The Alpha's Forbidden Omega

Torment

Chapter Thirteen

Faelen’s POV

I slammed the door behind me, barely holding back the sob that tried to escape my throat. My hands trembled as I ran down the hallway, trying to get as far away from Hunter’s chambers as possible.

The humiliation, the anger, the disgust… it all spun inside me like a knife. I felt sick to my stomach, like I might throw up at any moment.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Hunter had treated me like some w***e, some worthless s*x slave to use and dispose of. No… I wasn’t prepared for this… not this kind of torment.

When I accepted the mission, I knew there would be risks, that I might have to compromise myself in ways I wasn’t comfortable with, but this… this was something else entirely.

Tears blurred my vision as I ran down the hallway, passing someone going towards Hunter’s chambers. I didn’t care who it was, I just ran off and made my way back to the maids’ quarters.

I pushed the door to the bathroom when I got there, entered and locked it shut behind me, then collapse to the floor. The sobs I’d been unsuccessfully holding in now burst out of me.

My chest rose and fell as the sobs came flooding, I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the sound. I didn’t want anyone to hear me like this. I didn’t want anyone to see me broken.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. The way Hunter had looked at me, the way he had grabbed me and pushed my head, forcefully shoving his manhood in my mouth.

I felt like some animal, with his stuff going deep into my throat and out. I couldn’t fight it off, I was no match for the great Alphas strength. The he had treated me, to me it was like I was nothing, less than nothing even.

I’d never felt so powerless, so weak and completely used. The thought of him and his c**k inside my mouth made my skin crawl, made me want to puke, and I wished I could erase the horrible memory from my mind.

My mind was spinning between the pain and the rage that went through me. How dare he? How dare he treat me like this?

I was sent here to gather information, to do my duty for my pack… not to be humiliated and degraded like some common w***e.

The anger inside me started to grow, rising above the tears which didn’t stop flowing regardless, my face felt hot, like it was actually on fire.

I cursed Hunter silently, imagining all the ways I could make him suffer. I wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt me, to see him broken and humiliated, begging for mercy.

But I knew it was a fantasy. He was the Alpha, the strongest in the pack, and I was nothing more than a servant, a spy. If I so much as laid a finger on him, he’d crush me without a second thought.

The realization brought a fresh wave of hatred. I was trapped. There was nothing I could do to him, nothing I could do to change what had happened. And the worst part was, I knew I couldn’t make it stop.

My mission was too important. I had to keep going, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I hated it.

I tried to calm myself, to regain some sense of control. I reminded myself of what my Alpha had said… to do whatever it took to complete the mission, even if it meant crossing some lines.

I guess this was it. The beginning of it, actually.

And to think that this was the life I had not necessarily chosen, but was actually proud of, the life I had trained my whole life for. I couldn’t let my emotions get in the way. I had to be strong. I had to keep going.

But the anger wouldn’t go away. It rose up beneath the surface in my chest, and I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, trying to push the rage down.

I had to focus. I had to think about the bigger picture, about what was at stake if I lost my focus. My pack was counting on me, and I couldn’t let them down.

Still, the thought of facing Hunter again made my stomach turn. I didn’t know how I was ever going to do it, how I was going to look at his face and pretend like nothing of such disgrace had happened.

Taking a deep breath, I wiped the tears from my face and forced myself to stand. I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall, at the girl staring back at me… red-eyed, disheveled hair, but still there.

I straightened my back, brushed my hair backwards with just my hands, adjusted down my uniform, and wiped my face, preparing myself for what was to come. I had a job to do, and I was going to do it, no matter what.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I was startled to see another girl standing at the door. She was a maid too, but I didn’t recognize her. I guessed she must work on the west side of the estate since I hadn’t seen her around with our group.

Her eyes scanned me carefully, taking in my rough appearance, and I instantly felt exposed, as if she could see right through me.

Assuming she was waiting to use the bathroom, I quickly apologized for staying in there long. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to occupy the space,” I said, stepping aside so she could enter.

I was about to walk away when the girl spoke, her voice soft but curious. “Are you okay?” she asked.

I paused, caught off guard by the question. Turning to face her, I tried to fake a smile, hoping it would be convincing enough. “I’m fine,” I lied, forcing my voice to be steady. But her expression told me she wasn’t buying it.

She took a small step closer, her gaze gentle yet strongly on me. “I’m Mary,” she said, introducing herself with a small nod.

“Fae.. Faelen. I’m Faelen.” I responded stammering.

The girl nodded to that. “I know what it looks like when someone’s been crying, and I can see that you’ve been crying a lot. I can still see the tears on your face, and your eyes are all red.”

Her words broke through the wall I’d built around myself, and I felt the tears threaten to flow over again. But I tried to brush it off, to keep up the pretense. “It’s nothing,” I mumbled. “I just… I had something in my eye.” I said, faking it with a wipe of my eyes.

But Mary didn’t let it go. She looked at me with such understanding that it was almost scaring. “Look, I know how it feels, working in this estate,” she said quietly. “The humiliation, the abuse from the high lords… it’s unbearable sometimes.”

Her words hit me with surprise. How did she know? How could she possibly understand what I was going through now? My walls crumbled, and before I could stop them, the tears began to flow again, harder this time.

I tried to hold them back, but it was no use. Everything that had happened to me, all the pain and anger, it was too much to keep inside.

Mary moved closer and gently put a hand on my arm, her touch warm. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know.”

Half out of curiosity and half out of desperation, I looked up at her, my voice shaking as I asked, “How could you possibly know what I’m going through?”

Mary’s expression softened, and she gave me a small, sad smile. “I’ve been working here for over a year now,” she began, her voice carrying a hint of sorrow. “I was sold to Alpha Hunter by my own father for a few bucks. He needed the money, and I… I had no choice.” She revealed.

Her words shocked me. I couldn’t imagine what kind of parent would do that to their own child. Even though my Alpha had taken me in after my parents’ death, becoming more of a guardian than a father, the idea of an actual parent selling their child was beyond my understanding.

A wave of sympathy immediately filled me, and I found myself voicing it without thinking. “I’m so sorry, Mary… I can’t even imagine…” I said to her.

Mary shook her head slightly, her smile turning sour. “Thank you, but you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I’ve learned to live with it. But you… you’re new here, aren’t you?” she asked.

I nodded, wiping away the tears with the back of my hand. “Yes, I am. I just… I wasn’t expecting things to be like this.” I stated.

Mary’s eyes softened even more. “It’s a hard place to be, especially if you’re kind and compassionate, like you are. But I’m glad I talked to you today. You’re going through a lot, but you still have the heart to feel sorry for someone else. That says a lot about you, Faelen.”

Her words touched something inside me, and for the first time since I’d arrived at the estate, I didn’t feel so alone. Mary’s kindness was a lifeline in a world of hate and despair I’d been in.

I felt a sense of warmth in my chest, a tiny spark of hope that maybe, I could survive this place. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice growing thick with emotions. “I appreciate it… more than you know.”

Mary gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s get out of this hallway. We can talk more in your room.”