Page 183 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

Someone he wanted to protect.

I hated that he would suffer even more trauma from this, and I couldn’t let that happen, I had to get us out of this.

The real fucking question was how. I had no magic to fight back, only a blade I couldn’t reach for.

“What do you hope to gain from this?” I asked. Yelling wasn’t my intention but my voice was hysterical, there was no helping it, and I no longer cared about showing weakness.

I’d had enough. Even my hallucinations kept their distance, forming on the borders of the courtyard and not bothering to move in as they watched it all unfold. A constant presence I found oddly grounding in that moment.

Askaal laughed at my struggle. “I stand to gain an army, and I’ll be even more powerful than you could ever dream to be. It willallbe at my fingertips. It never made sense that the warden, the one Hel trusted her entire prison to, didn’t control her army. And now your commander is going to rot away in the same prison I’ve watched over for centuries. Don’t worry, I prepared one of my best rooms for him.”

Gravik laughed. “Every time you call for him, he will hear you, but won’t be able to rush to your side. In fact, every ounce of pain we give you, he will feel tenfold. Imagine being so helpless. How poetic that you’ll die and he can’t even stop it.”

“I’ll get him back,” I promised. “You won’t command anything, then. You’ll be dead, slaughtered by my hand.”

Gravik lifted his hand which had me rising in the air before slamming me to the ground in front of them.

“You won’t get the chance. You’ll watch us kill your men, one by one. Just as powerless as your supposed savior.”

Askaal stretched his hand out, palm up. A double-sided sword appeared and it was long and thick, the blade curving slightly before ending in a deadly point. It gleamed in the light of the blue fires.

What wasn’t covered in dried blood, at least.

Again, Gravik moved his hand, shifting me around like a puppet so I was facing Roman. My heart stopped in my chest. Tears were streaming down my face as I openly sobbed.

“No!” I screamed. “Get the fuck away from him, don’t you dare!” My voice broke as I yelled but I couldn’t stop.

“I’ll give you a reason to want to die, right now. I see three very good reasons right here. Or should I make that four?” the warden taunted as he trailed the tip of his blade over Roman’s face. Blood spilled from his cheek, soaking into his shirt. It wasn’t enough to kill him yet, but enough to make him weak.

Roman’s eyes locked onto mine and the rest of the world fell away.

“I love you, Harlow. Thank you for giving me and Hiro the life we deserved.”

My heart shattered into pieces and my sobs turned into wails. He was crying, too. My strong, protective boyfriend knew this was it for us.

We’d given our entire heart and soul to each other within these walls, and now it would be our grave.

“I love you, too, Roman. You both made me feel loved for the first time in my life. Made me feel like I was enough, that I belonged. Thank you.”

My voice shook so much it was almost hard to understand but the smile he gave me would haunt me for however long I had left to live.

“Oh, how touching,” the warden said before he slammed the blade forward, cutting straight into Roman’s chest.

My scream tore through me. It was feral and raw, my voice breaking as I continued to yell, unable to stop myself.

I’d never known true pain until now. Whatever pain Monty’s absence and failing bond had caused… this was so much worse. Every cell in my body, every nerve ending, was filled with sorrow and a pain I couldn’t escape.

I was an omega who’d just watched her alpha die. There was no coming back from it.

Just moments ago, I had everything to live for and now I would have to watch that everything be yanked away before I died, sacrificing myself for someone I didn’t even care about.

Hel didn’t deserve what I had to offer.

She deserved to rot for this. Suffering for eternity.

I would suffer, too. If I survived somehow as she promised, if this wasn’t the end… how would I live without them?

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for this, Harlow.” Even Drake’s voice was filled with emotion, anger and tears warring within it. “I fucking love you, and this won’t be the end for us.”

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