Trapped with The Beast
[ Alpha Figarland Garling x Omega Rebel Reader ] Pt. 2
🌙 | tags: fem!reader, omegaverse, yandere, dark romance, unhealthy relationship, possesive behavior, nesting, forced bonding
🌙 | summary: After forcefully claiming you as his Omega, Garling continues to torment you. Your only reason to stay alive is little Shamrock. While your Alpha threatens to breed you, you continue fighting for what’s left of your sanity.
[ -> Part One ]
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. When you noticed how much time had passed since your life had been brutalized and your loved ones torn from your heart, you had already lost your grasp on reality.
Your alpha's insatiable need for control and his raging jealousy had damned you to stay within the ivory walls of the Figarland manor. Where you spent your days in endless monotony. Everything, from your strict daily routine enforced by the servants who had been instructed by Garling to the cameras watching your every move, was designed to slowly chip away at your sanity and break you.
Your body had surrendered, entirely against your will, you could only fight so long before your instincts took over. Garling had taken pride in claiming an unwilling Omega, what was seen as a crime in the world below the Red Line, was an honor in the holy land.
Grateful, that's what he wanted you to be.
"For what?" You had asked him and received a backhanded strike to your face in reply.
Your only grace, the one thing that kept you from tying the rope and escaping the prison of your own flesh, was the small, red-haired pup Garling had thrusted upon you. You knew it was all part of his cruel plan to turn you into his perfect mate, it was revolting to think that he saw his own son as just another means to an end.
And yet, you loved him. You cared for Shamrock as if he was your own. In the beginning you had been clumsy and unsure how to take care of someone so small and vulnerable, but with the help of a few nurses, you grew into your role as a mother.
Not to appease your captor, but to fulfill your promise that you would free yourself and Shamrock from the monster that was his father.
After waking up one morning you felt too restless to stay within the comfort of your bed and got up much earlier than usual. Little Shamrock was already rolling around in his bassinet, begging you to pick him up. You scooped the bundle of joy into your arms and he squealed with delight. In the past months he had turned from a quiet baby who hardly made a sound into quite the talkative boy. You suspected it had all been Garling’s fault, you couldn’t imagine that he had taken good care of the pup.
With the baby in your arms, you looked down at the bed and wondered what bothered you about it so deeply. It couldn’t be your Alpha's stench. Unfortunately the scent had become both an aphrodisiac and tranquilizer to you, either helping you to start your heat or putting you to rest when Garling desired it. Nature was cruel and unjust.
No, it had to be something else. Maybe the insultingly bad mixture of colors? You strongly suspected Garling was colorblind purely based on the fact that he seemed to love throwing red, purples and yellows together without any rhyme or reason.
Then it hit you — you didn’t want a bed to sleep in, you wanted a nest.
"Hey Shammy, how about we figure out how to build a nest, hm? Sound good?" You cooed at the boy and he nodded.
You told yourself that he could understand you, or at least, you hoped he could. He was your only other voice to speak to in your solitude, all slaves had been threatened not to entertain you with needless conversations.
With a few well-practiced moves you tied a scarf around your chest so you could carry the pup on your back. Shamrock loved being at your side, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him behind in his little bed all day.
Honestly, you didn’t have the slightest clue on how to build a nest. You had heard about it, sure, you had read books and paid attention in biology class, but you had never actually done it yourself. After walking up and down in front of the bed, you decided it was best to start with some nesting material.
Determined to build Shamrock his first proper nest, you walked out of the bedroom, ignoring the servants who tried to drag you downstairs for breakfast.
"I wish to be left alone, I'm not hungry," you dismissed them.
"But Lady Figarland, please, your Master will be very upset if you haven’t eaten by the time he returns," a maid reminded you.
"Then let him be mad, I'll take the blame," you huffed and headed straight for the many guest bedrooms located in the west wing.
You gathered every duvet, silken pillow and exotic fur you could find. Rummaging through the many cupboards and wardrobes, driven purely by your instincts you began to toss anything unsuitable aside. It was as if a demon had possessed you with secret knowledge that was always there within you, hidden away until you had been forced to become a mate.
For better or for worse, you were no longer the rebellious Omega who accepted no man near her.
To distract yourself from your doomed fate, you focused on carrying all those blankets and pillows back to the master bedroom where you spread them all out on the king-sized canopy bed. You put your hands on your waist and sighed, staring at the messy pile.
" … I somehow feel like I’ve made it worse," you mumbled to yourself.
Whatever demon had taken over your body before, claimed your hands once more and you began to neatly arrange the blankets to form a circle, a wall, around the middle of the bed. The pillows were used to enforce the wall and to prevent little Shamrock from easily climbing out. The wolf and deer fur added some much needed protection from the cold, it was still winter after all. Two large blankets completed the set-up, by the end of it you even felt a little proud of your work!
You heard a small yawn coming from your back and removed the sleepy pup from your sling. Little Shamrock looked more than ready for another nap, he could barely keep his eyes open even if he tried really hard just to gaze at the person he had claimed as his new mother.
"Sounds like someone is ready to test out their new nest," you whispered and kissed his forehead.
You climbed over the wall of pillows and curled up inside your nest. As soon as you put Shamrock down right next to your chest and closed your eyes for a moment, you were overcome by a deep sense of security. All that was missing now was a way to hide from the morning sunlight. You sat up to pull the curtains of the canopy bed shut, leaving only a tiny opening so you could still tell if it was day or night.
Here, within the comforting darkness, surrounded by the scent of your Alpha and your pup, you felt relieved. Perhaps it was thanks to your slowly dwindling sanity that a few pillows and a thick blanket weighing down on your body was enough to make you smile, but you took every second of happiness you could get. Every tiny moment of comfort, no matter how short, was precious.
Shamrock babbled, although he was sleepy, he still reached for the nearest corner of the blanket and chewed on it. You didn’t hesitate to look under your pillow and fetch the teething toy you kept hidden under there. The pup eagerly grabbed it and bit into it — his teeth were already growing, sharp and unusually long, both traits inherited from his father.
Seeing the pup's fangs made the bite wound on your neck ache.
"Promise me, when you grow up to become an Alpha, you will treat your mate with love and kindness," you told him and gently caressed his head while he chewed on his toy.
A simple wish could only do so much. It was you who needed to keep that promise. You were Shamrock's only hope of growing up in a place far away from this hell.
The two of you spent the rest of the day nesting, only occasionally leaving the safety of the bed to clean Shamrock up. Although this wasn’t so different from your usual daily routine of hiding away in the bedroom from the prying eyes of the servants, it gave you the illusion that you weren’t trapped. You were simply … nesting. Yes.
A good little Omega who cared for her young and wasn’t seen nor heard.
A tear ran down your cheek as a quiet sob escaped you before you could swallow it.
"I'm so glad we can all fight together, you know?" A good friend of yours, Theodor, a man who had fought at your side in your days as a revolutionary, told you with a bright smile.
"Hm?" You had snapped out of your daydreams and turned your head to face him.
"I mean, everyone keeps going on and on about how Omegas are no good in battle- but look at you! You’re the strongest woman I know … with the strongest appetite to top it off!" He laughed, but you knew your comrade's words were earnest.
"Careful, or I won’t save your butt next time the Marines attack us in the middle of the night," you teased him back.
"The strongest woman, huh?" You repeated. The words left a bad taste on your tongue, a sincere compliment twisted into a lie, all by your own choices.
At least Theodor would never see what had become of the revolutionary commander of the western division.
A pair of heavy boots marched through the halls, strutting towards the bedroom door with no hesitation or patience in their step. The ominous sound of the doorknob turning and the door slowly opening with a creak alerted you to the presence of your Alpha before the monster had laid his unsettling eyes on you. Knowing that he was inside the room now, you pulled Shamrock closer to your chest and squeezed your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.
"Well, well, it seems that my Omega has no interest in welcoming her Alpha back from his hunt. You wound me, darling," Garling broke the silence with his arrogant tone, his voice laced thickly with venom.
You slowed your breathing and began to count from one to ten, hoping that it'd stop your heart rate from quickening once his scent wafted through the tiny opening between the curtains and invaded your nostrils. He stopped moving, you pressed your palm over your quivering lips — he was standing right behind you, just outside the bed.
"Now, what do we have here?" He said mockingly.
A single crimson eye peeked through the curtains into the darkness which could no longer protect you from your greatest fear. You stared back at him, feeling your pulse race when he pulled the curtains open and you were blinded by the afternoon sun shining through the windows.
Garling took a moment to take in the whole scene before him. The pillows, the stolen blankets from the guest rooms and most importantly, his young pup cradled in the arms of the new mother he had given him. He hummed in approval and took off his cloak, folding it neatly and placing it over the chair near his vanity. In that short moment of relief you forced all your senses to wake up, you couldn’t drop your guard around him.
"So you’ve finally settled in," he noted proudly, "I knew you’d feel comfortable enough to nest sooner or later, our instincts always get the better of us, don’t they?" He continued his attempts to pry an answer out of you, but your lips were tightly shut.
The knight wore his usual uniform, but thankfully he had switched the yellow and purple out for black with burgundy stripes. Not because he had suddenly developed a lick of taste when it came to fashion, he was merely dressing appropriately for a hunt that, for once, did not involve anyone on two legs. His curved hair still looked like it had been freshly combed and styled, not a single strand of hair out of place. If you hadn’t known any better, you'd have thought the whole hunt had been a lie.
Who else could keep his appearance so pristine and immaculate while shooting arrows from the back of his horse except your mate?
You bit your tongue when you caught yourself fawning over him, entertaining the idea that he was anything but a vile beast dressed in royal garments.
"Your silence bothers me more than your snarky remarks," Garling lamented, you rolled your eyes at him in reply, "Very well then, I will speak and you will listen, my feisty little Omega."
The knight sat down at the edge of the bed, his weight was enough to dip the mattress and stir Shamrock awake, who slowly blinked and drooled on his chew toy. No, no, no, you didn’t want him to start crying, not when your Alpha had just returned home and his mood was ever so unpredictable.
Your only option was the one you had sworn to never use front of your captor, but it was better than risking him losing his temper. So you did the unthinkable, you purred for your little one, right next to Garling. The purr of an Omega was an audible treasure for any Alpha, mated or not, a quiet little symphony meant to soothe those who heard it or to express complete and utter content.
Neither of which Garling deserved to hear. Nonetheless, the Alpha clearly enjoyed what he saw as another triumph, he grinned thinly as he took off his heavy leather boots.
"Now that you’re nesting and even purring in my presence, I believe it’s due time for me to fill up your womb with my pups," he growled.
You immediately shook your head in disbelief and disgust, how could this animal even entertain the thought of breeding you when you spent every waking moment of your life denying and insulting him? A stupid nest and a single purr hadn’t changed anything.
Garling put his knee on the bed and leaned over the wall of pillows to take a better look at you. Overtaken by irrational fear, you lifted your head and hissed at him, your own fangs had grown since you started looking after the pup so you could protect him better. Unfortunately nature had never intended for Omegas to have to fear and fight back against their bonded mates, so your teeth were laughable compared to the strength Garling wielded.
"Don’t you dare hiss at me," he commanded, grabbing you by the neck before you could bit his wrist. He choked you, the leather of his gloves feeling deceitfully warm around your throat.
"Stay away from me!" You finally snapped and loosened your tongue, regretting it soon after when the Alpha chuckled at you cruelly.
"You can kick, hiss and even bite me all you want, little one, none of those childish tantrums will ever cut our eternal bond. I'm yours now, and you, you are mine. Forever," Garling murmured, loosening the hold on your neck so he could caress it, "So move aside, a nest is not only for the lazy Omega and her pup to roll around in."
You kept your teeth bared. This damned curse of a bond stopped you from burying your teeth in his arm when he climbed inside and invaded the only safe space you had in this godforsaken house. Fortunately the bed was big enough for you to crawl away with the sleeping baby in your arms, putting as much distance between you and the Alpha.
" … so, how is our little one doing?" Garling asked once he had settled in next to you, at least he possessed the decency to close the curtains.
Although you were spared from seeing his disgustingly handsome visage, the darkness allowed him to move his hands towards you before you could dodge his advances. Naturally, it took him no longer than a few seconds before he was playing with your hair, braiding it loosely between his fingers as if you were a doll he could play out his fantasies with. In a way, that was true.
"Shamrock is fine," you croaked out, feeling the bile rise in your throat from every single one of his touches, but that short answer did not satisfy him, so you continued. "He's been eating well, more than usual, I think the nurses said he's in the middle of a growth spurt. And his teeth have sharpened, his canines turned into fangs."
Garling sighed happily and kissed your cheek, ignoring your distressed sob when his cold lips touched your skin. He briefly shifted his attention to the sleeping child who seemed perfectly content, his mouth was slightly open, just wide enough to catch a glimpse of his fangs.
"Good girl, isn’t it much nicer to answer and obey me than constantly fighting your own desires nail and tooth? Accept it, darling, you belong to me. You love my scent, you could get drunk on it and we both know how easily you fold when I sink my teeth into your neck," he teased you, allowing his lips to leave a trail of kisses from the side of your head down to your shoulder blades.
Garling licked over your bruised scent glands, right over the bite mark he had left when he marked you for the first time. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine and right into your core, such a primal reaction, one you couldn’t stop.
"Please- Please don’t, not when Shamrock is here," you pleaded with him, shaking your head as tears swelled up in your eyes.
Garling let out a purr of his own, is was much darker and more threatening than yours. Not a gift or soothing symphony, but a warning that you were on the verge of overstepping his boundaries.
"Would you rather fight your mate in front of the pup then?" He questioned you sharply.
In your fear you squeezed Shamrock tight, a little too tight — the little boy woke up from his sleep and saw his father's face looming above him and his mother. Instead of squirming away or hiding in your chest, he stretched out his little arms towards Garling.
"Dada? Dada!" Shamrock babbled happily, blissfully unaware of your suffering.
As much as it pained you to see how alone you were in your misery, there was a part of you that understood that this was for the best. You didn’t want Shamrock to grow up fearing his father, if you could help it, you would leave this place with him before he was old enough to understand. You bit your lip until it bleed, telling yourself over and over again that your only reason to keep going was Shamrock.
Shamrock. Shamrock. Shamrock.
You couldn’t break, not now, not when the little one thought his father had joined them to play and cuddle.
So you submitted. You lowered your eyes, breaking your defiant stare, and purred for him quietly. All while Shamrock continued to try and get Garling's attention, unaware that this beast didn’t have the capacity to love his own child in his cold, dead heart.
"That's my girl," he praised you and brushed your hair behind your ear, ignoring the babbling child as if he wasn’t there at all.
You feared for the worst when Garling sat up and finally reached for the pup who was on the verge of crying out of pure frustration. You felt a deep ache in your chest as soon as the Alpha pulled Shamrock from your arms.
"Please, Garling," you whispered.
"Oh, you never stop finding ways to insult me, dearest. You really think I'd harm my own pup?" He scoffed and cuddled Shamrock on his chest, the little boy tugged on his uniform and kicked his little feet, visibly excited to finally be with his father.
A single, shuddering breath of relief left you as you watched Garling place a kiss atop Shamrock's head.
In the dark, the knight's eyes almost looked like they were glowing red. If Garling didn’t look like the devil before, he certainly did now.
"What do you take me for? Some kind of monster?"
"Yes." You snapped back at him and Garling's smirk vanished within an instant.
A beat of silence.
You held your breath.
Another beat of silence only broken up by the sound of Shamrock's babbles.
You felt as if the world was closing in on you, growing smaller and smaller until there was nothing left but the darkness surrounded by curtains, trapping you within the nest that had brought you such short-lived comfort.
This had never truly been a safe place for you or the boy you wished to save, you had crawled deep into the lion's den. Naked. Vulnerable. A defenseless prey animal waiting for the return of her hunter.
As soon as you could tear yourself out of your stupor, you jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door.
Garling threw the curtains open and stood up, still holding Shamrock as he approached you with slow, meticulous steps. He wasn’t chasing after you, he was prowling towards you. There was no rush. He knew he'd catch you — after all, you were trapped in his domain.
"Go on, run from me! Faster, darling, let your blood boil," he mocked you, "You know, I've been hunting deer all day, thinking you'd be grateful that your Alpha is keeping you fed … but I realize you’re just an ungrateful little brat."
You finally managed to pull the door open and bolted through the hallway.
"Maybe you’ll learn to thank me when I show you what it means to become my prey." Garling's voice followed you no matter how far you ran, his scent lingered on every surface of the house, making it impossible to tell where he was.
But you knew one thing for sure: Once he caught you, he'd make his threats of breeding you come true. Wether you liked it or not.
[ To be continued … ]
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When I saw how many likes people had left on the Omegaverse headcanons for Garling, I felt the urge to dig a little deeper and continue to explore how truly dark this storyline could turn out-
Any wishes for what our favorite, well-mannered devil should do to our poor Reader? Let me know in my ask box.
And maybe, just maybe, there is a way for Reader to escape
