Whispers of The Marked Omega Chapter 02

Whispers of The Marked Omega Chapter 02

I hooked one finger under my bra strap just as they had demanded.

Enzo stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed firmly on me, cold restrained anger swirling deep within them.

“Filthy mongrel.”

His voice was low yet clear enough to cut through the blaring music and reach every corner of the room.

I chose to ignore his harsh words, letting the strap slip slowly down my shoulder, my smile never faltering for a moment.

Enzo said nothing in reply. He simply stood there, his towering Alpha frame casting a heavy shadow over me, freezing the air in the room and hushing the noisy chatter of the other Alphas.

He smoothly plucked a lit cigar from the ashtray, its glowing ember flickering faintly. Then he strode forward and pressed the burning end hard against my chest.

A sharp sizzling sound filled the air.

Before the pain fully hit me, the stench of searing flesh flooded my nose. I held back every scream, biting down hard on my lip until I tasted the metallic tang of blood, staring blankly at the wall. I was an Omega, and obedience was all I knew, even in the face of such degrading torment.

“Don’t let my mate catch a whiff of your repulsive scent,” Enzo’s eyes turned ice cold. “It’ll ruin her appetite.”

He tossed another wad of cash straight onto my chest, landing right on my fresh burning wound. The banknotes stuck to my skin for a split second before fluttering down to the floor.

“Take the money and get out of my sight.”

My whole body trembled violently. Silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the slow dripping of blood from my chest wound.

A soft yet piercingly condescending voice rang out.

“Honey, don’t be so cruel. Let’s leave.”

Mia, Enzo’s soon-to-be Luna, gently linked her arm through his. She shot me a glance mixed with pity and undisguised disgust, then draped her cashmere coat over my shoulders.

“Oh poor thing,” she cooed at me as if soothing a stray stray dog. “You’re still so young with your whole life ahead of you. Why destroy yourself like this? Omegas ought to have more self-respect.”

I knew exactly who she was—the pure true love dwelling deep in Enzo’s heart, the very woman he’d ruined my entire life for.

She lived in utmost luxury now, enjoying the finest things the city had to offer, fully protected by the most powerful Alpha around.

In contrast, I scraped together money for my child’s medical bills by any means possible, living in a shabby leaky apartment deep in the slums. If it hadn’t been for Enzo, I could have walked a completely different path, kept playing the cello and even performed in Vienna someday.

Enzo didn’t spare me a single extra glance. He wrapped an arm firmly around Mia’s waist and led her out of the lounge.

The men went back to their drinking, and the women resumed their idle chatter as if nothing had happened.

I stared down at my chest, the fresh burn scar overlapping the old carved brand, making it even harder for me to earn a living. No client wanted an Omega dancer covered in unsightly scars. I took a deep shaky breath, forced myself to stand straight, and pushed open the door to leave.

A palm as hard as steel suddenly slapped hard across my cheek. I crashed heavily onto the sticky grimy floor, blood pouring from my nose and staining my lips red.

A woman dressed in extravagant fur looked down at me with blazing fury—Russo’s mate.

“You shameless little slut!” she spat viciously. “Do you really think you can steal my Alpha away from me?!”

She pinned me ruthlessly to the ground, her sharp nails scratching harshly across my cheeks, neck and exposed shoulders.

Those very Alphas who’d leered at me moments earlier all turned their heads away, pretending to see nothing at all.

I had no idea how long passed before she finally calmed down, fixed her hair proudly and strutted away without a second glance.

I was left all alone, covered in blood with torn clothes and every inch of my body throbbing in agony.

Some staff member, either a security guard or a waiter—I could not tell them apart—grabbed me by the arms and dragged me all the way to the back alley exit.

I tried my best to sit upright, but dizziness washed over me in waves. Just then bright car headlights cut through the darkness, shining directly on my battered figure and cutting through the fog of my pain.

The car door swung open, and Enzo’s face came into view within the vehicle. His dominant Alpha pheromones instantly wrapped me up completely.

“Get in.”

I shook my head weakly, my voice barely audible. “I’m fine. I can walk home on my own.”

He stepped out of the car, his tailored suit fluttering gently in the night wind.

Before I could refuse further, he lifted me effortlessly into his strong arms and tossed me roughly onto the passenger seat. The sudden movement tugged sharply at my chest burn wound, and I gasped sharply as searing pain shot through every nerve in my body.

The car door slammed shut harshly, and Enzo’s face darkened with rage.

He tossed a small tube of healing ointment over to me.

“Put it on yourself,” he snapped coldly.

I caught the ointment and hastily spread it over my injured chest. The cool herbal essence eased the burning sting, yet the throbbing ache pulsed relentlessly in time with my heartbeat.

He started the engine, tires screeching loudly against the ground as the car sped sharply out of the narrow alley.