His Ruined Omega’s Revenge

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This place was built to train male omegas whose husbands were dissatisfied with them.

The Alpha who once loved me madly allowed me to be humiliated and tortured, all just to make Quinn Pierce smile.

After he lost his memory, he hated me to the bone.

But when I completely broke down and no longer wanted to wake up, he went insane with regret.

Spread your legs!

The instructor shouted angrily, and the sharp whip came lashing down.

With just one strike, the skin on my leg split open.

This was the third month since Asher Pierce sent me to the Omega Wife Discipline Academy.

I had long since grown used to pain like this.

I trembled, cold sweat covering my entire body, and I braced my hands against the backs of my knees as I slowly forced my legs apart.

Wider! The instructor reached down and pried my legs open. If you cant even please your own husband, then youre nothing but a failed, worthless dog!

The wound tore open a second time, and my flesh was ripped apart raw.

The needle pierced my skin, and the cold medicine was quickly injected into my body.

I clenched my teeth, and even my breathing froze.

My mind had already gone completely blank, but there was still a voice hammering inside my head.

You must always remember that your husband is your master, that you are your husbands toy and his dog, that you must obey every command he gives, please him, and give him all of your love.

Cruel punishments, forceful and overwhelming brainwashing, and drug injections filled every single day of my life.

It was too dark.

I curled up naked in a cramped room that never saw daylight, with chains tightly choking my neck.

Aside from a nest made from filthy, tattered clothes, there were only mirrors here.

They were embedded in all four walls, fitted perfectly together, covering every inch of the walls beneath.

Inside them, I watched myself crawling like a dog, licking up food, drinking water, and relieving myself.

All my dignity had long since been crushed into dust, and it could never be pieced back into what it once was.

In this room, standing up was absolutely forbidden.

Once I passed the height monitored by the infrared sensors, I would be shocked.

Only when my whole body convulsed and I foamed at the mouth while begging for mercy would they mercifully let me go.

Suicide was even more impossible, because cameras with no blind spots watched me at every moment.

Once anything unusual was found, the outcome would be a thousand times worse than an electric shock.

I thought I would never leave this place again.

The instructor said the three-month period was over, and my husband had come to pick me up.

Asher Pierce came to pick me up, bringing his familys adopted son, Quinn Pierce, with him.

They stood together, and Quinn clung dependently to his arm.

They looked like a loving, perfect couple.

But I was clearly Asher Pierces mate.

This year, he had a car accident on his way back to spend our wedding anniversary with me.

After waking up, he lost ten years of memories and forgot me completely.

During the time Quinn appeared by his side, I was so devastated by his car accident that I lost the child in my belly and nearly lost my life.

But when I told him about it, he angrily accused me of being vicious and calculating, saying I wanted to use that method to tie him down.

Now, compared to them, I looked timid and pathetic, and I did not even have the courage to look Asher in the eye.

The strong scent of white rose pheromones surged uncontrollably from my gland and soon drifted into Ashers nose.

You go into heat the moment you see me, so it looks like the academy still hasnt fully cured that filthy sickness of yours.

His eyes were filled with disgust. Evan Hale, youre truly disgusting.

It was not like that.

My face was deathly pale, and under the effect of the drugs and discipline, my body had already developed muscle memory.

After all this time, I had been turned into a doll made to become aroused for Asher Pierce alone.

I opened my mouth to explain to him, but Quinn cut me off.

His cheeks flushed, and his eyes grew hazy. Asher, I

Asher supported his weakening body with worry and lifted him into his arms.

When those eyes turned toward me again, they became cold and disgusted.

If Quinn goes into heat because you tempted him, then you can roll back to the academy and train for a few more years!

The sports car sped away in a cloud of dust, leaving me standing there alone.

I collapsed to the ground, tears pouring out of me uncontrollably, and it felt as if a huge hand had seized my heart.

Asher Pierce was not like this.

When I was almost unable to endure it in the academy, I survived by relying on memories of the past.

Countless times, I numbed myself by telling myself that Asher had only lost his memory, not that he no longer loved me.

But reality sliced me apart again and again.

The love that once belonged to me had now all been given to Quinn.

Quinn was the one he cherished most.

And in his eyes, I was nothing more than a slut who had forced him into marriage through highly compatible pheromones.

He had forgotten everything between us, and he had forgotten just how much he once loved me.

He had forgotten that back then, even when he forced himself through his rut, he still could not bear to touch me.

Every memory from the past turned into a gentle knife that cut open my heart.

My pheromones were still spreading everywhere.

This was something I could not control, because I had already lost control over my own gland.

During those days, the instructor forced me to become aroused while looking at Ashers photo.

If I could not do it, they injected me with large amounts of drugs and used the cruelest punishments.

They kept going until I became wanton, until I began releasing pheromones and begging for sex the moment I saw Ashers photo.

Asher did not care, and he did not ask.

All he cared about was whether Quinn would be affected by a shameless slut like me going into heat.

I did not know whether a persons tears could run dry, but now I could no longer cry.

I supported my utterly weak body and stood up, looking around for a safe place.

At the very least, I had to wait until the scent of my pheromones faded before leaving.

But fate refused to grant even that, and I ran into a group of thugs.

They pressed cigarette butts out against my gland and shoved me down into the wild grass.

Mr. Pierce paid us to completely ruin you, and it counts as a warning to stop you from coveting someone you shouldnt be thinking about.

Was it Asher Pierce, or was it Quinn Pierce?

Let me go!

I could not hide my sob, and strong, filthy pheromones forced their way into my gland.

That pain was indescribable, as if every pain nerve in my body had been twisted together and crushed.

In broad daylight, no one cared about my cries for help or my resistance.

A foul tongue moved over me, and yellow teeth bit through the skin over my gland.

Pheromones forced their way in and clashed with the permanent mark Asher had once left on me.

I trembled violently from the pain and screamed as if my heart were being torn apart.

Those alphas naturally could not cover Ashers mark.

They only wanted me to experience this pain again and again, until I no longer dared to long for a mark.

Hatred, despair, and then numbness.

Covered in wounds, I lay in the grass and stared blankly at the blue sky and blazing sun.

Why did they have to treat me like this?

I could get divorced, and I could never appear in front of them again.

Why did they have to treat me this way?

The thugs were satisfied, and they stood up while pulling up their pants.

They laughed wildly and obscenely, with cigarettes burning red between their lips.

I lay there, my voice hoarse and broken. Was it Asher Pierce, or Quinn Pierce?

The leader of the thugs crouched down and pressed his cigarette butt out against my lower abdomen.

Guess, Mr. Hale. Then he stood up again. Dont worry, your husband is busy taking care of his precious darling, so he doesnt have time to look for you, and you can take your time guessing.

They left in twos and threes with their arms around each others shoulders, disappearing from my sight.

I wanted to force myself to stand, but my vision went dark, and I completely passed out.

When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.

My gland hurt badly, and after the high fever, my head was still heavy and dazed.

The door to the hospital room opened, and Asher Pierce walked in with a cold expression.

Are you really that desperate, so desperate you wont even let a few thugs go?

He looked down at me with contempt, and mocking words spilled from his mouth without thought.

I was exhausted and did not want to argue with him anymore.

Asher Pierce. My throat was dry, and as I spoke, the stuck wounds tore open, making every word difficult.

Lets get divorced.

The rest of his insulting words immediately stuck in his throat, and he looked at me in disbelief. What did you say?

I repeated my words again.

After the divorce, I will never bother you again. You and Quinn can be together, and no one will be an obstacle between you anymore. My voice trembled as I lifted my eyes to look at him.

His face was still the same as it was in my memory, only colder and more mature now.

We had been in love for seven years and married for three.

If someone had asked me who I thought loved me the most, I would never have hesitated before.

The person who loved me most had to be Asher Pierce.

I never imagined that we would end up here.

I never imagined we would reach the point where I personally asked the person I loved most for a divorce, carving him out of my heart with my own hands.

What trick are you trying to play now? Playing hard to get? Asher gave a cold laugh. Stop doing something so ridiculous, because I will never fall in love with you, and everything from the past ten years was probably just pheromones messing with my head and blinding me. Evan Hale, I will never like someone like you.

All the love from those ten years was nothing more than pheromones messing with his head.

My eyes stung, and I finally realized that the stranger in front of me was no longer my Asher Pierce.

I am not playing tricks. We are getting divorced.

Divorced?

Asher grabbed me by the collar and dragged me up from the bed.

You made Quinn and me miss ten years together, and now you think you can walk away that easily?

Stop dreaming, because what you owe Quinn can only be repaid when you suffer more than he did!

He pulled at the wounds on my body, and I sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

I did not understand his damned logic, and I did not know what kind of suffering Quinn had supposedly endured.

You were the one who personally sent Quinn abroad back then, so if someone has to repay a debt, shouldnt you be the one to do it? I snapped, then began coughing violently.

Fortunately, my gland was severely injured, or else by now the white rose pheromones carrying my desire would have filled the hospital room.

The changes beneath me were also hidden by the blanket, and only that allowed me to confront Asher with a little dignity.

I was bewitched by you! Ashers pupils contracted.

He had just wanted to say that my pheromones had controlled his reason, but he suddenly realized that there was not the slightest scent of white roses in the room, and only several rotting, foul, low-quality alpha pheromones remained.

The hands gripping my collar trembled.

It seemed that only then did he remember exactly what kind of inhuman torture I had suffered.

Its better that its broken. Ashers voice was very soft, and he slowly let go. Then you can never scheme against me with your pheromones again, and I will never be controlled by them again.

He took a few steps back, and his gaze fell on my swollen and ruined gland.

I will arrange mark-cleaning surgery for you and get rid of that damned smell on your body.

Mark-cleaning surgery was very painful.

I had only heard that many omegas died on the operating table because of it.

And I had no right to refuse, because Asher decided the matter with a single sentence.

I looked at his back as he was about to leave the room and suddenly spoke. They said they were hired by a Mr. Pierce to come after me. Was that person you?

Ashers figure froze, but he did not answer my question.

I had not expected him to answer anyway.

During that time, I tried to escape the hospital, but I failed.

Asher was furious and placed me under full surveillance.

When I was about to be sent to the operating table, my hands and feet were tightly bound by restraints.

Asher stood beside me, and after a struggle flickered in his eyes, they returned to indifference.

After the surgery is done, let your gland heal first, and then it will be transplanted to Quinn.

His old injury from abroad has relapsed, and this is what you owe him. Besides, he should have been highly compatible with me in the first place.

He spoke as if this were only an insignificant little matter.

As for what would happen to me after losing my gland, and what would happen to my body, he simply did not care.

I looked at him, and I could no longer spare any extra emotion for him.

Asher Pierce, I hope you wont regret this.

He said he never regretted anything.

I hoped that was true.

The hospital bed was pushed away, and from far off, I heard him say, After the gland transplant, I will divorce you.

I gently closed my eyes and only hoped he would keep his word.

There was nothing more to say, unless he expected me to thank him with tears of gratitude for letting me go.

The surgery hurt badly, and the anesthesia could not work.

I was tortured nearly to the point of collapse, and I clutched the hospital bed as I begged the doctors to kill me.

Kill me Tears streamed down my face, and I could no longer hold on.

The surgery ran into serious difficulties, because my will to die was too strong, and my gland produced an extremely intense rejection response.

If they forced the surgery to continue, the pain would increase several times over, and so would the mortality rate.

The doctors hoped Asher could come in and release some pheromones to give me something to depend on and a reason to survive.

But Asher refused.

He stood outside the operating room, with Quinn holding his arm, and his fists clenched tightly.

The veins on the backs of his hands bulged, and his eyes were deep and dark.

After hearing the doctors words, he stayed silent and said nothing.

Asher, Mr. Hale didnt mean it either, and its all the pheromones fault. Now that Ive already returned to your side, dont make things harder for him anymore, Quinn said gently, then paused, his tone bitter. After all, Mr. Hale is still your husband

Asher heard the sadness in his voice and lowered his eyes to comfort him.

Let him hurt. If he dies, then thats his bad luck.

I did not know how I made it off the operating table.

When I sensed that I was still alive, I almost laughed out loud.

Was this not a chance given to me by God?

Why should I be the one trampled on?

After making a trip through the gates of hell and coming back, nothing mattered except my life.

I sat on the hospital bed and looked at the clock on the white wall that showed the date.

It was almost time.

Asher Pierces rut was almost here.

A persons memories could disappear, but the bodys memories would not.

Just as I expected, because he had gone too long without blending with my pheromones, Ashers rut was unusually brutal.

Quinns pheromones could not soothe him at all.

He was even harshly rejected by Asher after Asher lost his reason.

Asher tried every method, and he found omegas with even higher compatibility to release pheromones, but nothing worked.

Even suppressants lost their effect.

All of this only made him more agitated and miserable.

I want Evan. His consciousness was hazy as he collapsed on the floor of the safe room. Evan, I feel so awful

Why wont you soothe me anymore, Evan