CHAPTER 25
They couldn’t just leave this place right now.
But if the organization collapsed… then everything would be finished, and no one would dare touch Rayne again.
Rayne didn’t know much about the prostitution industry, it was completely new to him.
But as Jora explained everything, he started to understand it little by little.
“Don’t worry. As much as I found out, this one is one of Losif’s possession organizations, and he had no plan to send you to other alphas.
But after seeing his subordinates, I think there might be some problems,” Jora explained.
She pulled a small pocket knife out of her pocket and handed it to Rayne. For his safety.
Rayne couldn’t fight. His small fists would feel like soft pats rather than punches. So he never even thought about hitting someone, it wouldn’t work. But with a knife, at least he could wound someone and protect himself.
Jora stood up and nodded. Then suddenly, she bent down and pressed a quick kiss to Angel’s cheek, smiling.
Angel flinched, staring at her with wide eyes.
This was the first time something like that had ever happened to him.
Rayne felt anger surge through him and hissed, “What the hell are you doing with a kid? Stay away, you pervert.”
She only chuckled, she knew she wasn’t pure, so the insult didn’t bother her. Still smiling, she walked toward the door. Both her hands slipped into her pockets. As she left, her tight shirt clung to her body, showing her well-maintained figure.
After she left, Angel looked at Rayne with innocent eyes and tilted his head.
Rayne gently patted his head. Just then, the door opened. Sian stood there… with Losif beside him.
Red fingertip marks were visible on Sian’s cheeks. His nose and mouth were bloody, and one of his eyes was swollen shut.
When they both came inside, Rayne saw Losif yanking Sian’s hair. Rayne jumped down from the bed quickly. Angel grew even more scared and reached for Rayne’s hand, but didn’t hold it.
“You bitch! Is this why I have been paying you? So you can bite the hand that was feeding you?” Losif growled, throwing Sian to the ground with one swift motion.
Losif started to kick Sian in the stomach, kicking him like he wanted to kill him brutally.
The room filled with Sian’s painful screams, but Losif didn’t care.
“Forgive me, Master Losif… she was one of the premium members… she gave 100 million for one night…” Sian mumbled.
Hearing this, Losif glanced at Rayne with a pale face, scanning him from head to toe. He stepped over Sian and walked toward Rayne.
“Rayne, I am sorry. I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but I never wanted any other alpha to touch you. It’s my fault.” There was no reaction on Rayne’s face after hearing that. “She didn’t fuck you, right?” Losif asked, his eyes still scanning him.
“Whatever she did with me has nothing to do with you. And isn’t this what you wanted? Now don’t pretend. I hate seeing that disgusting face,” Rayne said. His words pierced into Losif like needles. They truly hurt him.
Judging by Rayne’s clothes, neat and not torn, one thing was clear: nothing had happened to him. Losif knew Rayne wasn’t the type of person someone could push around. Even when they were dating, and Losif made moves on him, Rayne resisted because he was scared of the pain.
Seeing him fine meant he didn’t let that woman do anything to him. A wave of relief washed over Losif. But Rayne was looking at him with anger and disgust. Disgust filled his eyes for Losif, like he despised him the most.
Suddenly, Losif grabbed Rayne’s hand, pulling him closer.
Lucian’s scent reached his nose as the distance between them closed.
He was even more frustrated that Lucian had marked Rayne.
Even though it was a temporary mark, it was more than he had expected.
And suddenly, he picked Rayne up in his arms.
“What are you doing, you bastard?! Let me go, you devil!” Rayne struggled and wiggled, but Losif didn’t care. He started to walk, but as he reached the door, he stopped and glanced to the side. “I will deal with you later, Sian.”
His calm tone made Sian shiver in fear. His face turned pale.
He knew what happened when someone made a mistake, they ended up in the Red Room, where hundreds of people would violate you without stopping.
Many omegas had died there. The Red Room punishment wasn’t only for omegas.
No matter who made the mistake, alpha, beta, everyone received the same punishment.
“Master, please forgive me… I will never do something like this again… please, Master, give me a second chance…” Sian pleaded while crying. Even with serious injuries, he dropped to his knees.
But Losif didn’t care. He left directly.
Meanwhile, he took Rayne to his house.
As Rayne was thrown onto the bed, he felt like puking just thinking he was breathing the same air as Losif.
“You fucking psycho! Why are you doing this to me? It was you who cheated on me first! And now that I am living my life peacefully, you are trying to ruin me!” Rayne shouted. Losif felt frustrated. He scratched his head and tightened his fists.
“You are mine. Only mine. I never wanted Ken. I never loved him, nor his body.”When the truth about Ken and Losif’s affair came to light, Rayne was shocked. Losif hadn’t cheated on him, but that truth wasn’t going to change anything. It couldn’t justify Losif’s actions now.
“Before that bastard Lucian showed up, you were only loving me. But he snatched you away from me. Did you forget? We were so happy together. I know you still love me, don’t you?” Hearing Losif, Rayne scoffed. What a joke. He slid off the bed and stood in front of Losif.
“I don’t love you anymore. And I am not yours. I am a living person, no one can own me. And if you don’t want me to hate you more, don’t show your face to me again.”
Rayne finished and walked to the door, opening it. He was about to leave, but suddenly Losif grabbed him from behind and slammed him against the wall.
As Rayne’s back slammed against the wall, a high shake of adrenaline ran through his body.
Towering over him stood Iosif. Rayne’s heart hammered as his eyes locked straight onto Iosif’s.
“What the fuck! Why are you stopping me now? What do you want from me in the first place?” Rayne growled in sheer frustration.
He pressed both hands against Iosif’s chest, using all his might to shove him away. Iosif did not even move. Rayne’s eyes widened; he was certain he had used his full strength, yet it hadn't worked. Iosif smirked, his gaze fixed on Rayne.
The knife. Rayne remembered the pocket knife.
This was the perfect opportunity to inflict a serious wound on Iosif.
He stood still, like a statue, ceasing his resistance.
Iosif was momentarily confused by the sudden compliance but quickly grinned, believing the situation was now under his control.
"See, if you would just listen to me, there wouldn't be any problem. And I also want to live with you because I love you so much.”
In that instant, Rayne had already pulled the pocket knife from his trousers and drove it toward Iosif’s stomach. Iosif dodged, but Rayne’s hand cut him instead.
“Did not see that coming! But I should have known you would do anything to save yourself,” Iosif tsked.
In the next moment, a stinging slap struck Rayne’s cheek. His head snapped to the side, his cheekbone burning. He was utterly shocked. This was unbelievable. He hadn't expected Iosif to hit him.
Rayne looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his cheeks now a vivid red.
Tears finally streamed down his face.
He looked heartbreakingly beautiful while crying, a sight that would appeal to any sadist. Iosif flinched.
His hand extended, reaching for Rayne’s neck, his finger gently rubbing the soft skin.
The touch was so uncomfortable that Rayne instinctively shoved Iosif away. That resistance only enraged Iosif further. Though his arm was already bleeding, his eyes were fixed on Rayne with intensified, almost wild, excitement.
"I have always wanted to fuck you," Iosif hissed.
"But I stopped myself, thinking we had our whole life ahead of us.
I thought I would take you to my heart's content after marriage.
But that didn't happen. You left.”
The gentle touch on Rayne's neck abruptly tightened, turning into a crushing grip around his throat.
“This body is mine, and only I am allowed to touch you.” The words left Iosif’s mouth in a swift, cold rush. In one fluid motion, he spun Rayne around, pinning his face against the wall. Now, Rayne’s back was flush against Iosif.
Rayne flinched and struggled, attempting to pull away from the wall, but Iosif's hand was pressing firmly on the back of his head, preventing any movement.
"Iosif!" Rayne yelled. He felt Iosif's hips pressing suggestively against his lower back.
But what Rayne didn't know was that Iosif's gaze had left his body and was focused intensely on Rayne's neck, specifically on the gland there where Lucian's mark was visible.
Rayne’s hands scrabbled uselessly against the wall.
He was unable to move, and this absolute helplessness was breaking him from the inside.
Even using the pocket knife had failed entirely to save him.
True fear began to set in, a chilling dread of what Iosif might do next.
There was such a colossal difference between his strength and Iosif's that he couldn't possibly stand against him, and that reality was the most terrifying thing of all.
“Iosif! Don’t do anything you will regret later,” Rayne tried to yell, but his entire body was trembling, making his voice weak. Iosif’s whole body was pressed tight against Rayne’s back. He couldn't even wiggle. He had no idea what fate awaited him next.
Suddenly, he felt something wet and cold on the back of his neck. The sensation jolted him, and he shuddered, instantly realizing that Iosif was licking his gland.
“Your scent is so sweet,” Iosif murmured against his neck, “but like always, my pheromones aren’t working on you, because you are an elite omega. I don’t give a bullshit about this anymore. I will mark you today, at any cost.” A violent chill ran down Rayne’s spine.
He was still in so much pain from when Lucian had marked him, and now, on top of that existing mark, Iosif was saying he would mark him again. Rayne’s heart began to hammer frantically. He immediately drove his elbow backward, hoping it would strike Iosif’s stomach.
But his elbow was immediately caught in Iosif's iron grip. Iosif used even more strength against Rayne, leaving him unable to think, his mind blank with panic. Just then, rayne felt something sharp nipping at his existing mark. The sensation intensified the pain in the old mark, making Rayne feel instantly nauseated. Since he was already marked, his body was violently rejecting Iosif’s pheromones.
Blood began to trickle from Rayne's nose.
His vision blurred, and he felt dizzy, yet he still fought desperately to stop Iosif.
But Iosif bit down hard on the mark on Rayne's neck.
It was horrifying; he was trying to place a new mark directly on top of the already existing one.
Even though the original mark was only temporary, it was still a mark.
It wasn't that Iosif felt nothing by coming into contact with a marked omega. He was feeling the rejection, too, but he was ruthlessly enduring it just to touch Rayne.
Blood literally began to pour from the bite mark, yet nothing changed. Iosif still couldn't mark Rayne. Since he was only an Alpha and Rayne was an Elite Omega, he was incapable of marking him, no matter how many times he tried.
“Fuck!” Iosif roared, throwing Rayne onto the ground.
“Why-why? Why can’t I mark you? I think I should try again.
” Iosif mumbled, his eyes glazed with obsession.
Just then, his mobile phone rang. As he checked the caller ID, he first pressed Rayne down against the ground, pinning him, and then positioned himself on top of him.
Iosif crushed his lips against Rayne's, forcing his tongue into Rayne's mouth and slurping loudly against his lips.