Chapter 128: A mother’s hate

Conan’s POV

(Eleven years ago: night of eavesdropping on the Governor and his wife)

They’re going to force Noah into becoming what they made me; a breeding machine, a broken man, and a waste of oxygen.

"No. No. No...I can’t let that happen" I say to myself, and with a hand over my aching chest, I start to pace the room.

I have no power, no name, and no one to defend me. I can’t possibly thinking of sueing the Governor and dream of winning. Everything is against me. My secondary gender is already against me. My birth status is against me. The law is against me as well.

"What can I do?" I ask myself, grabbing my own blonde hair and staring out the small window of my room. Noah is just twelve and they have no idea if he’ll present as an omega or not.

I won’t let my son end up as another version of me.

I hear a knock on my door and I pull it open immediately, I already know who it is. And as always, I’m not surprised to see Governor Goldsmith. The same man who was kissing his pregnant wife twenty minutes ago is here at my door.

Ever since Noah’s birth, he hasn’t stopped visiting my room to spend the night with me. I’m his unhidden side chick. The governor’s whore.

"Conan, you beautiful man. You know what to do" he says and I start to strip.

I have no words or argument, all I have with me is pure shame and brutal pain.

Slowly, I pull my clothes off and stand in front of him completely naked with my hands behind my back. The Governor licks his lips and starts his routine with me. He touches, prode, and feels. Nothing he ever does is arousing, but somehow, he enjoys sleeping with an unreactive man.

I hate him.

I hate him so much that I want to scream in raw masculine rage, but the fear of being separated from my only joy in life, Noah, is too scary.

"Yeah...that’s right" the governor moans, moving his hips back and forth as he takes me from behind. He’s drawing out his own pleasure without caring about mine.

Luckily, the older he gets, the sloppier he becomes. And after five minutes, he’s done. He knots me and falls forward so that he’s on my back. I grunt as he puts all of his weight on me, and he laughs to himself.

"I’m getting older, but your body keeps getting sweeter. How old are you again?" he asks.

"Twenty-eight" I respond with a dry throat and he hums with appreciation. "You don’t look a day over twenty! I’ll pay for your surgery, I hate that belly fat" he says and I press my lips together.

"Governor" I call with a strained voice. His body is crushing mine, but a breeding cow like me doesn’t have the right complain.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"What is it?"

"What’s Noah’s future like?" I ask. I’m thinking of a good way to present my request. I need to be smart about saving my son. I don’t want him to get trapped like me.

"His future is obviously bright. He’s my son and he’s going to represent me everywhere he goes" the governor says with pride.

"I overheard you and Samantha talking about him tonight" I say flatly.

"Ah...yes. He’ll be joining the kids in the temple with the priest and teachers" he says and I wince.

Winslow pretends to be religious, but it’s a lie. They slap the Goddess’s name onto everything and groom young ones into submission. I went through that brainwashing system too.

"Please...please, don’t give him up till he’s eighteen, please" I say desperately and he pulls himself off me angrily. His knot is still swollen to full size and I cry out in raw pain as he separates our bodies.

It hurts really badly.

"Did you forget the part of our relationship where I told you that you’re not Noah’s mother?" he asks with a sneer, and I fall to my knees.

"I’m not! I’m just...please. He’s your son, Governor. Can you please give him the chance to grow?" I beg, pressing my hands together and he looks at me.

I’m ignoring the horrible pain between my legs and the blood dripping to the floor.

"Noah will grow well as Governor’s wife after he’s trained" he says and I shake my head.

"PLEASE" I roar and he slaps me across the face, sending me to the floor.

"I don’t appreciate your attitude, little omega bitch" he growls, reminding me of who I am and who he is. I’m only a lower class citizen and he’s the governor. I’m an omega and he’s an alpha.

"For this, you’re not allowed to come near my son for three week" he points his finger in my face and I start to sob.

"Now, put yourself together, my wife already messaged and agreed with Stiles. When Noah is older, he’ll become a part of the Stiles politics" he says and walks out of the room.

I stay on the floor like that in disbelief.

Stiles can be either the son, Roman Stiles, or the abusive father, Governor Stiles. It’s still a loss no matter which way I think of it. It’s over for my son and I.

I drop my head to the floor and someone opens the door.

The person walks slowly into the room and I lift my head. I look up to see the Governor’s business partner looking at me with pity. It’s Mr. Julian Fletcher.

"I overheard everything" he says as he walks over to the bed to take my blanket. The man places it on my shoulder and I shudder with a sob.

"You’re bleeding" he says and I shake my head. Part of my contract with the Goldsmiths states that I shouldn’t let anyone know of the abuses. They’re my secret to keep.

"I’m fine" I lie and he grabs my shoulder.

"I can help you, Conan" Julian says and I meet his eyes. He looks like he means what he’s saying, and I am getting desperate.

"Help me? How?" I ask through the tears.

"Yes, I can help you get your son to safety, but first...you have to do something for me" he says and I nod in agreement.

"What’s can I do?" I ask and he smiles at me, displaying his flawless teeth like a friendly predator.

"I need you to kidnap the Deus heirs, all three of them" he says and I freeze.