บททั้งหมดของ THE KING’s RESONANCE OMEGA: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The pain had only gotten worse, and Evren was a wreck, but he couldn’t show it. For some reason, Marisol had decided to camp out in his room for most of the day.The Omega had left after bringing lunch only to return with a cup of hot honey tea. Evren had taken it with much appreciation and gulped down the contents. Which has allowed him a moment of reprieve from the way his stomach had begun attacking him from the inside.But Marisol had stayed longer, refusing to leave the omega alone. The honeyed tea had given Evren the reprieve to sit up and have his lunch. And since Marisol wouldn’t stop staring, Evren knew he had no choice but to force down bites of his lunch even though he had no appetite.He had spent the rest of the day curled on the bed under the quilt while his stomach chewed him out. He knew it was the effect of all the concoction he’d been drinking, but Evren hadn’t expected this much.As the hush of dusk settled upon the palace, Marisol took her leave, and Evren finally

Evren sighed, wrapping his bathrobe tighter around himself as he exited the bathroom. He felt lighter, like a pound of weight had been lifted off him; perhaps it had been.The ache had receded by a huge fraction. It wasn’t as intense as when it started, and the bleeding had finally stopped. At least Evren hoped so.Yesterday’s bleeding had been brutal, and he had spent several hours in the bathtub. Marisol had questioned him tirelessly each time she came over.Evren had gotten the hint that perhaps the king had tasked Marisol to keep an eye on him and that maybe had saddened him a bit because for a moment there, it felt good to see someone else other than himself care about his wellbeing.But this Omega had no real attachment to Evren, so why would she care for him? It didn’t matter though; Evren hadn’t entered the palace with the mindset to find love or a chosen family.The king’s absence had made things smoother for Evren. At least he didn’t have to explain why he was bleeding.The

It took a long moment before Evren’s breathing steadied, before the frantic look in his eyes gave way to something quieter, and then shame followed.Despite how relaxing it felt to be the Lycan king’s embrace, Evren couldn’t completely relax. Shame crawled on his skin as he replayed his reaction to the king’s entrance.He should’ve known it was the king. Why had he gotten so scared and then freaked out? He wasn’t even in StoneRidge again, and memories like that should no longer hunt him.Not when he’d safely shelved it away. If he was still in StoneRidge and that happened, perhaps Evren would’ve understood why. But even back in StoneRidge he’d never let himself go into panic like that.That was dangerous and the fastest way to get himself hurt. Because having a panic episode meant losing sense of himself and control of what could happen to him, and that was never a good idea. Being conscious of everything happening to him was what kept him alive long enough in StoneRidge.He might’ve

Confusion marred Evren’s expression at the King’s response, unable to understand the certain shift in their conversation and why the King had suddenly brought that up.He knew he wasn’t supposed to question the King, but he couldn’t nod right now and pretend to understand what was happening, because he didn’t.“I don’t understand, Your Majesty.” He made sure his tone carried his confusion so the king wouldn’t think he was being insolent.“You will be moved to the private wing. Nearer to my own rooms,” Lachlan said as plainly as he could, as if that were enough to explain his decision. “Better appointed guards, better attendants.”It looked as though the Lycan king had made up his mind and there was nothing Evren could do to stop it now, yet still he needed more than just a plain answer.“I don’t—,” Evren started, then paused upon realising he was about to repeat the same sentence. “Is this a punishment, Your Majesty? For last night?”Perhaps the king realised if Evren was closer, he w

Evren emerged from the bathroom, slightly perplexed. He still couldn’t understand the logic behind the king wanting to have dinner with him.Evren didn't understand why the king desired this, but he didn't question it.It wasn't as if the king were standing before him right now, so the questions could wait.For an Omega who had been dragged nearly naked to Tyrheim, Evren had no idea what to wear to dinner with the king. He lacked personal possessions.That train of thought cut off abruptly when Evren opened the wardrobe to find an array of clothes waiting for him. Questioning how the clothes got into the wardrobe would be pointless.Of course the King must’ve made arrangements after telling Evren he was to move to the King’s private wing. And every item looked freshly cleaned.Without wasting time, he grabbed the first blouse his hand could find and, a pair of trousers and rushed back to the bathroom to get dressed. It was best not to keep the king waiting.Evren did what he could to