All Chapters of The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51OLLIEI sat at the kitchen table with Grandma Elena, staring at the toast she'd put in front of me. It had my favorite jam on it—the strawberry kind with the seeds that Mama always said were good fiber—but I couldn't make myself eat it. My tummy felt like it was full of rocks, heavy and hard and making everything hurt.Grandma was talking to me in her soft voice, the one she used when she thought I was upset about something. But I wasn't listening to the words. I was too busy remembering.I remembered our old apartment, the one with the broken heater and the door that didn't lock right. I remembered waking up in the middle of the night and hearing voices—deep alpha voices that made my tummy feel bad even when I was too little to understand why. I remembered Mama coming into our room after those voices left, his eyes red like they were now, moving careful like everything hurt.I'd asked him once why the alphas came to visit. Mama had smiled, but it was his fake smile, the on

Chapter 53OLLIEMama made a sound like something hurt him really bad. He pulled me close again, so tight I could barely breathe, and I felt his whole body shaking. "Oh baby," he whispered into my hair. "Oh my sweet baby. You should never have had to learn those rules. Never, never, never.""But they kept us safe," I said, confused about why Mama sounded so sad. "When I followed the rules, Dad didn't get as mad. And the alphas didn't know I was there, so they couldn't hurt me. The rules are important, Mama.""No," Mama said firmly, even though his voice was still shaking. "No, Ollie. You don't have to follow those rules anymore. You don't have to keep secrets or stay quiet or hide in your room. You especially don't have to promise to be good so I won't leave you.""But you were doing the work again," I said, the fear creeping back. "I smelled it, Mama. I smelled the alphas on you, just like before. And you smell like Dad, which means he found us. And if Dad found us, that means every

Chapter 56RAMONMy mother's eyes searched my face, looking for reassurance that I had the capability to make good on that promise. Whatever she saw there seemed to satisfy her, because she nodded slowly."What do you need from me?" she asked."Keep Ollie calm," I said. "Help Lake when he wakes up. Make sure they both eat something—neither of them has had proper meals in days. And Mamá? Don't let them know you're aware of all the details. Lake is... he's ashamed of what he had to do. He doesn't need people looking at him with pity.""Not pity," my mother corrected firmly. "Respect. What Lake did—raising that baby alone, keeping him safe despite impossible circumstances, sacrificing everything for his child—that's not something to pity. That's something to honor."If she only knew that Lake had been doing all of that since he was fourteen years old, for a brother rather than a son, the respect would be even greater. But that revelation wasn't mine to make."Just... be there for them,"

Chapter 58LAKEI woke slowly, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came from emotional devastation rather than physical exertion. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was or why everything hurt. Then it all came crashing back—the morning's breakdown, Ollie's fear, the desperate scrubbing that had left my throat raw and bleeding.My hand reached out automatically, searching for the familiar warmth of my brother beside me. When my fingers found only empty sheets, cold and smooth, my eyes snapped open with a jolt of panic."Ollie?" The word came out rough, my throat protesting the sudden use. I pushed myself up too quickly, the room spinning as I scanned frantically for any sign of him. "Ollie!""He's right here," Ramon's voice came from across the room, calm and reassuring. "Lake, breathe. He's safe."I turned toward the sound and felt my entire body sag with relief. Ramon was standing near the window, and there—sleeping peacefully against his chest—was Ollie. My brother

Chapter 60RAMONThe compound looked exactly as I'd left it last month—sprawling and beautiful, with the main house rising like something from a European postcard and the smaller family homes scattered around the property like satellites orbiting a sun. The gardens were immaculate, the fountains running, and I could already hear the distant sound of children's laughter from somewhere deeper on the grounds.Marcus pulled the limousine through the main gates, and I felt Lake tense against me. He'd been quiet during most of the drive, letting my mother keep Ollie entertained with stories about his cousins while he pressed himself into my side like he was trying to disappear. I'd kept one arm around him the whole time, offering what comfort I could through simple physical presence."It's going to be fine," I murmured into his ear, pitching my voice low enough that only he could hear. "I promise."He didn't respond, but his hand found mine and squeezed hard enough that I knew he was holdi