All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Silas's Pov My body stiffened at once. For a split second everything inside me went quiet. My heart seemed to slow, caught in the sudden shock of contact, then it slammed back into motion with such force it felt like it might break free of my ribs. The kiss was nothing like I had imagined it to ever be, especially not in this kind of situation. This one was just… overwhelming. His lips were warm and firm, pressing against mine with enough intensity to empty my thoughts. One of his hands still held my jaw, angling my face exactly where he wanted it, while the solid wall of his chest remained against my back, caging me in place. The scent of cedarwood poured over me, rich and inescapable, seeping into every breath until my head felt light. My omega, which had been coiled tight with fear only moments before, went startlingly still, then quiet, almost content, as if the proximity alone was enough to soothe it. I didn’t mean to respond. But the pressure of his mouth drew someth

Silas's Pov Zira’s expression shifted at once from mild surprise to concern. He steadied me with his free hand, eyes quickly scanning my face and over my body. “Whoa… hey. Easy.” His voice was low and careful. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re being chased by a monster.” I am. I shook my head quickly, breath still coming too fast. “Just… please. I need somewhere to hide. Now.” “Silas.” He didn’t let go of my arm, but he didn’t move either. “Talk to me. Did something happen? Are you hurt?” “I’m fine.” The words came out sharp with impatience. “I just need to not be standing in this hallway. Can we go? Please.” Zira’s brows drew together. He glanced past me down the long corridor, then back at my face. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Come on.” His hand closed firmly around mine, and the next second we were moving fast. His longer strides forcing me to keep up as we cut down a side passage I didn’t recognize. The palace blurred around us, the polished floors, tall windo

Zenith's Pov“You look constipated.”I lifted my eyes from the untouched plate in front of me and fixed my brother with a cold stare.Zira only raised his brows, completely unbothered, and reached for a piece of fruit as if he hadn’t just insulted me. The dining hall was quieter than usual. Most of the staff had learned to keep their distance when I was around. I preferred it that way. I said nothing in response to Zira's remark, a glare was enough.My thoughts, however, refused to stay silent.It had been strange, like deeply, uncomfortably strange, to see Silas that angry. The Omega who usually lowered his eyes, who flinched under my sharp tone, who folded in on himself whenever I pushed too hard, had stood in the middle of my room and thrown accusations at me without restraint. Even though his body held the usual hint of fear, he had not broken down like he usually would. His voice had shaken, yes, but it had not broken into the usual fearful silence. He had looked at me like he

Silas's Pov Something’s wrong. I could feel it. Ever since we returned from the hospital this morning, the King had been silent. And it wasn't even the normal kind of silence. He had barely spoken a word after the examination ended. The drive back to the palace had been quiet enough to make my ears ring. And when we arrived, he didn’t walk me inside. He simply waited until I stepped out, and then drove off again without a single explanation. I had stood there on the palace steps for a few seconds longer than necessary, watching the black car disappear, before a servant finally guided me back to his room. I really want to go back to my room, it had been peaceful there. Here, all that wrapped around me was him, all that I breathed in was him, all that I saw him, all that I could think about was him. Just him and him and him. I might go crazy at this point. About an hour later, he returned, moving around the room like I wasn't even there. Then after a while, he left again. We

Zenith's Pov Morrak and Lune stared at me, confusion clear on both their faces. “What do you mean?” Morrak asked carefully. “My mate was formally announced few days ago on the night of the gala. His face was broadcasted across every major territory in the werewolfdom. Explain to me how the two of you failed to recognize him.” Seconds passed by and neither of them responded. It was as if the first half of my words had went right over their heads. The only part that seemed to register fully was the confirmation that their long-lost son was not only alive, but bound to me as my mate. The subtle shift in their posture and the quick glance they exchanged began to irk me. My patience thinned rapidly. “Was that all you heard?” I asked sharply, unable to control my growing annoyance. “That he is my mate?” At my words, Morrak recovered instantly and straighten in his chair, clearing his throat once before speaking. “Forgive us, Your Majesty. The news is… overwhelming.” He paused