average human’s Reviews > Petals And Strings > Status Update

Decent concept. Terrible execution. Nothing made sense. So many plot holes and inconsistencies. Lots of tell and showing something completely different.

DNF 106/259
3/29/26

My alpha shoved me to my knees with force, hitting the floor and shuffling forward to scoop it up with our large hands, before depositing it in her lap again.
This close to her that scent was stronger. Sweet and wild, a slight earthy spice that lingered on the back of my tongue. My cock throbbed angrily, knot aching to bury itself in this sweet little omega.

The omega’s eyes were scanning slowly over the page, her focus fully on the book in her hands. My first thought was that it wasn’t safe to get lost like that.
She didn’t even notice me standing here.
“Omega.”
The word was a harsh, growled rasp. I flinched as she startled, the book dropping to the floor in front of her.

When it failed, years of bearing no children they could sell, then the bonding started.
“Bite the omega, then she’ll finally fucking learn to be a real omega.”
As if the years and money they received for random alphas using my broken body wasn’t enough for me to give.
They wanted my babies, too.

Thrown into my dark cell and dragging myself to my corner for some attempt at safety.
The sting of a syringe. So hot, skin stinging and feverish, slick sliding down my thighs.
Rut. Claimed. Used. Shame.
Then it was over and when my body didn’t swell with their babies, it started again. The time in between was my only reprieve. They wouldn’t let them hurt me quite as bad.
Nothing to harm the baby.

That was the last time I’d talked to my mother for over ten years. Ten fucking years of brutality and assault.
Ten damn years of loneliness, pain, and grime.
Alpha barks forcing me to do whatever they pleased, even if that was to scream against the pain they inflicted.
Sharp knives, fists, teeth, tore at my skin until my brain was fuzzy and my body no more than a heap.
Broken bones.