All Chapters of HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

He drove back alone. Replaying the entire conversation in his head, but he knew he did the right thing. There's no way he has to make this move towards Beatrice when his entire life have been imprinted by Elara. The car moved through the quieted city streets in near silence just the low pull of the engine and the occasional drag of wind against the windows and he sat in the back with his elbow against the door and his eyes on nothing in particular. The gates of the white house came into view and the driver pulled through, and Silas knew something was different before the car had fully stopped. He could hear it. A low, deep pulse of music bleeding through the walls and into the night air, the kind of bass that settles in the chest before the ears have properly registered it. The upper windows glowed warm and gold. There were cars lined along the inner drive that had not been there when he left in the morning. It was the kind of cars that belonged to people who received personal invi

But she won't. She have been burned once by that rash decision, for twelve years, she had reaped what she sowed for herself. She can't run away from her problems anymore. She is going to face it all and conquer it all. Then Calvin suddenly lifted his glass again. “To the future,” he announced smoothly.The crowd echoed loudly, “To the future!”Glasses clinked across the room. Silas finally pulled his arm gently away from Beatrice. His gaze drifted back toward Elara again.And this time, she was already looking at him and then she was leaving. He followed her until he finally caught her arm before she made it to the restroom.“Elara...” He started saying while she pushed his arm away without looking to see his face or how much of how all this is starting to get to him.“Please don't treat me coldly, Elara...” He begged desperately almost at the verge of breaking, “None of this is right Elara, I love you. You're the one I love.” He admitted while she didn't even turn for more than a m

Her chest tightened, “And how exactly does he look at me?” She asked carefully.“Like you're his.” Calvin replied without hesitation. “Like he forgets who he is whenever you're around.”Elara crossed her arms tightly. “You're imagining things.”“No.” Calvin shook his head slowly. “What I'm imagining is you looking at him the same way.”Silence stretched between them.The music from the party echoed faintly from down the hallway but here, away from the crowd, everything suddenly felt too close. Too tense.Calvin exhaled slowly before speaking again.“Elara...I've been patient with you.”She looked away immediately.“Twelve years.” He continued. “Twelve years waiting for you to come back. Twelve years listening to your father promise me that one day you would return and things would finally move forward.”“That wasn't my decision.” She replied coldly.“I know.” He nodded. “But you're here now.”He reached for her hand but she pulled it away instantly. That hurt him more than he wanted t

Because he was barely surviving as it was? Because pretending to love Beatrice while loving someone else was slowly destroying him?He clenched his jaw hard, “This place isn't comfortable.”Beatrice folded her arms immediately.“You live here perfectly fine.”Silas didn't say another word, he didn't want to argue with her in the open where the servants were listening in on them.The hallway felt too exposed, there were too many eyes and ears. Beatrice stood there watching him, waiting for a reaction that wasn’t coming fast enough. Silas exhaled slowly, forcing his tone to stay controlled.“Beatrice, what? You didn't have to move in.”“Why?” she asked immediately. “Aren't we couples? You're too distant to me and I want us to be closer.”His jaw tightened, “I already told you that I don't like you neither do I want us to get married to each other.”That should have ended it, but Beatrice didn't flinch. She have always been haunted by those words that she now dreamt about them, waking u

Calvin’s voice was right at the keyhole now. The panic in his tone was unmistakable, sharp enough to cut through the heavy air."Sir, I don't think there's anyone in her room except Elara," the guard argued, though he sounded less certain now. "She might be... resting.""Then why is her door locked?" Calvin demanded, his hand rattling the handle. Clack. Clack. Clack. "Elara! Open this door! Elara!"Underneath Elara, Silas was still trembling, his forehead pressed against her collarbone. He was anchored deep inside her, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against her own. They were chest to chest, skin to skin, while the man who was supposed to be her fiancé stood on the other side of a thin piece of wood, demanding entry."Why was your door locked?" Calvin started over breakfast the next day, his eyes didn't appear to look like someone who had a wink throughout last night. As he said that, the president, prime minster, Silas and Beatrice suddenly turned their attention towards him. Si