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Ruin: A Dark Omegaverse Dystopian Short Story (Multiverse), page 1
Ruin
Multiverse
D.E. Chapman
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Contents
Ruin
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Breakdown of Omegaverse Terms
1. Evelyn
2. Evelyn
3. Weston
4. Maddox
5. Weston
6. Maddox
7. Evelyn
8. Weston
9. Evelyn
10. Maddox
11. Evelyn
12. Evelyn
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
About Author
Also By D.E. Chapman
Ruin
The world has gone to utter shit.
Those of us born in the slums get the short end of the stick because we’re nothing more than prey to the alphas living in the high zone. The alphas sit atop their thrones like kings while the rest of us suffer miserably and die.
Life outside these walls isn’t much better with the infected running amok but between the desperation and despair consuming the low zone, there are many who are willing to take their chances with the creatures destroying the world outside our borders.
I’m not one of them.
I took a chance and joined the rebels a few years back, if only to provide my little sisters with the hope of a better future, one I was never promised and one I’ve yet to see. I’m the perfect little rebel too. No alpha would expect a mere omega female to fight back but I am and I’m damn good at it.
I’m going to destroy this warped society the alphas have created and set us all free.
Just wait high zone, I’m coming for you.
Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences with its foul language, sexual dubcon scenes, and graphic violence. Ruin contains MM and MF. Please note that all books in this series can be read as standalones and are alternate realities of one another. Some of the books will be light and sweet, others dark and tragic so please read the warnings for each individual book in the Multiverse Series carefully. All other books in this series can be found on Kindle Vella before they're published to Kindle Unlimited, links will be included for the other books at the end.
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Breakdown of Omegaverse Terms
Omegaverse - this trope features an alternate universe in which humans have a very similar biology and pack structure to wolves; typically there are betas, omegas, and alphas.
Alpha - they have the highest rank, are the most dominant and aggressive, and have a strong scent; they enter rut during an omegas heat.
Beta - essentially, they are basic humans.
Omega - they are considered the weakest, least dominant and aggressive, and have an equally strong scent that appeals to alphas particularly; they enter heats/estrous which is not as frequent as periods; they are very fertile during their heats and can be bitten and bound to an alpha.
Slick - this is secreted by omegas typically when they are in heat but it can also happen outside their heat in the presence of their bound alpha; sweet taste.
Heat/Estrous - affects only omegas; their bodies are at their prime breeding time and this involves at times, three days of high body temperatures and need before it passes; omegas during their heat desire an alpha to mate them, knot them, and breed them; this is when omegas are able to be bonded by an alpha’s bite and knot.
Scent Marking - using either the scent glands on their skin or the scent of their release, omegas and alphas can warn other contenders away; it is a way of showing ownership.
Rut - this is the alpha version of a heat; they get even more aggressive and possessive of omegas during this time; they are consumed with the need to breed.
Knot - alphas have a mass at that expands at the abase of their cock that locks behind an omegas pelvic bone, tying an omega and alpha together during mating.
Bonding - an alpha can bite an omegas nape and break skin during their heat, this results in a claim, a bond; pheromones are secreted into the bite that warns other alphas away.
1
Evelyn
The fucking world has gone to shit, and dare I say it’s only getting worse.
No matter where I look, the skyline of Whitshell is consumed with smoke and soot from the many fires the alphas have set to the slums. And there is no escape from this hellhole we live in, either. We are walled in with the bastards, and the only way in or out is guarded by the elite. We are trapped in the slums, starving to death and getting slaughtered for fun by the very beasts that swore to protect us when the world fell apart nearly fifty years ago.
Some protectors they turned out to be.
I’m just glad I wasn’t around when they first made that promise, otherwise I’d be like all those who were—broken and ruined. To hear such grand promises from the strongest of us all, the alphas, then seeing those same promises disregarded not even five years later when the killings began, would have shattered what little hope I had left. Instead, I was born in the thick of it, and afforded the hope that if I joined the right side, I’d see us poor betas and omegas liberated at last.
That’s exactly what I set out to do when I joined the rebels. I made a vow to myself, for my sisters, that the world they live in will be a better one than I’ve had to face.
They may only be seven and their designation still a couple years off, but I fear for their futures all the same. Their only saving grace will be if they reveal as alphas, and the chances of that happening are so slim I know there is no point relying on that outcome. But there have been miracles in the past, so who the hell knows what’s going to happen a few years from now? Maybe my sisters will move to the inner sanctions of the city long before my movements make a difference to the people in the slums.
I know I’ll never allow those girls to sell out the people living in the slums for a slightly better life in the mid zone like all the other alpha chasers who have done just that. I know what becomes of those chasers when they venture too far into the slums. I know what happens when their alphas demand too much of them and they can’t deliver.
The life of a turncoat isn’t worth it, and I refuse to allow my sisters to be lured into ruin by more false promises from the alphas in the high zone. See, we in the lowest zone have learned the hard way what happens to anyone not lucky enough to be born an alpha. Hell, even us omegas aren’t spared a grueling life and death. They are used and abused by their so-called mates, then tossed back into the slums when they don’t provide their mates with alpha heirs.
What a sick fucking world we live in.
I’d rather venture out into the desolate outside world than suffer through the injustice of life inside these walls. I’d rather face the mutated creatures roaming beyond our “safe haven.” I’d rather die out there amid the overgrown flora than be hunted by savage alphas, who’d ensure I lived through their torture for as long as possible.
The last five years I’ve spent in the rebel faction has opened my eyes to the horrors of our society. I’ve seen horrible things that I can never unsee, things that haunt me both in my nightmares and in my waking life. My hope has slowly dissipated the longer this goes on, and I don’t know how much fight I have left in me. I hang on for my sisters and Wes’ sakes, but even then, I’m not sure how much longer that motivation will keep me going.
I just want some TNT so I can blow through the fucking wall to freedom. Hell, maybe I’ll just stand inside the blast zone and die with the wall.
I shake the offending thoughts away and climb out of my shitty bed. Here in the slums, clean mattresses are a thing of luxury most can’t afford. And despite all the work I do for the rebels, it doesn’t pay, so I’m just as bad off as everyone else in the low zone.
Three quick knocks sound from the door, followed by another, single knock five seconds later, then another three five seconds after that. One can’t be too careful in this part of the city, and
I take a quick glance through the peephole just to be sure it’s him before opening it wide and letting Weston in.
He’s a pretty male, with his brown locks braided halfway down his back and his bright blue eyes. He has a body lean with muscles, but still soft, not as hardened as most of the betas in the slums.
If he’s not on guard all the time, he’d be taken advantage of out here. He layers his clothes so he looks bulkier than he is, and he wears a ratty old baseball cap low over his eyes to distort some of his features. The hood he tosses over it basically buries him, so he’s managed to avoid trouble for the thirty-six years he’s been alive.
He steps inside the narrow entryway and offers me a sweet smile, then passes me to plop onto the soiled, ripped sofa I inherited from my long-dead parents. He doesn’t complain when he sits on the hard cushions, because he knows as well as I do how rare it is for me to have the damn thing in the first place.
Fuck, this city has really gone to hell in a handbasket. Those fucking alphas and their damn greed are slowly sucking the life out of us regular people, and no matter how many strides we make, it always feels like there’s been no progress.
“Are you due in today?” Weston asks the moment I drop down next to him.
I shake my head. “Another faction moved into the mid zone last night. Reportedly, it didn’t go well.”
Wes grimaces, and I know he wants to know more, but thankfully he respects the fact that I tell him what I can. He’s not involved in the rebellion, and if I divulge sensitive information to him, I’ll put him at risk. Nothing can happen to him, and nothing can happen to my sisters. They are the only family I have, and if something were to happen to me, I know Wes would step in and care for my sisters as best as he can.
I simply can’t risk putting him in danger. I won’t do it.
“What’s the plan for the day, then?” he asks with a grin, no doubt sensing the shift in my mood and trying to distract me.
I don’t know if that’s his omega side or not, but he’s always been keyed into my emotions. It’s like he can read my mind some days.
“I need supplies for the kids. We’re running low on food, so I’ll hit the market as soon as it opens.”
His grin widens. “Do you want company?”
I offer him a sympathetic look that he immediately reads because his face falls, making my heart clench as I hasten to explain. “Low zone is under heavy watch because of what happened last night. It’s already a risk going out myself, and I’d rather you stay here with Avery and Leah until I get back. I’m sorry.”
“I get it, it’s okay.” His smile is back, his forgiving nature ensuring he doesn’t stay upset for long. “No worries, the twins and I can find something to do inside.”
I smile too. “Thank you, Wes. I mean it; I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He leans in and presses our foreheads together, whispering, “And I don’t know what I’d do without you, Evie.”
The two of us sit like that for some time, simply breathing in each other’s scents like it’s the last time we’ll be able to. For all we know, it could be.
2
Evelyn
I’m haggling with the old woman from east low zone for a bruised apple when a creeping sensation skates down my back, telling me I’m being watched. I discreetly glance around, trying to spot whoever has their eyes on me, but I can’t see a thing from my position.
We’re at the end of the alley, the end of the market, and she’s my last stop for the day before I head home. But this means there are less people down this way, and that puts a bigger target on my back if someone decides to try to rob me.
Something tells me this person—or persons—isn’t looking to rob me, though.
I look back at the old hag, curl my lip in a snarl, and bark, “Keep the apple, then.”
The damned beta wanted everything I had already haggled for today, all for a rotten apple that frankly, for health reasons, shouldn’t be touched. I was hoping to salvage the seeds and try my hand at hydroponics to cultivate my own apple tree for Wes and the twins. It doesn’t matter that I know shit about hydroponics or farming; I’m desperate enough to try.
But there’s no way I’m coughing up a slice of bread and two expired cans of beef for the damned thing, not when they can feed my sisters and Wes for two days. I didn’t even bother telling the hag about the blade I own, ‘cause no doubt she’d try and pry that from my hands too.
I peel away from the snarking beta bitch and head for home at a calm pace, ever-aware of the tingling that still haunts my spine. Turning right through another alley, I draw to a stop and curse. A bulky male stands at the other end with his arms crossed and wicked grin on his face. Judging by his size alone, he’s an alpha. And the clunky footsteps behind me tell me at least two more have now cut off my exit.
It’s not often you hear of alphas from the high zone corning female betas and raping them, but it’s not like it’s never happened. It’s a risk we all take in low zone. At least I have a higher chance of surviving this than a male would. Most alphas just go for a male beta’s throat instantly, whereas they prefer to toy with the females and leave them damaged, but breathing.
I carefully drop my sack of food to the ground while never talking my eyes off the brown-haired, brown-eyed alpha in front of me. He bares his teeth at me and stalks closer with an ominous chuckle. The breath on my nape isn’t all that surprising, but I thought I’d at least hear the bastards creeping up behind me. Instead they’ve moved too silently for me to track, and now it’s too late.
One pair of large hands clamp down on my upper arms and I jerk forward, trying to break his grip. He holds firm, so I raise my foot and slam my booted heel against his toes. He hisses out a breath, but his grip doesn’t falter.
The alpha stalking me from the front is suddenly standing before me and gripping my throat. My air cuts off and I try to flail.
But I’d forgotten about the third.
My hands are yanked behind me and tied so tightly I wince. Spots dance across my vision and my body goes lax.
Then, just as suddenly as I was grabbed, I’m released, dropping to the trash-strewn ground like a marionette whose strings have been cut. My attackers’ grating laughter sends chills down my spine, and it only grows worse when one opens his mouth.
“We finally caught ourselves the little rebel bitch, boys,” he gloats. “Time to play.”
I feel the blood drain from my face, but I refuse to scream or loosen my control over my steadily growing horror, because no way in hell will I give these bastards the satisfaction of knowing I’m terrified.
Instead I focus on the realization that someone sold me out. There’s no way these alphas would’ve known who I was to the rebellion otherwise. Some fucking alpha chaser ratted me out, a chaser who has to be part of the rebellion themselves. I keep my work with the rebels on the downlow specifically so this very thing doesn’t happen. No one aside from Wes knows of my involvement, not even my sisters, and even then, Wes doesn’t even know how deeply imbedded I am in the organization.
The odds of me getting free are slim to none, and that realization settles like a heavy brick in my gut as I’m dragged down the alley, undoubtedly headed for the center plaza where all rebels are sent to die.
A public execution would be a mercy from these alphas. They have other ways to torture rebels, ensuring they live as long as possible to teach everyone in low zone what it means to cross them. And I have a sinking suspicion that these alphas plan to make me an example.
I’m hauled to the square, wrists tightly bound behind my back. My face slams into the stone plaza with a crack, and I can’t bite back a whimper as pain radiates through my skull. It hurts like hell, but I know these bastards are far from done. Sure enough, a boot slams into my stomach, making me choke and gasp. Another kick sends spittle flying and tears rolling.
