All Chapters of The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 83RAMON"Rhodes," Rafael said finally, breaking the silence. "This isn't your fault.""Isn't it?" Rhodes asked, his voice hollow. "I told him at dinner that we were done having kids. I made that decision without even consulting him. What kind of mate does that?""The kind who was making casual conversation and didn't realize the implications," Rafael said. "You didn't know Troy was pregnant. You didn't know he'd overheard that conversation with me. You were just talking, not making declarations.""But Troy thought I was," Rhodes said. "And now he's so desperate to not trap me into another pregnancy that he's willing to go to a place like this, to let some doctor—" His voice broke. "I can't think about what might be happening to him right now.""We'll get there in time," Romeo said with more confidence than any of us felt. "We'll find him, and we'll bring him home, and then you two are going to have a very long conversation about communication and trust.""If he'll talk to me,

Chapter 85RAMON"Inside," my mother commanded, her voice cutting through the panic with the authority of someone who'd raised four alpha sons. "Get them both inside now. Rosa, call Dr. Martinez. Tell him it's an emergency involving a child."I reached down and physically lifted Lake to his feet, keeping one arm around him because I wasn't sure he could stand on his own. Romeo was there immediately, helping to support Lake while Lake clutched his unconscious son."He's still breathing," Rhodes said, his doctor instincts kicking in even as he held his own traumatized mate. "Lake, he's breathing. He just passed out from stress. His body shut down to protect itself."We moved as a group toward the house, Lake stumbling between Romeo and me, his eyes never leaving Ollie's face. Behind us, Michelle was corralling the other children, trying to shield them from seeing Ollie unconscious and Lake falling apart."Is Ollie dead?" I heard Sophia ask, her voice small and scared."No, sweetie," Mic

Chapter 87RAMON"So what do we do?" I demanded. "Give up? Send everyone away to deal with their problems alone?""No," Rafael said. "We get help. Real help. Professional help. We stop trying to handle everything ourselves and we admit that some things are beyond our ability to fix."He was right. I knew he was right. But the thought of admitting that—of accepting that I couldn't protect and fix everyone I loved—felt like failure."I don't know how to help him," I admitted quietly. "Lake. I don't know how to make this better for him.""You can't make it better," Rafael said gently. "That's not your job. Your job is to be there, to be steady, to be safe. The making it better—that's going to take time and therapy and probably medication. But Ramon, you need to prepare yourself for the possibility that Lake might not be able to do this. The relationship, the bonding, becoming part of this family—it might be too much too fast given everything he's been through.""Don't say that," I said,

Chapter 89RAMONThe room went completely still. Every eye was on me, waiting for my answer.I wanted to lie. Wanted to protect Lake's privacy, to keep that dark moment between us. But my mother was looking at me with those knowing eyes, and I knew she'd already figured it out. They all had, probably. Ollie's words today had made it too obvious."No," I said finally. "I don't think it was."Sarah made a small, pained sound. Michelle's hand went to her mouth. Rafael cursed under his breath."He was trying to—" Romeo couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't say the words."I don't know for sure," I said quickly. "Lake and I have never talked about it directly. But based on what happened today, based on what Ollie said about Lake taking him... yeah. I think Lake was at the end of his rope. I think he saw the ocean as a way out.""And Ollie?" my mother asked. "He knows?""I think so," I said. "Not in a way he could articulate, maybe. But children are perceptive, especially children who've b

Chapter 91RHODES I stood outside our bedroom door for a full minute before I could make myself turn the handle. My hand was shaking—actually shaking—and I had to take several deep breaths to steady myself. On the other side of that door was my mate, the person I loved more than anything in this world, and I had no idea how to fix what was broken between us.The room was dark when I entered, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp Troy must have left on. He was curled up in the center of our bed, facing away from the door, his body drawn into a tight ball that made him look smaller than he was. For a moment I thought he was still asleep, but then I saw the way his shoulders tensed at the sound of the door closing.He was awake. And he was avoiding looking at me."Troy," I said softly, approaching the bed slowly like he was a wild animal that might bolt. "Can we talk?""There's nothing to talk about," he said, his voice muffled against the pillow. "I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry I