All Chapters of The King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Silas's Pov Annoyance could not even begin to describe how I felt at the moment. We were in the car, already on our way to the mating ceremony of his Majesty's friend, who happened to be the Alpha of a pack in the West, a full hour’s drive from the palace. The length of the journey itself was not the problem, the problem was that His Majesty had been on a phone call for more than half of it. The moment we sat down in the car, his phone had rung, and he had been speaking ever since. I shifted slightly in my clothes, which I loved very much. All white, chosen by me after careful consideration. It was a clean, formal set, paired with white heels boots that had red bottoms, I'd forgotten what the servant that brought them called them. I had been too excited to wear them to hear any of the things the beta had said. It was my first time wearing heeled shoes, and every small movement made me more aware of them. According to what I had only recently learned, all white was expected of us

Zenith's Pov Of all the Alphas who it could have been, it had to be him. He just made a very stupid mistake. He had already crossed a line once, he should have known better than to come anywhere near what belonged to me again. I looked at Kyle. “Which way?” Kyle pointed back down the corridor. “He ran when he saw me. I followed as far as could, but I lost him. I was just coming back to inform you when I met you here.” My hand on Silas’s arm could feel the tremor running through him, and I could almost taste the panic in his scent. “Are you hurt?” I asked, eyes glancing over him. Except for his distorted state and his roughed up clothes, he looked alright. But I still had to make sure. Silas shook his head quickly, then hesitated. “I–I stabbed him. With a knife, so I was able to get away.” Pride and fury hit at the same time. Though I wondered where Silas had gotten a knife, but it didn't matter. What I hoped was that he stabbed that bastard deep enough to damage something.

Silas's Pov I could only stare at him. Why was he here? He should be back at the party, at his own mating ceremony, among his guests, among the wreckage and the fire and the chaos we had left behind. He shouldn't be standing here. But then, if he was here… Where was my Alpha? The question hollowed me out. Zenith should have been the one finding me. Zenith, or Zira, or Kyle, or anyone who belonged on my side of this nightmare. Instead it was the host of the ceremony, watching me with an expression that made the hairs on my skin stand erect. I took a step back. My heart was racing so hard it hurt. The way he looked at me felt so… wrong. But still, desperation made me stupid with hope. “Please,” I said, voice shaking. “Help him. The driver–he’s hurt. Please, we were in an accident, I can’t get him out, I–” Alpha Carlos’s expression softened at my words, “Of course,” he said gently. “You’ve been through enough already, haven’t you?” I looked at him in blatant confusion. What

Silas's Pov The shot rang through the forest, almost deafening. It felt as if the forest held its breath after, just like I did. Loud, sudden whimpers and violent thrashing made me open my eyes to see Caelum's wolf thrashing around. The sound of the shot was still ringing in my ears, my arms were still raised, fingers were still locked tightly around the weapon as I watched his wolf form twisting around. The scent of his toxic filled blood filled the air, and he snarled and snapped around, from rage and pain. Dirt and leaves churned beneath him with every frantic movement, especially when he tried to push up onto all fours, only for the injured limb to collapse under his weight and send him crashing sideways again, before he slowly went still. He was alive. My shoulders sagged in relief. I had half-expected a body unmoving, a life ended by my hand, or the one that terrified me the most, not aiming right and accidentally shooting his Majesty. I lowered my arms, the gun suddenl

Zenith’s POV Silas swayed slightly where he stood, looking so…lost. The look in his eyes was so distant, it was like he didn't even know that he was standing there, it made something in my chest pull tight. Even the shape of my name on his mouth had felt far away, like he had spoken it from a dream. I stepped fully into the bathroom and went to him, his eyes never left me. Up close, he looked better than he did while he was still unconscious this morning. He looked more…alive. But the distant, weary look on his face worried me. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Silas only shook his head, giving no explanation to why he'd gotten out of bed, ripped out his IV and was now standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself. I did not believe him, something had to be wrong. Did he have a nightmare, or was this behavior perhaps, a side effect of his medication? I did not push. Because even if I did ask those questions right now, he didn't look like he would have a proper answer to giv