All Chapters of The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 123LAKE"Ollie," I said again, squeezing his hand gently. "Baby, if you can hear me, I need you to fight. I need you to be strong. I know you're tired and hurt and scared, but you have to fight. For Mama. For Papa Ramon. For everyone who loves you. Please, baby. Please fight."My voice broke on the last word, and I felt tears streaming down my face again. I'd been crying on and off since we'd gotten in the helicopter, but I didn't care anymore about holding it together. Didn't care about being strong or brave or any of the things I usually tried to be. I just needed Ollie to survive.I tried not to think about what had happened in the cabin. Tried not to let my mind replay Samuel's hands on me, his voice in my ear, the things he'd said and done while Ollie was locked in the van alone and terrified. That could wait. The trauma and shame and violation could all wait until after I knew Ollie was okay.But it was hard to push it away completely. My body hurt—bruises forming where

Chapter 125LAKEI wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that Rhodes could fix this like he'd fixed Troy, like he fixed everything. But Ollie had looked so still, so cold, so much like he was already gone."I need to go check on him," Rhodes said, his eyes scanning my face with professional concern. "But first—have you been checked out? Lake, your face—""I'm fine," I said automatically."You're not fine. You have what looks like a broken nose, significant facial swelling, and God knows what else. I'm calling someone to examine you properly.""No," I said, more forcefully this time. "No, I don't need—I can't focus on that right now. Ollie needs you. Please, Rhodes. Please just go take care of Ollie."Rhodes hesitated, clearly torn between his concern for me and his duty to his patient. Finally, he nodded. "Okay. But you're getting checked out after, no arguments. Now, tell me—what can you tell me about Ollie's medical history? Any conditions I should know about?"I grabbed the clipbo

Chapter 127Oh. Oh, this poor child. He'd watched his papa get stabbed, watched his new friend get kidnapped, and now he was terrified that he'd lose everyone he loved.I knelt down again, ignoring Dr. Chen's look of concern, and took Julian's face in my hands. "Listen to me, Julian. Your daddy is safe. He's right here in this hospital, helping Ollie. And Ollie is going to be okay. The bad men can't hurt any of us anymore. Ramon made sure of that. Your uncle Ramon is the strongest, bravest person I know, and he won't let anything bad happen to this family ever again. Do you understand?"Julian nodded slowly, tears still streaming down his face. "Promise?""I promise," I said, even though I wasn't sure I had the right to make that promise. Even though I knew that bad things could still happen, that danger could still find us.But Julian needed to hear it. Needed to believe that the adults in his life could keep him safe."Okay," he finally whispered. "Okay, I'll go with Aunt Michelle.

Chapter 129RHODESThe liver laceration was worse than the CT had shown—deeper, with more active bleeding. But it was repairable. I could fix this. Just needed time and steady hands and the kind of focus that came from refusing to think about anything except the task in front of me."Blood pressure's stabilizing. Ninety over sixty.""Good. Keep monitoring. I'm going to repair this laceration and then we'll reassess for any other injuries."Time became fluid in the OR, the way it always did during surgery. Could have been minutes or hours—I lost track, focusing only on the delicate work of suturing torn liver tissue, checking for additional damage, making sure every bleeder was controlled."Doctor, we're going to need more blood soon. He's gotten through the first two units already.""Start the third unit. And have the fourth ready."I continued working, my hands steady even as my mind raced. Ollie was fighting, his young body trying desperately to survive despite everything it had bee

Chapter 131RHODESRamon was quiet for a long moment, staring at nothing, processing everything. "Ollie's going to be okay?" he finally asked."Yes," I said firmly. "He's going to be okay. He's got a long recovery ahead of him—the head injury, the broken ribs, the liver laceration, the psychological trauma. But physically, he's going to survive this.""And Lake?""Lake's going to need a lot of support," I said honestly. "What Samuel did to him—Rhodes, it was bad. Not just the physical injuries, but the psychological damage. Lake's going to need therapy, probably medication, definitely time to heal. And now with this blood type revelation—""One crisis at a time," Ramon said, his voice steadying as he found his footing again. "First, we make sure Ollie and Lake are physically okay. Then we deal with the rest. Can I see Ollie now?""Come on," I said, guiding him toward the ICU. "But Ramon—he's unconscious. He's on a ventilator, he's got a lot of tubes and wires, and he looks—he looks ba