All Chapters of The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31LAKEThe desperate intensity in his voice made my chest ache. I reached for a towel, wrapping it around his small body as I lifted him from the water."Okay, baby," I said soothingly. "No one's making you miss school. We were just checking to make sure you felt ready."Ramon stepped forward to help, taking the towel and gently drying Ollie's hair while I wrapped another towel around my own wet clothes. "You really like school that much?" he asked Ollie."It's the best place ever," Ollie said with complete sincerity. "Mrs. Patterson lets me use the big crayons, and Marcus—my friend Marcus, not driver Marcus—he's teaching me how to play chess. And the books in the library have pictures that move when you turn the pages!"The wonder in his voice, the way his entire face lit up when he talked about school, reinforced everything I already knew about this decision. Education had always been a luxury in our old life—something that happened when we could afford it, when it was saf

Chapter 33RAMON"The museum district is particularly beautiful this time of year," I offered casually. "The gardens are in full bloom.""That sounds lovely," Lake replied, but his gaze was fixed on his phone screen, clearly waiting for another message that would dictate his actual plans.When we reached my building, Marcus smoothly pulled up to the executive entrance. The timing felt significant—Lake would have privacy to make calls or receive instructions while I was inside, and Marcus would be able to begin his surveillance without obvious transition."This shouldn't take more than an hour," I said, gathering my briefcase and preparing to exit the car."Take your time," Lake said, his relief at having space to maneuver barely concealed. "I might do some scouting while you're busy."Before I could change my mind about leaving him alone, I reached for Lake and pulled him close. What started as a simple goodbye kiss quickly intensified as my emotions overwhelmed my restraint. The f

Chapter 35LAKE"I'm not stealing from Ramon," I said, trying to inject some firmness into my voice despite the fear making my hands shake. "He's been nothing but good to us. He's given Ollie a real home, a real chance at a normal life—""How touching," Samuel sneered. "The whore with a heart of gold, loyal to his rich john. But let me remind you of something important, Lake. Ramon Navarro might have bought himself a pretty little omega and a convenient cover story, but that doesn't mean you're safe from me. It doesn't mean I can't reach you whenever I want."The threat was clear, and Samuel's hand moved from my wrist to my throat before I could react. His fingers wrapped around my neck—not quite choking, but applying enough pressure to make breathing difficult, to remind me of exactly how vulnerable I was in this moment."I gave you life," Samuel hissed, his face so close I could see the broken capillaries in his eyes, smell the decay on his breath."I kept you alive when your mother

Chapter 37RAMONThe meeting droned on, my CFO presenting quarterly projections that should have commanded my full attention. Instead, I found myself checking my phone for the third time in as many minutes, Marcus's earlier texts burning in my mind like a brand.*Lake dismissed me at Central Park. Said he needed space to think.**Spotted him near Conservatory Garden entrance. Lost visual for approximately 8 minutes.**Found him again. Visible distress. Marks on throat consistent with manual strangulation. Claims he met an "old friend."**He's asking to see you. Driving him to your office now.*The final message had arrived just moments ago, and I'd barely had time to process it before my assistant's voice came through the intercom: "Mr. Navarro, your fiance is here to see you. He says it's urgent."I'd stood so abruptly that my chair rolled backward, hitting the credenza with a muted thud. "Gentlemen, I apologize, but we'll need to continue this later. A family emergency requires my

Chapter 39RAMON The bell rang at precisely three-fifteen, and I watched through the car window as children poured out of Westbrook Academy's front doors in a chaotic stream of backpacks and excited chatter. I'd positioned the vehicle in our usual spot under the oak tree, close enough for easy visibility but far enough to maintain some privacy.Ollie emerged in the first wave, his small form immediately scanning the parking area with practiced efficiency. The moment his eyes landed on the car, his entire face lit up with joy that made my chest tight. He broke into a run, his backpack bouncing against his shoulders as he raced toward us."Mama, you did not come out to greet me!" he called out before he'd even reached the door, his voice carrying that mixture of excitement and reproach that only a five-year-old could master. "And there are so many things I have to tell you about today! Mrs. Patterson let us use the science lab and Marcus—friend Marcus, not driver Marcus—he showed me h