All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zenith's Pov I pushed the door to my room open with my shoulder and stepped inside, Silas secure in my arms. The moment the door shut behind us, the thick, sweetened scent of him filled the space completely. And unfortunately for me, it was impossible to ignore. I crossed the room quickly and laid him down on the large bed. The second his back touched the sheets, his hands shot out and gripped the front of my shirt tightly, fingers twisting into the fabric as if holding on to a lifeline. A soft, distressed sound left him. “Easy,” I muttered under my breath. Then I had to carefully pry his fingers loose one by one. It took more effort than it should have. When his hands finally released me, I straightened up. I noticed his skin was still burning. Even through the clothes, the heat radiating off him was unmistakable. The first thing I did was take off his shoes, pulling them off and throwing them aside. Then his jacket, I worked the buttons open and pulled him up a bit, sliding it

I returned to his room few minutes later. The first thing I noticed was the silence of his room. For a brief moment I thought he might have left, until the faint sound of water running behind the closed bathroom door reached me. I stepped inside, shut the door, and crossed the room in a few strides to the edge of the bed. I sat down, resting my forearms on my thighs, fingers loosely intertwined as I waited. His scent still lingered in the air, softer than usual, mixed with the faint trace of mine. Funny how I immediately found myself back in the scent I was just running from. I heard the bathroom door open, and the sound of his footsteps reached my ears as he stepped out. “Y-Your Majesty?” I lifted my head. Our eyes met for only a second before mine dropped to his leg. I noticed he was leaning more on his good leg, but it wasn't too obvious. I studied the way he held his weight, then looked back up at him. “Come here.” The command left my mouth softer than I intended.

Zenith's POV: I walked slowly into the white room, right behind Zira. The space was exactly as I remembered it, sterile, brightly lit, and designed to strip away every sense of safety. The man was already secured to the chair in the center, straps locked tightly around his wrists, ankles, and chest. His earlier struggles had left him breathing hard, eyes wide with the kind of fear. He probably realised the moment he got here what was about to happen to him. Gregory, the specialist I kept in charge of these particular sessions and questioning, turned as we entered and offered a deep bow. “Your Majesties.” He straightened and began speaking in that calm, clinical tone of his, briefly summarizing the subject’s resistance and confirming readiness. Then he informed us that they would proceed with the first level. Gregory’s finger pressed the control. The man’s body stiffened instantly. Every muscle locked at once, his frame arching hard against the restraints as a choked, muffled

Silas's Pov I froze on the spot, hand still resting on the door handle. I did not dare turn around. The voice behind me was unmistakably his, rough and thick with sleep. Even without looking, I could hear the irritation in it. Whether it was because I had tried to sneak out or because I had woken him in the process, I couldn’t tell. Probably both. Then I felt him move closer, and the air shifted around me. A bare, warm chest brushed near my back as he stepped closer, invading what little space I had left. Just as I thought of yanking the door open and making the run for it. One of his hands braced against the door beside my head, effectively blocking any chance of escape. Great. His other hand settled on my shoulder and turned me around firmly, until my back was against the door and there was nowhere else to look but at him. He was still shirtless. The broad expanse of his chest and the hard lines of his abdomen were right there, in my face. My eyes dropped before I could st

Zenith's Pov I stared at the symbol on the page, the words beneath it refusing to settle properly in my mind. Born and raised in the South. Silas had been found in the North. Every report, every scrap of information I had been given after his arrest, all of it had pointed north. So how the hell was this possible? “How is this possible?” I asked, voicing my thoughts. Joseph remained standing on the other side of the desk, looking at me quietly. “The records in that folder belong to the family that raised his highness, Your Majesty. They were not his blood parents. They were a foster family.” he responded. I looked up sharply. “Foster?” “Yes.” he nodded. “From what I was able to uncover, his highness went to the North from the South, he ran away from his original home at the age of thirteen. The couple listed in those documents were the ones who raised him in the Southern territory until he eventually left their household.” I closed the folder slightly, fingers pressing firmly