The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 167: Dark Memories

Chapter 167: Dark Memories

Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, please read at your own risk. This Chapter is a bit heavy.

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Arren cried the whole time; he was powerless to stop it. His instincts took over, or even if they hadn’t, he was too weak to resist. He didn’t feel any pleasure, he was too numb to feel anything.

His eyes were blank as he looked at the ceiling; his body moved, and he was being molested by someone. He couldn’t see the face, but he knew that this someone was way older than he was, even at the same age as his father.

Disgusting, extremely disgusting. It repeated over and over again until it stopped, and his mind blanked out. He was used. His heart was crying for him, but no tears came out of his eyes.

His tears had dried up; all he just wanted was for this nightmare to stop. Wait, was it a nightmare? Perhaps it was just his wishful thinking.

As the man knotted inside, it was finally time to mark Arren; only at this time in omega’s heat could he do so. And yet... it failed.

There was only one wound in Arren’s scent gland, but their pheromones didn’t mix, so the marking wasn’t completed.

"You’re so stubborn." The man whispered, "It’s fine, I know the first few times will not succeed. Don’t worry, we have a lot of time together. and try again." He forcefully made his way in on Arren’s lips before he was satisfied, leaving the omega breathless, saliva dripping in his jaw. Arren was disgusted, he was choking as he wanted to vomit.

Not long after, he was the only one inside. He was still naked, but he didn’t even move in his position and lay there lifelessly.

Marking a dominant omega wouldn’t be easy; it would be way harder than marking an ordinary omega. Forcing to mark a dominant omega, especially with a will like Arren’s, would be futile, as he had a way to not accept the mark and the mixing of their scents.

However, it wouldn’t be for long. As his consciousness faded, his will was spent, and he became powerless and hopeless in his life, he would be marked against his will.

So, that leader wasn’t in a hurry, he was patiently waiting for Arren to lose his sanity even further.

Days went by, and Arren stayed in that room. He was being cleaned by the servants, but he was like a lifeless sex puppet. Each time he was forced, tried to be marked, and wounded, sometimes it would stop since he needed to recuperate his scent gland, or otherwise, he would die.

The leader wasn’t always there, but the moment he was, it was another torture.

Arren was getting weaker and weaker each day, the recuperation of his scent gland had become so slow that the leader was becoming violent from frustration and impatience. He began to also physically torture Arren in bed to get him to surrender himself and his mind.

He knew... his life was fading, and he only had a little time left. And even that leader knew about it. The dosage was increased to make him lose control and even used an aphrodisiac together with the heat inducer drug.

They were killing him, but every time he was about to die, they tried to save him. The cycle continued, and he didn’t know how long. And the time had come... He cried, every day. Arren called for Spade to save him and also called out to his father.

Spade, save me. Father, I’m in pain.

This was all uttered and pleaded for in his mind. He had endured so long and waited for so long. And now... he couldn’t anymore. He just wanted to rest, and he only apologized that he couldn’t wait anymore.

Spade... my alpha, I’m sorry. For the last time he apologized, he called again and again, hoping for a miracle. He hoped for his alpha to save him, but nothing happened, his mind completely collapsed.

And as he was about to be marked, the surroundings cracked, and the sound of a voice sounded and shrouded the room. Each time the voice yelled his name, the crack in the dream increased as it also shook. The desperation of that voice was already evident, and the crack became bigger until it shattered.

The dream shattered, and Arren finally woke up.

Yet, he was still not moving, afraid to open his eyes. That dream... wasn’t a dream. It was real. It happened. He was now aware of it. He was saved, but the real Arren wasn’t.

"Arren, it’s me, you’re awake." Spade’s soothing and coaxing voice sounded beside his ears, but it didn’t have a calming effect at all. As Spade touched his cheek, Arren flinched and opened his eyes abruptly, and he sat up while distancing himself from Spade. He was trembling and hugging himself while his eyes darted around.

Spade was taken aback by this reaction. He tried to approach again, but Arren sobbed heavily.

"Don’t approach me..." he cried. "I’m disgusting. Don’t. Please don’t," Arren sobbed and hiccuped.

The alpha’s hand that was about to reach out stopped in midair. He swallowed, and his heart pounded nervously.

"No, you’re not." Spade tried to keep his voice sooty and coax the omega as he slowly approached him. "It’s just a dream, Arren. It’s only a dream, please wake up for me." The desperate voice sounded now that he was now also panicking inside to the way Arren was crying so heavily that he seemed to lose his breath.

Arren shook his head repeatedly, and tears streamed down his cheeks. "It’s not a dream. It’s not a dream, Spade," he repeated weakly, and the moment that he was caught off guard, Spade had already approached and engulfed Arren in a tight embrace.

Arren still tried to avoid and escape his hold, but he was too weak to do that; he was still so influenced by his dream that he could only cry and repeat his words.

Spade didn’t know what to do, he was so powerless that he almost shouted in frustration and rage that he couldn’t do anything to calm Arren.

But at some point, as Arren cried, he collapsed once more. Spade’s face paled, and he roared, "Come in! Come in, all of you!"

And as his alpha was panicking over his sudden collapse after waking up, sobbing, and calling himself disgusting, Arren met again in that place with the shadow. At this time, they were almost the same.

"You’re here... but not to pick me up." The shadow said, they were beside each other.

Arren couldn’t say anything as he sniffed, and the memories were still fresh in his mind. The shadow faced him, and for the first time, he put his almost-clear hand on Arren’s forehead.

"I only let you see it," he said, caressing Arren’s forehead, somehow making the omega so sleepy. "You’re not ready to pick me up, don’t worry, I’ll still wait for you. And that memory... will stay here until you want to remember me again." The shadow’s voice was now in a soothing tone as he continued, and it seemed a smile appeared on his still blurred face that looked like Arren’s.

"You can now sleep peacefully again, Arren."