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All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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89. Who would've thought?

Silas’s POV When I woke again in the evening, the room was quieter than before. The light through the curtains had changed, now softer. I could immediately tell that it was the late afternoon bleeding into evening. I turned my head toward the clock on the side table. 5:10. His Majesty was not in the room. I sat up slowly, staring blankly at the black screen of the TV, listening to the stillness of the room. Then I pushed myself up slowly against the headboard and let out a long breath. My body still ached in some places, but it was very very different from the way it had been this morning, my head also felt clearer. I noticed the IV was gone too. I glanced down at the back of my hand, flexing my fingers. Only a faint mark remained where the line had been. Then slowly, the wave of yesterday's memories began seeping in in waves. The party, the sudden chaos, the separation, the car, the forest. And worse of it all, those hours when the bond had gone silent. When I reached for

90. The King's Unwanted Omega

Silas’s POV “Careful.” Kyle’s hand stayed at my elbow until I was fully settled back against the pillows. Then he stepped away, dragging the stool closer to the bed and sitting down with a quiet exhale. I watched him quietly for the next few seconds, as he shifted in the chair, looking so restless. He had on the usual composure IV come to notice. But underneath that composure was something that made him unsettled. My mind fleetingly went back to the dining room, specifically the moment he and Elera had seen each other. Elara had stormed out without a word. Of all the reactions I could have imagined, that had not been one of them. Sure, fated mates who had never truly known each other were not supposed to fall in love at first sight, I knew that much. But the look they had given each other, it looked like they had history. Kyle… Kyle had not looked like an Alpha meeting his mate for the first time either. Or maybe they actually knew each other before but just found out they

91. Come Here, Darling

Silas’s POVCarlosThe same Alpha whose mating ceremony had collapsed into fire and blood? “The same Carlos?” I had to ask out loud. My voice sounded thinner than I expected.Kyle’s expression did not change much, but the answer in his eyes gave me all I needed to know. Even before he said, “Yes.”“The same one who invited His Majesty and me to his mating ceremony,” I breathed out, just to confirm again. To know if I wasn't thinking too much about it. Kyle gave another nod, letting me know that I was in fact, not thinking too much about it.Something cold slid down my spine. I looked down at my hands, at nothing in particular as my thoughts spiraled, trying to make sense of the situation.Maybe Carlos did not remember me. We had been separated so young after all, I had been little more than a toddler with a broken music box. People forget children like that all the time. Perhaps I had been only a foster boy in the background of someone else’s home, easy to misplace in memory.But t

92. Where Did That Patience You Promised Go?

Silas’s POV His words hung in the dim office between us, softer than the storm still clinging to his scent, and somehow more dangerous because of it. My feet remained where they were, just a few steps in. He watched me the whole time. Eventually, I decided to take a few more steps forward. Up close, the tiredness on his face was worse. Though his usual composure was still there, something beneath it looked…forced. My eyes landed on what seemed to be the result of a tablet smashed against the wall in anger, then to a set of disordered papers on his desk. Something had happened, I just wasn't so sure what it was. “Come here,” he said again, quieter this time. His words sounded something closer to a request he was trying not to sound too desperate for. And as if understanding the desperation of my Alpha, my Omega pushed forward at once. I crossed the room slowly, mindful of my feet, of the fact that every step took me deeper into the dense cloud of his presence. When I stopped in

93. I Guess I Really Am A Fool

Zenith’s POVI sat alone in the dim light of the office, a pen held loosely between my fingers, staring at the disordered papers spread across the desk.I had been rereading the same lines for hours and every damn sentence kept slipping away the moment I finished reading them, replaced by the image of a particular Omega, my omega, breathing softly in our bed upstairs while the rest of the palace continued as if the world had not nearly taken him from me.And then there were Elara’s words, they just wouldn't stop hunting me.‘Do you actually think you’ve been forgiven?’‘If the roles were reversed, would you truly forgive your tormentor?’‘Look him in the eyes and ask yourself…’I tightened my grip on the pen until the casing threatened to break. My eyes landed on the broken tablet still laying near the wall where I had thrown it, a pathetic piece of evidence of the way I'd lost control earlier. The anger still lingered under my skin, and sadness sat beneath it, the feeling very much

94. If I Asked Him, Would He Let Me?[M]

Silas’s POV Heavy breaths left through my lips in uneven waves. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pillow and bit my lower lip hard enough to sting. A soft whine slipped free as heat pooled low between my legs, everything felt so warm and so good at the same time. Hmm…” I hummed in pleasure as my fingers threaded through his hair, tightening and holding on as his mouth worked over me with devastating patience. Each stroke of his tongue sent tremors through my thighs, making my hips twitch helplessly, chasing more even when I was already being given more than I could quietly endure. “Ah–” The sound broke out of me before I could swallow it as the heat increased, coiling tighter in my lower belly. My grip in his hair tightened even more as the heat wound even tighter, brighter, climbing so fast that my stomach tensed and my toes curled into the sheets. I was close, so close that my vision was beginning to blur. Then just as it began, it stopped. The warmth

95. Do I Want To Fulfil This Dirty Dream Of Mine?[M]

Silas’s POV “Silas?” I kept my eyes shut for one useless second longer, as if darkness itself might protect me, then forced them open. My alpha was already shifting upright on the bed. Even without much light, I could feel the exact moment his attention sharpened, especially the subtle change in his breathing. He could smell me. Of course he could. There was no way I could hide something this obvious. My pants were literally damp between my thighs, and the slick wouldn't stop coming either. It all just worsened by the second. “I–” My voice cracked embarrassingly. “I’m fine.” I don't think he accepted that as an answer, because the mattress dipped a second after as he moved closer. I pressed back until my shoulders met the headboard, knees still drawn up, but it made no difference. He closed the distance slowly, until I could feel the heat of his skin near mine. His hand found the sole of my foot first, then my ankle, before it slowly trailed up to the outside of my cal

96. Under The Moonlight Glow[M]

Zenith's PovI almost missed it. I almost missed the word 'yes’ as it silently left his lips in a soft breath. I could only stare at him in the dark, my hand still pressed between his legs, fingers wet with his wetness, feeling the heat there, more than enough proof for my body that this was real. After what had gone down between the both of us at my office, the way he had stood over me and cut straight through every excuse I had, I would never have guessed the next time I woke would be to this.My Omega. Shaking and soaked.Admitting he had dreamed of us making love, though his words had been broken and unclear, what he hinted at, and the way his body reacted to every single one of my touches said enough. And now, he just said yes, to asking if he wanted that dream made real.I exhaled slowly and forced the sharpest edge of hunger back under control. Wanting him was easy. Controlling that want was the hardest part.But I had no fear of hurting him. Because even if I couldn't trust

97. A Lot Is About To Change

Zenith’s POV Elara recovered first. “What the hell do you mean you think Silas is pregnant?” I shot the question straight back at her. “What the hell do YOU mean you’re Silas’s brother’s mate?” She stared at me as if I had lost the thread entirely. “That is not even the problem here.” Of course it was a problem, just not the more important one. And I wouldn't consider Silas's pregnancy a problem, aside from the uncertainty, emotional responsibilities that might have to come with it. Elara stepped closer, regarding me sharply. “Are you certain? Does Silas know?” “I doubt he knows,” I said. “And I’m not certain, it’s still a guess.” She squinted at me, then moved to the chair opposite my desk and sat down. She was silent for the next few seconds, looking like she was turning the possibility over. I used the same silence to gather my own thoughts too, though they refused to comply the way I wanted them to. If Silas truly was pregnant, a lot is about to change. I was not a foo

98. This Is NOT About The TV

Zenith’s POV I held Silas tightly in my arms, his smaller frame settled across my lap on the edge of the bed, while Dr. Scott, the same Alpha who had once sent my Omega scrambling backward in pure terror with only his appearance a few months back, cleaned the fresh cut along his calf. The wound was not deep, but that did not make the sight of it any easier. How did this happen? I did not know. My eyes went back to the wreckage still scattered across the room on the floor. The wall-mounted television that had always hung opposite the bed now lay in ruin, screen shattered, the frame twisted, pieces of glass and black casing glittering across the floor. According to the brief, reluctant explanation we had finally dragged out of him, Silas had tried to move it. Apparently the angle had been bothering him. His current favourite place to sit was by the window, and from there the screen had not been clear enough. So he decided, alone, without calling anyone, to take the entire thing d

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