All Chapters of The Omega Hidden in the Alpha Twins Bed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

• JASON •The journey back to the palace was the quietest I could remember. Not because there was nothing to say. Because there was too much.The forest, which had always felt like home, suddenly felt unfamiliar. Every rustle of leaves made Weather lift his head. Every broken branch made my hand instinctively reach for the sword hanging at my side.Beside me, Caleb walked silently.Nelson stayed on his other side, never allowing more than a few inches of space between them.It wasn’t planned.Neither of us had discussed it.We simply did it.Our omega had just encountered the Vampire King alone.That alone was enough reason to become paranoid. For nearly twenty minutes, nobody spoke.The only sounds were our footsteps crushing dried leaves beneath our boots and the distant calls of birds settling for the evening.Eventually, I couldn’t take the silence anymore.“How are you feeling?”Caleb looked at me.“I’m okay.”“Liar,” Weather muttered inside my head.“I know.”Caleb rubbed the ba

• CALEB •“Your Grace.”I repeated the words quietly to myself after the maid left, almost expecting them to sound ridiculous the second time around.They didn’t. They somehow sounded even stranger. I leaned back against the sofa and rubbed both hands over my face.“Your Grace… really?”Neither Jason nor Nelson interrupted me. They knew I was thinking. Or more accurately… Overthinking.“I’m the omega everyone wanted dead,” I muttered. “The same omega your entire kingdom would’ve happily buried without asking a single question.”Neither of them argued. Because it was true.“The moment they find out I’m mated to both of you…” I continued, “…they will even more reasons to want me dead.”The room fell silent. Stormy shifted lazily inside my head but didn’t interrupt. For once. I stared at the floor.“This doesn’t make sense.”“No,” Jason admitted.“It doesn’t,” Nelson agreed.I let out a long breath.“Not only can they suddenly see me again…”I looked between both Kings.“They’re calling

•NELSON•When the elders first called Caleb Your Grace, I honestly thought they were joking or I misheard.I really did. It sounded ridiculous.Our mate had spent weeks hiding inside this palace because everyone wanted him dead. Then he became invisible. Then everyone forgot he existed. Now the same people who couldn’t even remember his name were standing in front of him, bowing like he had been royalty his entire life.At first, I assumed they were trying to be respectful because he was our mate.Now…After everything they had just said…I wasn’t laughing anymore.They weren’t joking.Not even a little.Rain shifted uneasily inside me.Wrong.“I know.”Because none of this made sense. Not a single part of it. The elders genuinely believed omegas were protected.Protected.I almost laughed just thinking about it.For centuries…For as long as I could remember…For as long as every history book in this kingdom recorded…We hunted omegas. We executed them. We considered them dangerous.

•CALEB• I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until the doors to our private chambers closed behind us. The moment they did, the weight I’d been carrying since stepping into that forest settled over me all at once. My legs suddenly felt heavier. My head throbbed. Every thought seemed to collide with another before I could make sense of it. The Vampire King. The missing memories. The visions. The elders calling me Your Grace. The messenger from the Vampire Kingdom waiting beyond the palace gates. It was all too much. I stood there in the middle of the room without moving, staring at nothing in particular. I felt tired of being confused. Emotionally. I was tired of waking up every day only to discover my life was somehow even stranger than it had been the day before. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Jason walking toward me until warm fingers gently brushed against mine. I looked down. His hand had found mine naturally, as though it belonged there. His thumb sl

• CALEB • “Your smile is contagious.” Jason said it quietly against my neck, his lips brushing over the mark he’d left there, warm and deliberate. Like he wasn’t just kissing skin but something he’d claimed and intended to keep. On the other side, Nelson did the same, his mouth finding his own mark with the same unhurried certainty, and for a moment I just lay there between them with both of them pressed close and the whole world reduced to that specific warmth and the sound of our breathing evening out together. I stared at the ceiling. The marks on my neck still pulsed softly. Not painfully they’d moved past pain into something else entirely, something that felt closer to a second heartbeat, steady and low, like a sound you don’t notice until the room gets quiet enough to hear it. I could feel both of them through it. Not words or thoughts, just presence the quiet, unmistakable awareness of exactly where they were, like two points of light in a dark room that I would always b