Whispers In His Head

Whispers In His Head

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Mikhail Kholodov has always been a little too self-aware, a little too enamored with the quiet intensity of Dimitri Valerianovich Morozov-the kind of man who walks through a room and leaves a storm in his wake. But when a voice, relentless and omnipresent, begins whispering in his mind, narrating his every breath, step, and stolen glance, Mikhail's world tilts sideways. At first, he brushes it off as stress, an overactive imagination. Until one day, he does something unexpected-something that wasn't part of the script-and the voice falters. Hesitates. As if... shocked. Mikhail isn't just hearing things. He's being watched. And if the narrator is real, then who-or what-has been pulling the strings of his life all along?
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In a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas and Betas were meant to serve, Mikhail lived in the quiet safety of his mother's love. He was a rare kind of Omega-mute, delicate, and unseen by the brutal world beyond their small cottage. His mother shielded him from the harsh reality of their hierarchy, whispering soft words into his ear as he traced the shapes of her lips with his fingers. But peace was fragile. One cold evening, his father returned-a man Mikhail barely knew, reeking of alcohol and desperation. With a cruel glint in his eye, he grabbed Mikhail's wrist, pulling him away from his mother's trembling arms. "You're worth more than you know," his father muttered, shoving him into the arms of a hooded stranger. Mikhail didn't need words to understand. He had been sold. Colton was a name whispered in fear, a beast draped in human skin. An Alpha whose touch left scars on both body and soul. He ruled with cruelty, his presence alone enough to make even the strongest Omegas tremble. Mikhail had heard of him. Everyone had. When he was thrown at Colton's feet, he didn't fight. He didn't beg. He simply met the Alpha's piercing golden eyes with silent defiance. The room was silent. Colton tilted his head, intrigued. "A mute Omega," he mused, his voice like gravel. "How will you scream for me?" Mikhail swallowed hard, but he refused to break. The Alpha's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only hunger. Only the promise of ruin. "Let's see how long that silence lasts."

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