Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Seeds of Doubt
Fiona’s POV
I shouldn’t have been shocked by what I witnessed, really. I’d seen this exact scenario the first time Allen forced himself on me.
Back then, I convinced myself it was just Allen and his warriors—their twisted way of doing things. God, how stupid I was. This wasn’t just them.
This was the Valerium way.
They shared everything. Everyone.
No sacred bonds existed here between mates. The powerful took whoever they craved, leaving omegas like us completely defenseless. We had zero power, zero choice in whether we participated or not.
This kingdom was blacker than the deepest pit of hell.
My pulse hammered when the woman’s desperate eyes found mine. Silent tears streaked her face as she wordlessly begged for help. What could I possibly do? I couldn’t even save myself, let alone rescue someone else.
My feet moved on their own, carrying me away from the horrific scene. This was their nature—pure savagery.
"What are you doing, my sweet Fiona?"
I shrieked as fingers dug into my elbow, spinning me around brutally. I hadn’t heard him approach—my mind was racing, desperately plotting an escape from this nightmare. But there was no way out. This was a trap.
"Let go of me!" I ripped my arm free from Allen’s grasp, putting every ounce of fury I had into the motion. His companion just laughed at my disgust.
"I warned you about wandering at night, didn’t I?" Allen stood there shirtless, his wrinkled, sagging skin making my stomach lurch.
The memory hit me—I’d let this revolting man touch me, impregnate me for drugs. What the hell had I been thinking? "I’m going back to my room."
I spun around, but Allen blocked my path. Behind him, the door gaped open, giving me a clear view of his sick entertainment.
Two omegas were bound to bedposts while three warriors loomed over them like vultures.
"This might shock you, but join us and I’ll show you how my people really have fun."
I squinted, trying to see the omegas’ faces, but the warriors’ bodies blocked my view. Still, I could imagine their expressions mirrored the terror I’d seen moments before.
"How? By forcing yourself on them? Don’t you have any shame?" The words exploded from me. "Go back to your sick games. I’m leaving."
Allen chuckled, but didn’t move an inch.
"Why should I? This is who we are," he said with that disgusting laugh.
"Things work differently here, my sweet Fiona. Adapt or you’ll only torture yourself."
"I don’t need to adapt to anything," I shot back. "I’m getting out of here the second I get rid of this baby."
Allen’s eyebrows shot up. My harsh tone didn’t seem to faze him at all.
"You’re carrying this child—where exactly do you plan to go? Do you even have anywhere to run?"
His mocking tone made my skin crawl. He tilted his head with fake sympathy. "Be a good girl, Fiona, and you’ll have a decent life here."
"Decent?" I glanced at the women being used for the warriors’ pleasure. "That’s your idea of decent? No. I’d rather die than live like this."
Allen just shrugged. "You’re so uptight. I don’t mean it that way," he cackled at his own crude joke, making rage boil in my veins.
Every fiber of my being despised this man.
"Try it once. Loosen up and discover what real pleasure feels like."
I wanted to claw that sick grin right off his face. "Keep dreaming. You can only take what you want by force—that’s all you know how to do. You have no clue what a true mate bond means, how sacred it is. You’re lower than a slave!"
I thought I’d finally gotten under his skin, but Allen’s reaction made my fury burn even hotter.
He laughed. Actually laughed at me.
"You really think your mate bond with Reginald is something special? Don’t make me laugh. You trust him that much? Want to know something?" Allen stepped closer, forcing me backward instinctively.
"Stay the hell away from me!" I hissed like a cornered animal.
"You might be surprised by this little secret." Allen lowered his voice dramatically, like he was delivering some earth-shattering revelation. "Reginald agreed to let me have you. Didn’t even hesitate for a second. I saw it in his eyes—no doubt whatsoever."
I scoffed. "You think I’d believe that garbage? You’re insane if you think your pathetic lies will turn me against Reginald."
"Lies?" Allen’s grin widened. "Reginald’s the one who’s been lying to you. I never would’ve touched you without his permission. Our agreement was too crucial—I wouldn’t have made such an outrageous demand if Reginald had refused. We were equals then. He had the power to say no."
I ground my teeth together. I refused to buy into this. "You can rot in hell with your lies. I’ll never believe a word that comes out of your mouth."
This time Allen was the one scoffing. "Fine. Believe whatever helps you sleep at night. But if this mate bond is so precious, why do you think he can stomach the thought of me pleasuring you? And why am I still breathing when he’s had plenty of chances to kill me? Answer that, sweet Fiona."
