All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zenith's Pov My forehead remained pressed against the curve of Silas’s shoulder, breath coming out harder than I could control. The heat of his skin still lingered under my palm where my hand had slipped beneath his shirt, and the scent of him filled every breath I took. The shrill ringing continued, and it only spiked up irritation in me. Of all moments. Sighing sharply, I forced myself to pull away, slipping my hand out of his shirt and getting off him, hating the loss of contact immediately. I stayed a bit close for one more second, breathing him in, before I finally pushed myself off the bed and fished the phone out of my pocket. The name on the screen made my jaw tighten immediately. Of course it had to be him. Clicking the answer button I placed the phone to my ear. “This had better be worth your life.” A familiar, unbothered scoff came through the line. “Good afternoon to you too, dear brother.” “I’m busy.” I growled. “Busy with what?” I didn’t answer. Instead my

Zenith's Pov Some minutes later, the doors to the throne room opened again and Zira entered first. Silas followed a step behind him, close enough that it was clear my brother was trying to be some sort of protective shield for him. Even from a distance I could read the tension in my omega's frame. There was wariness in the way he carried himself. And the sight of him here, under these circumstances, landed harder than I had prepared for. But it needs to be done. Except Zira did not bring him all the way forward. He stopped several feets away from where I now stood at the dais and angled himself slightly in front of Silas in an unmistakable barrier. “This is far enough,” Zira said. My eyes narrowed. “Bring him here.” I commanded, but Zira held his ground. “No.” he refused. I could feel the shift of the people in the room and the sudden tension filling the air. I descended from the dais, taking a few steps closer to them.” “I was not making a request.” “You already dragged

Silas's Pov A week had passed. And in that short moment of time, the palace had settled into a strange kind of peace. Ever since I walked out of the throne room and left the Lycan King kneeling, something had shifted, I could feel it with every breath in me. I could feel it in the way the air moved around me, in the quieter stares of the staff, in the absence of the constant pressure that used to follow me from corridor to corridor. Since then, he had not tried to force another confrontation, nor had he touched me again. And somehow, that restraint made his presence heavier rather than before. Everytime we were in the room together, I could literally feel his every breath in the room, his smallest movements. Now as I sat alone in the room we still shared, a fantasy novel open against my knees. The story was good enough to hold my eyes, but not quite good enough to hold my thoughts. Every few pages, my attention drifted. My gaze kept lifting to the clock on the wall. A few minu

Silas's Pov I stared at him, quite unable to grasp what he just said. My parents? I stared back down at the photograph, my fingers still resting on the edge of the page. The man and the woman looked back at me with composed faces, dressed in very obvious expensive kinds of clothings. The way I saw these two people, nothing about them matched the story I had carried for most of my life. I had always been told I was found abandoned in the forest. That was the version given to me for as long as I could remember. I had no name, no history. Just a quiet pup discovered where no child should have been left. Over the years, I had learnt to accept that I was born to be alone. Either I had not been wanted… or my parents had been rogues who loved me enough to give me away in the hope that I might live something closer to a normal life. I had clung to the second version more often than the first, because it hurt less. But the people in this photograph did not look like rogues. They loo

Silas's Pov A while later, the door on my side opened without warning, startling me out of the tangled mess of my thoughts. Heat still lingered faintly on my face, and my mind had not fully recovered from everything that had happened in the back seat. When I turned, the first thing I saw was His Majesty’s hand outstretched toward me. I gulped, then slowly, I placed my hand into his larger one and let him guide me out of the car. The moment my feet touched the ground, the cooler air outside brushed against my skin and made me even more aware of how disordered I felt. “Where is your phone?” he asked. My phone. Oh. I must have dropped it during… that. Heat flooded my face again when the memory of his mouth on mine rushed back into my head. I stammered something incoherent before turning quickly and leaning back into the car. After a few seconds of searching, I found it lying harmlessly on the floor near where my feet had been. I must've dropped it unconsciously while caught