All Chapters of The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 152RAMON"I won't let that happen," I promised, even though I had no idea if I could keep that promise.We stood there in the alcove for a while, just holding each other, neither of us speaking. I breathed in Lake's scent—vanilla and omega and something uniquely him—and tried to memorize this moment. Before everything changed. Before the truth came out and potentially destroyed everything we'd built."I love you," I said against his hair. "Lake, I love you so much. Please don't ever doubt that.""I love you too," Lake whispered back. "And I trust you, Ramon. Whatever you're dealing with—I trust that you'll handle it. That we'll handle it together."That trust felt like a knife in my chest. Because I didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve his faith or his love or his willingness to wait for answers I didn't know how to give.We eventually made our way back to Ollie's room. Lake settled onto his cot while I returned to my chair, both of us watching Ollie sleep, both of us lost in ou

Chapter 154RAMONI stood in the hospital parking lot, watching Lake help Ollie into the car, and felt nothing but dread.This should have been a happy moment. Ollie was being discharged. My son—my biological son—was healthy enough to come home. Lake was healing well, the bruises fading, the physical wounds closing. We were going home as a family.But all I could think about was the research I'd been doing late at night when everyone else was asleep. The articles I'd found. The patterns they described. The profiles of men who did terrible things to children and justified it with excuses that sounded disturbingly familiar.*I was drugged. I didn't know what I was doing. It wasn't really my fault.*That's what I'd been telling myself. What my brothers had been telling me. But the more I read, the more I realized that's what they all said. Every pedophile, every child molester, every monster who preyed on vulnerable minors—they all had excuses. They all claimed circumstances beyond their

Chapter 156 RAMON"Then what?" Lake was openly crying now. "Ramon, what are you waiting for? What do you need time to do?"I couldn't answer. Couldn't find the words that would explain without explaining everything."Ollie misses you," Lake finally said when I didn't respond. "He doesn't understand why Papa won't play with him anymore. Why you won't read him bedtime stories or help with his bath or—or do any of the things you used to do. He thinks he did something wrong. That maybe he's not good enough anymore."The words hit me like a physical blow. "Ollie didn't do anything wrong," I said immediately."Then why are you avoiding him?" Lake challenged. "Why won't you be his father?""Because I'm afraid I'll hurt him," I said before I could stop myself.Another long silence. "What?" Lake's voice was barely audible.Shit. I'd said too much. Revealed too much."Nothing," I said quickly. "Forget I said that.""Ramon, open this door right now.""Lake—""Open it." His voice had that alpha-

Chapter 158LAKEThe door closed, shutting me out completely.I stood there for a moment, feeling hollow. Then I returned to the kitchen where Ollie was pushing his cereal around his bowl without eating."Is that Papa's work friend?" he asked."Yes," I said. "They have important business to discuss.""More important than us?"I didn't have an answer for that.The morning dragged by. I could hear voices from Ramon's office—conference calls, video meetings, Jennifer's professional tones mixing with Ramon's responses. At one point, I heard him laugh at something someone said, and the sound was so jarring, so unlike the tense silence he maintained around me, that I had to grip the kitchen counter to steady myself.He could laugh with his colleagues. Could be personable and engaged and present for his business. But with me and Ollie, he was distant and cold and barely there at all.Around eleven, Rafael showed up at the door."Hey, Lake," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach his ey

Chapter 160RAMONI stared at the computer screen, the words blurring together into meaningless shapes. It was nearly nine at night, and I'd been locked in this office for almost twelve hours straight. My back ached, my eyes burned, and my head pounded with exhaustion.But exhaustion was better than facing Lake and Ollie. Safer than being around them when I couldn't trust myself.Jennifer had finally left an hour ago, her arms full of signed contracts and reviewed documents. Before she'd gone, she'd made a comment that had cut deeper than she'd probably intended."Mr. Navarro," she'd said, her tone carefully professional but with an edge of concern, "I know family is important. But completely cutting yourself off from them—hiding in your office for days on end—that's not healthy. And frankly, it's not sustainable. Whatever you're dealing with, isolating yourself isn't the answer."I'd dismissed her concerns with some vague reassurance about just needing to catch up on work. But her wo