บททั้งหมดของ THE KING’s RESONANCE OMEGA: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

After dishing out a portion of the appetiser onto Evren’s plate, Lachlan watched as the Omega ate with a gentle curiosity. Since Evren was adamant about not picking what he wanted, Lachlan knew he’d have to choose for the Omega.It didn’t take long and Evren's gaze drifted across the table, lingering a beat too long on the stewed apples. Lachlan watched as the Omega’s gaze flicked back to the bowl twice before looking back onto his almost empty plate.Lachlan reached over without a word, and set a portion of the stewed apples onto Evren’s plate. The Omega’s whole body went rigid. “I…” he wanted to protest, to say he hadn’t asked for that, but he held his tongue.“Try it, you might like it. It is too sweet for me now, but I loved it as a teenager,” Lachlan encouraged, pretending as if he hadn’t noticed the way Evren’s shoulders remained rigid.Evren looked at the plate for a long moment. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” he muttered before he picked up his spoon, and ate slowly.The rest of t

Evren woke up alone in a room too large for him and lay still a long while before letting himself move.He stared at the ceiling above him. It was different from the one in the guest room. This ceiling was higher, painted with a creamy colour that he hadn’t noticed the night before.The blankets felt heavier draped around him, mirroring the weight of the troubles Evren had gone to bed with the night before. He sat up slowly, as if dreading what would happen the minute the room knew he was awake. His thoughts went over last night's dinner and how it had ended.Evren harbored no regret for a single word he had said to the Lycan king. Yet despite being proud of standing up for himself, the Omega knew his actions wouldn’t come without consequences.He’d told the king he would fall faster on the king’s place if it meant keeping the respect he held for his mother and that was true. Evren would rather die than sit and listen to any ridicule about his mother.It was said that everyone had th

Lachlan stared at the omega whose eyes remained fixed on the floor. ‘Please, don’t kill me.’ Evren had begged and that was the only thing the omega was willing to plead for.The Omega had said with enough defiance to move a mountain that he wouldn’t apologise for his words.And why that pleased Lachlan to hear was one of the reasons the Lycan king had kept his distance the entire day.Truly, Evren had disrespected him yesterday and while Lachlan would usually react with anger in such cases, he had smiled.Even as the Omega had stormed out without a proper bow of respect, Lachlan’s chest had swelled with pride.The fact that there was something the Omega valued enough to stand up against the Lycan king had pleased Lachlan more than what can be considered reasonable.There was nothing reasonable about the satisfaction and pride Lachlan had felt for being disrespected like that. The fact that he hadn’t gone after the omega in anger alone was madness on its own.The fact that he had slept

“Next time, Omega,” Lachlan murmured against Evren’s throat as he withdrew his fingers.Evren whined at the sudden emptiness before he understood what was happening. The king shifted him gently, turning Evren in his lap until Evren was facing him properly, straddling the king’s thighs and the position left him feeling exposed in an entirely new way. Bared to the king’s gaze rather than hidden against his chest.“Want me to keep going? Want to stop yet?” Lachlan asked and Evren shook his head.‘Oh hell no, you better finish what you started. My hole needs more than what you’ve offered and I need to cum.’ Evren wanted to yell, but he screamed the words in his head because he already had a long list of transgressions.King’s restraint was starting to fray at the edges, but he wanted to make sure everything happening this time wasn’t because Evren felt a sense of obligation.Was it selfish that Lachlan not only wanted the Omega’s body but every part of the omega that he could get?Perhaps

The border camp was three hours’ ride from Tyrheim. Close enough that Lachlan had made the journey a hundred times without thinking twice about it, and he was two hours into this particular visit before he understood, with a slow, unwelcome dread, that this time was going to be different.It had started small. A report on grain requisitions for the garrison that he had to ask General Karlsson to repeat twice. The numbers were out of place and sliding out of grasp the moment he thought he'd caught them. A restlessness in Lachlan’s hands that had him gripping the edge of the map table harder than the discussion warranted, as though the wood itself might anchor something in him that had come loose somewhere on the ride out.By the time dusk fell, the second day's briefing began in earnest. The briefing had been about troop movements along the western tree line, a skirmish two nights prior that had cost them four men and gained them nothing. As the briefing continued, Lachlan found he co