THE LYCAN ALPHA AND HIS ABUSED OMEGA

Chapter 3: Omega Slave

"You're late." Alpha Atlas growled in irritation as the slave boy scurried with his Bale leaf tea.

"I'm sorry Alpha. I couldn't find it anywhere in the city so I had to go into the...."

A painful resounding slap cut him off in his speech and the shock of the sudden slap sent him retracting in fear.

He lost his footing and crashed hard against the small cabinet by the side of the room, the hot tea spilling on his chest before the delicate glassware crashed on the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

"Look at you," Atlas's voice slithered through the air, cold and mocking. "Pathetic little thing, aren't you?"

Luca bit his lip hard to stifle the yelp of pain, his body instinctively curling into a ball as the Alpha's towering form loomed above him.

"You imbecile! How are you so useless!" Alpha Atlas cursed, his eyes brimming with fury as he went towards the slave boy and dragged him up by the neck.

He flung him like a ragged doll across the room before stomping his large leather boots onto his side, the force knocking the wind out of him.

Luca gasped for air, feeling the familiar surge of agony spread through his already battered ribs.

He had endured this many times before, but the pain never dulled. It was always sharp, cutting through his mind like a burning knife.

Atlas showed no mercy. Blow after blow rained down on the Omega, each one calculated, each one designed to remind Luca of his place, of his insignificance.

His skin tore beneath the repeated strikes, blood beginning to seep from the reopened wounds on his back and arms.

His body throbbed with agony, his vision blurred with tears he refused to let fall. He couldn’t afford to cry—not now.

If there's anything the Alpha hated so much it was weakness. He had to keep his emotions to himself as his master couldn't care less.

Luca’s breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as he lay on the cold stone floor, his body shaking with pain.

He wanted nothing more than to disappear, to vanish from this moment, but Atlas wasn’t done with him yet.

The Alpha grabbed a fistful of luca’s matted hair, yanking him upright and forcing him to look into his eyes. There was no mercy in the Alpha’s gaze, only the chilling glint of sadistic pleasure.

"You know what you are to me?" Atlas hissed, his grip tightening painfully on Luca's scalp. "You’re nothing. Nothing but a slave. My property to do with as I please."

Luca winced at the words, his heart sinking further into the pit of despair that had become his life.

He had known his status from the beginning—an Omega born into servitude, sold off to the highest bidder. But knowing it didn’t make it any easier to accept. Especially not now.

Atlas's fingers trailed down Luca's face, a mockery of tenderness that sent shivers of revulsion through him.

The Alpha's touch lingered on the Omega's throat, his thumb pressing lightly against his pulse, as if he were savoring the control he had over every beat of Luca’s fragile heart.

"What should I do with you?" Atlas murmured, his voice dark and dripping with condescension.

Luca’s breath hitched as Atlas’s hand slid lower, rough fingers tracing over the cuts and bruises that marred his skin.

His touch was possessive, demanding, and Luca could feel the Alpha’s desire beginning to stir beneath his cruelty.

The thought made him sick to his stomach. He knew what was coming next, and he had no power to stop it.

Atlas’s hand moved to Luca’s chin, tilting his head up as he studied the Omega’s face with an unreadable expression. "Undress," the Alpha commanded, his voice low and cold.

Luca's hands trembled as he fumbled with the tattered clothes he wore, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through his battered body.

His fingers were slick with blood from the wounds that hadn’t yet healed, and it took all his strength just to stay upright.

Once he was bare before the Alpha, Luca could feel Atlas’s gaze raking over him.

His pale skin bore the marks of previous beatings—bruises, cuts, and deep lacerations that were still raw. Atlas took in the sight of him with a cold, calculating gaze, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

The humiliation burned deep within him, but he kept his head down, trying to keep his mind distant from the reality of what was about to happen.

Atlas's hands were on him in an instant, harsh and unforgiving, as he pulled Luca closer, forcing him into a position that allowed the Alpha full access to his bruised and battered body.

Luca bit his lip hard, trying to suppress the sobs that threatened to escape. But as Atlas roughly positioned him, something caught his attention.

The metallic scent of blood filled the air, sharper now, more pronounced.

Atlas froze, his expression darkening as he pulled away slightly, his gaze narrowing on the source of the scent.

He pushed Luca back, his eyes scanning the bleeding wounds that littered on his body.

"You're bleeding," Atlas muttered, his tone suddenly cold with disgust. "Look at the mess you’ve made." He mumbled cleaning the blood off his hand with a rag.

He shoved Luca to the floor with a grunt of irritation, as if the very sight of him repulsed him now.

Luca collapsed in a heap, his body too weak to resist, his breath shallow and ragged.

Atlas stood, his face twisted in anger and disgust. "You know how much I hate seeing the sight of blood on me. Go clean up you fool! And get your ass right back here when you're done." He barked.

When he didn’t move fast enough, Atlas kicked him again, a sharp jab to his ribs that sent him sprawling further across the floor.

"And ask Loyd to give you new clothes when you're done." He shouted after Luca who was already stumbling out of the room.

Every step sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he forced himself to keep moving, desperate to escape the room, if only for a moment.

The door slammed shut behind him, and Luca collapsed against the wall outside, gasping for breath as his body shook with the effort.

His hands shook as he wiped away the tears that had finally escaped. He knew he had to clean up, to return, but every part of him wanted to run, to escape the nightmare that had become his life.

Inside the chamber, Atlas stood by the window, his thoughts dark and swirling. He couldn’t shake the feeling of revulsion that had swept over him when he saw Luca's blood.

The scent of the Omega had been unmistakable from the first day he was brought into the palace to work—he was his mate.

The realization had struck him like a blow earlier when he’d first caught the scent.

It had infuriated him. Of all the people in the world, how could this weak, pathetic creature be his mate? An Omega slave, no less. And to make it worse it was a male slave. It was unthinkable.

Atlas’s fists clenched at his sides, anger boiling in his chest. He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t.

He stumbled to the bathroom to have a shower to clear his head.

Atlas stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body, washing away the grime and sweat of the day.

But it didn’t wash away his fury. His thoughts were consumed with plans, with ways to free himself from the mate bond that threatened to tether him to someone so undeserving of his attention.

There had to be a way to reject the bond. He was an Alpha—strong, powerful, in control of his destiny. He wasn’t about to let the fates bind him to someone so beneath him.

Even though he had rejected him immediately it couldn't sever the ties.

And that was when his nightmares began, when he realized he was a fated mate to a weak Omega slave!