All Chapters of The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22RAMONThe moment Lake and Ollie disappeared down the driveway, my mother's entire demeanor shifted. The doting grandmother facade evaporated, replaced by the sharp-eyed matriarch who had built her own business empire before marrying into the Ramon family."Sit," she commanded, pointing to the chair across from her with the kind of authority that had made grown men quake during board meetings.I remained standing, crossing my arms over my chest. "Mother—""Ramon Gabriel Ramon," she said, using my full name in the tone that had preceded every serious conversation of my childhood, "you will sit down and explain to me why I had to learn about my grandson and daughter-in-law through viral internet photographs."The use of 'daughter-in-law' made my chest tighten with an emotion I wasn't ready to examine, but I took the seat she'd indicated."It's complicated," I began, but she cut me off with a sharp gesture."Complicated?" Her voice rose with indignation. "Ramon, you have a mate

Chapter 24LAKEThe hot water scalded my skin, but I couldn't bring myself to adjust the temperature. I needed to feel something other than the phantom touch of Frank's hands, the memory of his mouth forcing itself on mine. I scrubbed at my arms until they were raw, trying to wash away not just his scent but the humiliation that clung to me like a second skin.I hated myself for breaking down in front of Elena and Ramon. I'd survived worse than Frank Morrison's groping and crude propositions. Hell, I'd done worse things than what he'd tried to force on me today. The only difference was that I'd never done them with Frank—but that didn't mean I hadn't done them at all.When my boss at the restaurant had threatened to fire me after I'd missed shifts to take care of a sick Ollie, I'd let him back me into the storage room and put his hands wherever he wanted. When the grocery store manager had caught me trying to slip an extra can of formula into my bag without paying, I'd gotten on my kn

Chapter 26RAMONI forced my expression to remain neutral, but inside I was cataloging every detail, every casual mention of trauma that this child had been conditioned to accept as normal. Frank Morrison was just the tip of an iceberg of abuse that had shaped their entire existence.When we arrived home, Ollie immediately requested to be carried from the car—a small luxury he was clearly still adjusting to—but the moment he spotted my mother waiting on the front steps, he asked to be put down so he could run to her."Grandma Elena!" he called, waving enthusiastically.But as Lake lowered him to his feet, Ollie suddenly went very still. His bright expression faded as his sharp eyes took in details that most children would miss—the purple bruising on Lake's wrists where Frank had grabbed him, the faint marks on his throat from our earlier intimacy."Mama," Ollie said quietly, his voice carrying a flatness that spoke of learned survival responses. "Please put me down."Lake complied, co

Chapter 28LAKEThe ringing seemed to echo through the room, each tone hammering against my eardrums like physical blows. I knew I should answer it. Samuel's rules had been clear about ignored calls—the punishment was always worse if you made him wait, if you showed defiance by refusing to pick up.. But this was not supposed to happen anymore.But I also knew that answering would shatter the fragile sense of safety I'd begun to build. Once Samuel was back in our lives, once he knew where we were and what we'd found, everything would change. He'd find a way to destroy it, to use it against us, to turn our sanctuary into another trap.The ringing stopped.For a moment, blessed silence filled the room. Maybe it had been a mistake, a wrong number, a glitch in the phone system. Maybe—It started ringing again.This time, I forced myself to pick it up, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped it again. I knew better than to ignore a second call. Samuel's patience had limits, and I'd learn

Chapter 30LAKEThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quality of silence in the house. No shouting from neighboring apartments, no sirens wailing in the distance, no sound of breaking glass or raised voices that had served as my alarm clock for so many years. Just the soft whisper of expensive air conditioning and the gentle tick of an actual clock—luxuries I was still adjusting to.The second thing I noticed was Ollie, curled up against my side like a small, warm kitten, his breathing deep and even in sleep. His dark hair was tousled across the silk pillowcase, and his small face was peaceful in a way that still made my chest tight with gratitude. Here, in this safe space, he could sleep without the hypervigilance that had characterized his early years.I lay there for several minutes, just watching him breathe, marveling at how different he looked when he wasn't constantly scanning for threats. The dark circles under his eyes were finally fading, and he'd gained weight si