The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

Chapter 212LAKE "Thank you," I said. "And if there are any problems—""We'll call immediately," Mrs. Chen assured us. "But I think Ollie's going to be just fine."Ramon and I walked back to the car in silence. The driver was waiting—Ramon had started using a driver more often, saying it freed him up to focus on work during the commute. But I suspected it was also because it gave us an excuse not to be alone together in an enclosed space."I need to stop by the office," Ramon said as we got in. "There's a situation with the Barcelona project that needs my attention. But Lake—you should go shopping. Get whatever you and Ollie need. Get yourself something nice."He pulled out his wallet and handed me a black credit card. The company card. Unlimited spending."Ramon, I don't need—""Please," he said, and there was something in his voice that made me stop. "Let me do this. Let me take care of you both. It's—it's one of the few things I can still do."The words stung, though I wasn't sure

Chapter 214RAMONI stared at the quarterly report in front of me, my eyes scanning the same paragraph for the third time without actually absorbing any of it. The numbers blurred together—profit margins, projected growth, operational costs—all meaningless data that I should have been processing but couldn't quite focus on.My mind kept drifting back to this morning. To the careful distance I'd maintained between Lake and me in the car. To the way I'd handed him my credit card like a transaction rather than an act of care. To the relief I'd felt when I could finally escape into my office where the rules were clear and the expectations manageable.I was doing the right thing. I had to believe that. Lake needed space to process everything—the lies, the truth about that night five years ago, the trauma of almost losing Ollie. And I was giving him that space. Being present without being overwhelming. Supportive without being demanding.It was killing me.Every night, lying in bed with sev

Chapter 216RAMONAfter dinner, we had cake. Ollie was thrilled with it, declaring it the "best cake ever" and getting frosting all over his face. Lake ate his slice quietly, making polite appreciative noises but not really engaging.I helped clean up while Lake gave Ollie his bath. Then we both read to him—taking turns with chapters of his current favorite book about a boy who discovers a dragon egg. Ollie fell asleep halfway through, exhausted from his first day back at school.Lake and I retreated to our bedroom in careful silence. We moved around each other like dancers who'd learned the choreography too well—giving each other space, never quite touching, maintaining that safe distance that had become our default.I changed into sleep pants and a t-shirt in the bathroom, giving Lake privacy to change in the bedroom. When I emerged, he was already under the covers on his side of the bed, facing away from me.I got into bed on my side, leaving the usual gap between us. The mattress

Chapter 218LAKE"Then maybe that's what you need to work on," Rhodes suggested. "Communication. Lake, you and Ramon have been through something impossibly difficult. But you can't heal if you're not being honest with each other about what you need.""What about what Ramon needs?" I asked. "He needs to forgive himself. To stop seeing himself as a monster. How do I help with that?""You can't," Rhodes said bluntly. "Lake, Ramon's healing has to come from within. From therapy, from time, from doing the work to process his trauma and guilt. You can support him, but you can't fix him.""But I want to fix him," I admitted. "Rhodes, I want to take away his pain. I want him to stop hating himself. I want—" I stopped, realizing I was revealing too much."You want things to go back to how they were," Rhodes finished. "Before you knew the truth. When your relationship felt simple and good.""Yes," I whispered."That's not possible," Rhodes said, not unkindly. "Lake, you can't unknow what you kn

Chapter 220 LAKEThe thought came unbidden, sharp and clear and impossible to ignore. I wanted Ramon to stop treating me like I was fragile. Wanted him to take me hard and desperate and claiming. Wanted to feel owned and wanted and desired.Wanted proof that I wasn't too broken for him to want.But I couldn't say that. Couldn't admit it. Because what kind of victim wanted their rapist to fuck them?What kind of person was I?I sank down on the bedroom floor, my back against the bed, and let myself cry. Really cry, the way I hadn't let myself in weeks. Great, gasping sobs that tore from my chest and left me shaking.I was so tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of hiding what I really wanted. Tired of hating myself for wanting the wrong things.Tired of being alone even when I was sleeping next to my mate every night.The dreams had been getting worse. More vivid. More explicit. Last night, I'd dreamed about that night five years ago, but in the dream, I wasn't scared. I was eager. I was