Subjugation (джен)

He knew better than to break so quickly. They'd only redouble the cruelty to eke a reaction from him. But the thought of being given to an Ittir made him feel like a little child again: taken captive, torn away sobbing from the remnants of his pack. It was not only the shock and fear and vulnerability that he remembered, but his captors' hatred for him, too, for all his people, the accusations they had made against them. Bandits, oathbreakers, murderers.
Maybe they had been bandits, murderers. He had been too young then to know. The world had certainly punished him well for it, if they were.
He was not sweet and virginal and perfect, like a gift should be. He was to be given to this alpha already ruined, everything a desirable omega was not, and an enemy of his tribe. The man would know the insult that Mihal represented. He wouldn't stand for it: no alpha would.
Mihal would be dead by sunrise.
Mihal, an enslaved omega captive, knows he won't survive the night. But this alpha is strange, his behaviour far from the cruelty that Mihal expects.
Mihal's perspective on Conquest .