All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Silas POV “Silas, you need to listen to me,” Dr. Stephen said slowly, looking into my eyes like he was hoping I'd listen to everything that was about to come out of his mouth. I already knew where this was going. “Your system is under incredible strain. These suppressants….they aren't meant for long-term use at this dosage. Especially for an unmated omega, they’re lethal.” I immediately looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. I clenched my hands tightly to hold myself together. “I need them, Doctor. You know I don't have a choice.” I said weakly. “I know.” he sighed, leaning back. “But the medication is starting to get less effective because your body is fighting it. If you don't pause the dosage, your heart might just stop. You’re a male Omega who can conceive, Silas. It won't just disappear because you swallow a pill.” He paused, probably hoping that I would cave in. “If you don't pause the cycle soon, the internal damage might become irreversible. You’re playing a dangerous

Zenith's Pov:My boots slammed against the stone stairs of the cells, every Alpha guard I passed was pressed against the wall, their eyes wide and their breathing heavy. They could smell it, I could smell it. I reached his cell and ripped the heavy door open so hard the hinges groaned in protest. The moment I walked in, the scent hit me like a physical blow. It was sweet, like crushed jasmine and cream, but laced with the sharp, metallic tang of pure distress. It was the smell of an omega in pain, in heat, and it made my inner Alpha roar with a protective fury I couldn't control.My eyes immediately settled on his trembling form at the corner of the cell, his skin was pale and slick with sweat. Without a word, I reached down and gathered him into my arms. He was so light in my arms, almost as if he weighed nothing, the discovery alone shocked me as I tucked his head into the crook of my neck, and the moment his ragged breath touched my skin, my alpha instincts spiralled against my

Silas's Pov The first lash landed across my back like fire, and I screamed, curling into myself as the second lash followed. White-hot pain exploded across my spine, stealing the air from my lungs. The third lash, however, did not come. Through the haze of agony, I slowly opened my eyes and was shocked to find Elara standing over me, her hand gripping the leather whip that was supposed to hit me again. Her fiery gaze burned across the room, locked directly onto The King, who stared back with equal intensity, his jaw clenched. “You are disrespecting your King, Elara,” he said with a deep voice, laced with warning. “No, I am trying to put some sense into my cousin,” she retorted sharply. “In this room, I am your King! Nothing else!” He announced, his power flaring out in a wave around him. Elara scoffed, her eyes sweeping across the silent people in the room before returning to him. “Fine. I see how this is.” She glanced at me for a few brief seconds, I saw something like pity