Torn Apart: A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Dark Romance, page 1
Torn Apart
D.E. Chapman
Torn Apart
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Torn Apart
They thought they were safe. They were wrong.
Omegas no longer have rights. They’re considered property. Exploited for their heat and sold to the highest bidder.
For twin omegas, Seraphine and Arden, discovery means suffering at the hands of alphas. They assumed they were safe. They were unprepared for the horror that found them. Torn from their home, the twins are separated for the first time in their lives.
Can they survive the hell at their captors’ hands long enough to find one another?
Warning: This book is not for the faint of heart. Dark scenes might be disturbing to some. The worst triggers are torture and rape. For those with stomach for the twisted, carry on and happy reading!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Chapter 1
Seraphine
“Sera!”
I ignore the call as best as I can.
“Seraphine, get down here now!”
With a groan, I scramble to my feet. Using my full name like that can only mean trouble, even at twenty-four. Leaving the warm bed of hay I secretly built in our barn, I make my way down the ladder that leads to my little hidey-hole near the rafters.
My feet thud against the ground when I jump the last few steps. I dart out of the barn, careful to dodge any meandering sheep and goats in the fenced lot. I grumble the whole way about the unfairness of our lives.
It’s not my parents’ fault we’ve isolated ourselves like this, after all. It’s ours—the omegas. The curse of being born an omega is a horrible one in year 3981. It wasn’t even that long ago when omegas were treasured, loved, and cared for by everyone in the village. We were considered a blessing.
Now we are nothing more than cattle to be sold to the highest bidder.
Just thinking about it makes me sick.
I shake off the chills skating down my spine and rush through the front door to the house. It’s a small place, quaint, and quiet. From the outside, it looks like a simple single-story home with fading blue walls and rusty hinges. Even the inside looks like a stereotypical ancient ranch with wooden walls and faded countertops.
However, if anyone were to look hard enough, they would find a hidden door leading to the most expensive bit of the house. Steel-plating lines every inch of the basement. Soundproof padding covers the walls and floors. The solid metal door hides behind the secret space which is fitted with heavy locks on the inside and out.
The perfect den for an omega in heat.
But that doesn’t mean I like it. It still feels like a prison down there.
I wiggle my finger through the slight hole in the wall and hear a faint click. The wood creaks open, the entrance dark and small. Once inside, I close the wall panel behind me before stripping bare. After piling the clothes in a secret cubby in the dark, I tinker with the already unlocked steel door. With a heavy push, it slides open and I descend the stairs, grabbing a thin slip on the way down.
I drag the small gown down my body as I go. The scent of past estrous is heady as I reach the final step and open the last door to the room. My lower belly clenches tight. The rush of heat burning through my body is expected.
I hate this. I grimace at the discomfort and for what I know is ahead.
My heat.
My mother rushes about, cleaning and prepping the small room as best she can. I watch as she stocks the small bathroom with towels and other necessary toiletries. The bathroom consists of a shower, sink, and toilet to the immediate left of the stairs as soon as you open the last door. It’s intended for a quick wash to remove all scents of estrous from reaching upstairs.
As soon as we finish showering, we slip through the door, locking all the scents of omega away. It’s why there are three doors to get through. My parents are firm believers that we can never be too careful. And knowing what I do about the omegas who have been taken, I’m glad to have the little extra security if it means I can keep myself out of an alpha’s paws. All the repairs and upgrades go towards the secret room, leaving the rest of the house and barn neglected.
My brother and I have no personal belongings in plain view; we can’t afford to. If we have guests, we are tucked away downstairs until they leave. All lingering scents of my brother and me around the house are disguised with incense. This is done to mask the guests’ sense of smell.
I shake off my thoughts as I look around again. My mother had already set aside a whole basket of nesting materials. It sits next to the small, thin comforter laying in middle of the room. I’m glad Arden and I don’t share the same heat cycle. I can’t imagine two omegas lost to the haze. I’d be writhing on the floor, begging for alpha cock, while Arden grinds into the furs, pleading for alpha cunt to plow through.
Reaching out, I grab her hand. “Go. I’ve got this,” I say with a quick kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, as always.”
Her only response is a strained smile, pinched brows, and a kiss to my forehead.
I don’t watch her leave. Instead, I focus on the nesting materials. The door clicks shut behind me, and I heave out a heavy breath.
It never ceases to amaze me how shitty our lives are. If only the king hadn’t suddenly died twenty-five years ago, then perhaps none of this would be happening.
It was only a matter of days before Remus took over. He was the king’s closest advisor and friend, though I suspect Remus had a hand in his friend’s death. But I don’t dare speak that out loud, even here where I know I’m alone, miles away from the nearest village.
To say such a thing would have you losing your head faster than you could cry, “I didn’t mean it”.
After King Remus took the throne, everything shifted for the worse. Betas became nothing more than hired help while alphas soared to the top, taking all that they could from those lower than them. Omegas became cattle, simply put. We lost our rights when we were deemed too weak for society. The alphas then declared us under their protection in order to preserve our omega genes.
In reality though, we were passed around like whores, sold to the richest bidder. Forced to become breeders, but unable to keep our young. Torn from families, or sometimes even given away freely. Brothels now enslave—or forcibly employ—omegas for a hefty price, and an even larger sum is paid for those in heat. Suppressants became a thing of the past. Instead, fertility drugs are passed out like candy in the hopes that any hiding omega bitch is exposed. Pumping an omega’s body with these drugs increases the odds of them going into heat in public places. I’m determined to put my mind at ease for my coming heat. Though—judging from the state of my body—I still have a while to go before estrous. Thankfully, we keep spare books in a box down here, so Arden and I have something to kill time with. Sometimes I wish I could just dive into a story and forget all about omegas and alphas and what they mean for my family. But no amount of reading, or dreaming will change that.
This is our reality.
I ignore the nesting materials, knowing eventually the time will come when I can’t help but rearrange them. Instead, I curl up on the mattress with Fractured Past by D.E. Chapman, ready to lose myself in the story about a girl named Alanna as she navigates a whole new world. A world filled with adventure and heartache.
A world vastly different from my own.
Chapter 2
Arden
I step out from around the corner just in time to see Mother closing the secret panel behind her.
Looks like Sera’s already been put away.
I shudder at the thought of being in that dark room with only a small lamp for light. Sera’s always been the stronger one. She’s never had a problem going down before her heat started. I drag it out as long as I can. I know it’s dangerous and could land us all in trouble if the wrong person finds us, but I can’t seem to work up the nerve like Sera does.
At least I still have another couple of weeks before my estrous makes
Father—ever the strong alpha—is the primary bread winner for our household. He works from dawn till dusk, and he’s out hunting when the crops and cattle aren’t ready for harvest. It’s hard labor. I can’t ever keep up with him, but I try.
Mom, takes care of all the household things, like cooking and cleaning. I’ve seen her try to teach Sera the ropes, but my sister doesn’t have a knack for it, despite being an omega.
She’s always been more into adventure and her books than anything else. Most of the time, that leaves me cleaning up her messes, though I don’t mind. I like to help as much as I can. It’s fulfilling work, and is all the excitement I need in my life.
Sometimes I think the gods got it wrong. Sera should have been an alpha, not an omega. She doesn’t have the mind for it—not like I do. I know her dream is to leave the ranch and see the world, but her type prohibits it. I wish Sera had been alpha. Then she could have gone and lived out her dreams as she saw fit, not have been tied down here, hiding away from the rest of the world.
But for me, this life suits just fine, and I know that grates on Sera’s nerves. She doesn’t understand how I can be content to live this way. Sometimes she yells when I don’t complain about the unfairness of it all. Mostly, she accepts the lot she’s been given in this world. Watching the light slowly fade in her eyes, year after year, kills me inside. But I know there’s nothing to be done for it.
Maybe if the war never happened all those centuries ago, then alphas, betas, and omegas never would’ve come to be. Sera would be free to live the life she desires. I imagine live would be easier for all of us. Technology wouldn’t be a rare find; rockets would still take us to the moon.
The sun pierces my vision, making everything white and far too bright, as I stand on the edge of the fields. With a quick flick of my wrist, the gate opens and closes behind me, keeping the cattle safe from wild predators. I hum softly to myself as I make my way farther out on our land, looking for my dad.
After a few moments, I find him crouched over the newly tilled field. He shoves seed into the dirt, pressing deep to make sure the rain doesn’t wash them out. Just as I approach, he says in his gruff voice, “Grab ’em seeds, son, and start in the next row.” Dad doesn’t bother glancing up; he knows I’ll do my part without having to ask twice.
I do just that.
“Seraphine?” The gruff tone of voice gives me pause.
“Put away,” I say, voice soft.
“Good, good. Don’t want to put ya up with her just yet, but if I have to, I will.”
“I understand.” And I do. As much as I hate being down there in the near darkness, I get it. It’s necessary for our safety. For the good of all of us. If anyone found out we were hiding here, Mom and Dad wouldn’t fare well. The punishments are strict for harboring one omega, and for two?
I shudder.
I don’t want to know what would happen to my parents if alphas found out Mom and Dad had twin omegas—a boy and a girl—and never told anybody.
A shiver runs the length of my spine, despite the heat of the afternoon sun. I focus on the menial task of farming.
Thankfully, time passes pretty quickly, the warm sun pounding my back all the while. Sweat has long since soaked my shirt and hair.
“You and your sister best be careful, ya hear? Strangers been seen around these parts for two days. We don’t want no trouble comin’ this way.”
“Trouble?”
Peering over my shoulder, I see Dad’s stopped seeding, and instead is staring at me, hard. The glint in his eyes is a telltale sign of his growing aggression. Not at me, of course, but at whatever he sees.
“Trouble.” He confirms with a jerky nod. “After selling the wares, I heard whispers of trouble. Mercenaries have taken to the empty barn south o’ here. You two stay hidden ’til they gone. I can smell ‘em comin’ closer.” Dad stands suddenly, his six-three frame towering over my small five-four one.
The stench of my anxiety starts to leech from me in waves. I cast worried glances every which way as Dad scents the air in huge inhales.
“Get!” The harsh word startles me into moving. My heart pounds and my hands sweat as fear sinks low in my gut. I make a beeline for the house, and slam the door shut behind me once there. Mom jerks to her feet from the place on the couch. Her face pinches with worry.
“What’s wrong, Arden?” She crosses to me where I bend over, heaving air through my lungs. I didn’t run that far or that fast, but the fear and pounding heart aren’t helping me catch my breath.
“Arden?” Mom shakes my shoulders.
“Dad said trouble’s coming. Mercenaries or something are moving closer.” The words have barely left my mouth before she’s shoving me to the hidden panel. I stumble at the force of her push, though she doesn’t slow down. If anything, she moves me quicker. In a matter of seconds, I have the panel open, and Mom is pushing me through. Glancing back at her, my wide eyes meeting her narrowed green gaze, I gulp in fear.
“Get through the door, boy. Wait for Pa or me on the stairs. Don’t open that last door to Sera unless you have to, understand?” Her usual soft voice is hard as steel.
I can say nothing past my closed throat, so I simply nod that I heard and understood. Without hesitation, I push through the steel door and step in. Just before I close it behind me, I glance back and see the panel wall sliding into place. I lock the door and collapse onto the stairs. I can only sit and wait for Dad to send the mercenaries away.
Please be okay. Mom. Dad.
Knowing Sera is just down there, locked away and unaware of what’s happening, sends a surge of protectiveness through me. I will protect her if these mercenaries manage to uncover our hidden den. Sera’s vulnerable in estrous and it’s up to me, as her last line of defense, to guard her.
That’s what omegas do best, we guard our den with a fierceness that bellies the rage of an alpha.
Chapter 3
Seraphine
The roar of blood whooshes through my ears. My heart pounds in my chest; my palms sweat. Darkness engulfs my vision and fear takes root in my mind.
Waking without sight is terrifying.
Even more terrifying are the bindings tying my hands together behind my back.
Where am I? Why can’t I see? What’s going on? What will to happen to me? How did I get here?
The last thing I remember is locking myself in the secret room, waiting out the four days of estrous. It didn’t take long before the overwhelming scent of slick, of my arousal, and heat from previous episodes fogged my brain. The haze took control of my thoughts, leaving me as a whimpering mess.
What happened to me? Arden? Mom? Dad? I want to scream at the world, but something keeps my jaw pulled tight. The thick leather straps wrap around cheeks, digging in, as it secures behind my head.
Breathing through my nose is nauseating. I can’t think about it. It’ll make me crazy.
Crazier.
I’ve heard rumors of omegas going missing. Terrible rumors about auctions, forced matings, rapes, beatings, unwanted pregnancy, and cruel experiments. This could be any one of those situations, and I won’t see it coming with my eyes blindfolded like this. I have no idea if I’ve fallen to the mercy of an abusive alpha or a slave ring. Either option is horrifying.
But in this world, it’s eat or be eaten and, unfortunately for me, omegas are often eaten. In more ways than one.
My future outlook is grim.
I have the sudden desire to laugh. While nothing about this situation is remotely funny, the mirth bubbles up regardless. Luckily, the muzzle locks the noise inside. I have a feeling that I sound rather unhinged.
Where is he? Where’s Arden? Did they take him too?
I want to sob. I can handle whatever all of this is if I just know if he’s still safe.
He’s the sweeter one, the weaker one. Arden won’t be able to cope with this like I can; he’s terrified of the dark. All the estrous he spent locked away have fractured something inside his mind. They’ve made him compliant, the perfect embodiment of an omega. He’s not strong like me.
