, he moves on to threats on my life. It’s enough.”
His father’s roar echoed through the hall.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“He will regret taking me on when his name is blacked out of the Brotherhood as if it never was. This must come to an end. There will be a trial. Evidence will be presented. I will be allowed to counter. Then, the Brotherhood will decide in my favor. It will all work out.”
But Noah wasn’t so confident.
He knew his father had done terrible things. He also knew that his father was a liar.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
💭*This could not be happening.*
All he had done his whole life was to try and protect his sister and mother. He’d endured the beatings, the punishment, and the humiliations to keep the two people he cared for as safe as possible from Olan Lundin.
Now, Olan was going to be the death of them anyway.
Because if Olan was the one found guilty by the Brotherhood, it would not be only him who was executed, but all of his household, including Noah's mother and sister.
Not if Noah could help it.
He would simply speed up his plans for escape. He’d run away from whomever he was to be given to in payment while his new owner’s guard was down and hadn’t yet realized that Noah was less biddable than he pretended.
With Olan distracted by the trial, his attention would be elsewhere, too. His careful surveillance of his mother and sister weaker than usual.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“In you go.”
Noah hadn’t realized they’d reached the end of the ship’s corridor.
His father gestured toward an opaque glass door as high as his knees.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
(heart slammed into his ribs)
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
“No.”
He hated small, dark places. He’d spent far too much time floating in the deprivation punishment chambers his father used for those who displeased him, including omega daughters and omega sons who did not obey fast enough.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“In!”
He shoved Noah to his knees.
Panting, he looked inside. Oh, gods, it was so small, and it would shrink once he entered, the sensors in the walls conforming to his body and forcing him to remain bent over, his body in submission.
He forced himself to breathe.
Furthermore, he had never allowed his father to break him, and he would not do so now. He crawled forward—only to be stalled as thick fingers tangled in his hair and jerked him back out, his scalp stinging as he hung in his Alpha father's grip.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“One more thing.”
He pressed his lips to Noah's ear, so his soldiers wouldn’t hear.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“Do not tell that bàstard anything.”
He’d told him nothing more about his fate. Olan shook him like a rag doll.
Olan Lundin/MC's Father/Alpha
“That damn gift of yours is broken. Make sure it stays that way. You cannot help being a useless omega whóre who will spread his legs for an Alpha's growl, but betray this family, and you will regret it. As will your sister. Not a fucking word of your family’s secrets to anyone. You already know what happens to snitches in our world.”
Before he could respond, Olan tossed him headfirst inside the darkened glass cell.
His forehead hit the glass.
His palms slammed against the floor.
The door slid shut, and the lights flickered off as the darkness closed in.
His breath rasped in his ears, his mind screaming as the walls and ceiling contracted. The pressure on his back increased like a boot on his spine, shoving him to the floor. The sensation of being crushed was as terrifying as always.
Thankfully, the ceiling stalled as his belly hit his knees and his body folded in on itself, pinning him in place.
The omega submissive first position, achieved with or without his consent.
His bowed position made it impossible to do anything but stare out at the spectacle beyond his cell.
Floating overhead were twelve two-story windows arranged in a circle, each lit from within by a blood-red light that illuminated a massive throne—and the more imposing figure sitting within.
These males were the twelve most ruthless crime lords in the galaxy.
These were the Enigmas who controlled the fate of every single inhabitant unlucky enough to be born into the rot and sin of the Anarcheim Alphaverse.
Noah Lundin/MC/Rare Omega
(He’d never felt more insignificant than when bowed at their feet. Drawn by an invisible force, his gaze rose to the window directly across the way)
Piercing amber eyes bore into Noah.
The title the Brotherhood had given him was carved into his throne and was reflected in every merciless line of his body.
Even now, after so many years, Noah recognized him. The boy was gone but not the mesmerizing power or the breathtaking handsomeness that had been his birthright.
Only added to his air of danger
Lucifer Skolov was still the most beautiful Enigma he’d ever seen. With thick sloping brows, wavy jet-black hair, a square jaw, and full sensual lips, his face was a masculine masterpiece.
The five o’clock shadow that covered his stunning face blended perfectly with the rugged black skin designs on his cheeks and neck, a common trait of all Skolovs.
He was far bigger than he’d once been—larger than Olan—and his bulging arms, bare, sculpted chest, and carved abdomen were equally mouthwatering, framed by the dark fur pelt that hung off his wide shoulders and stayed strapped to his body by wide leather bands that crisscrossed down his taut stomach.
The swirling skin designs that dipped beneath the waistband of his dark animal hide pants only added to his dangerous, barbaric look, as did the heavy, black boots that laced to his calves.
And for one brief, incredible moment years ago, Noah had thought that he might be his savior. Until he became his family’s greatest enemy.
His lips pulled back into a snarl, his fangs flashing. And he knew whatever was happening to him now was in no way better than the horrible fate he might have suffered as the prime omega of the eldest Verish son.
He understood, too, exactly why he was here and how futile it had been to believe escape might be possible.
He and his whole family were going to pay.
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Hello guys, I know most of you don’t like too many author’s notes interrupting the flow of the story, but I just want to give you a little heads-up. The male protagonist here is not going to be a green flag. In fact, you might as well call him a black forest rather than even a black flag. He isn’t submissive, and he won’t be offering you fluffy, heartwarming love. He is dominant—driven by his enigmatic instincts—and that’s the kind of energy you’ll see in him. So, if you came here looking for a sweet, cozy romance with lighthearted moments, then this may not be your cup of tea. And for those under 16, I’d strongly suggest you step away here—because this story is definitely not for children.
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