All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zenith's POV “...Your Majesty… Your Majesty!” I blinked, snapping back to reality as the sharp voice cut through the fog in my mind. The meeting room slowly came into focus around me, my eyes zeroed on the maps and reports spread across the long oak table, the serious faces of my advisors, generals, and the heads of several packs under my jurisdiction. We had been discussing ways to tighten security across the territories, especially the more volatile borders with the Northern regions. And yet my mind had been elsewhere. On one particular Omega, precisely. Whatever my wolf had done with Silas that day in the woods had changed something in me. Something I couldn’t control, no matter how hard I tried to shove it down. In my wolf form, I had seen so many expressions on the Omega’s face, wonder, tentative trust, even a small, genuine smile, and a giggle, things I had never seen when I stood before him as a man. The way he had relaxed against my wolf's fur, the soft laugh when he'd nu

Silas's Pov: I opened the door quietly, the soft click alerting the two guards stationed outside my room. They straightened immediately, standing in alert as I stepped into the hallway. I closed the door behind me with a gentle pull and turned to face them, offering a small, tentative smile. “Good afternoon,” I said softly. “I… I would love to take a walk, if that’s alright.” The two guards exchanged a quick glance, their expressions unreadable for a moment before they both gave me a single, synchronized nod. Relief washed over me instantly, and I gave them a grateful little smile and began walking, my steps light but careful as I moved down the familiar corridor. A few weeks ago, I had discovered quite by accident that I was allowed to leave my room, as long as I stayed within the palace grounds and returned within twenty minutes. It wasn’t freedom, not really, I wouldn't call it that. But it definitely was something. A small mercy in this beautiful prison I now called home. To

Silas's Pov The moment the King walked out of the room, I released the deep breath I had been holding in and pressed a hand over my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. It was literally pounding so hard I could feel it against my palm. I hadn’t expected him to appear like that, so suddenly. One moment I had been dancing with Prince Zira in the garden, laughing at my own clumsiness, and the next the King had been there, storming in with that cold, murderous expression. Even worse, I hadn't expected him to pick me up the way he had… the way he had carried me all the way back to the room without a single word… Heat rose up my neck at the memory. For a moment, while I had been in his arms, I had felt the most comfortable I had been in a long time. Surprisingly, his pheromones hadn’t felt as overwhelming as they usually did. Instead of the usual crushing pressure that made me want to shrink into myself, they had been… calming. My inner Omega had quieted under them, content in a wa

Silas's Pov The King rose from his seat without a word, turned slightly toward me, and extended his hand. Without hesitation, I placed my gloved hand into his and took a deep breath, following as he guided me down the short steps from the elevated seats and onto the polished marble floor. The crowd parted smoothly, creating a wide, empty circle in the center of the hall. The soft golden light from the crystal chandeliers spilled over us, and the orchestra shifted into a slow, beautiful tune. It suddenly felt like the entire world had narrowed to just the two of us. We stopped in the exact center of the cleared space and the King turned to face me fully. Remembered every instruction from our practice, I created a small space in-between us and stepped forward, giving a precise, formal bow, then took one more step and waited, eyes locked on his. His blue eyes held mine without wavering. Then, slowly, he reached out his hand again, proposing the dance. I placed my hand in his a

Zenith's Pov Something was wrong. I could feel it. Ever since Zira had taken Silas onto the dance floor, a strange awareness had settled under my skin. From across the hall, through the mass of bodies and the thick cloud of expensive perfume and Alpha pheromones, I had somehow caught a faint trace of my mate’s scent. But there was something off about it. It was something subtle that made my wolf stir restlessly. At first, I told myself it was the alcohol, that Zira had probably given him something to drink. The thought alone burned deeply in my chest. Not only had my mate ignored every warning I had given him, but had gone against it. He looked far too comfortable in Zira’s arms, moving with an ease he had never shown with me. It was as if he had completely forgotten my presence, or worse, chosen to ignore it. My dark eyes remained locked on the two of them, watching every step, eyes trained on Zira’s hand at his waist. The longer I stared, the tighter the bond in my chest pul