All Chapters of THE KING’s RESONANCE OMEGA: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

The need for the trip to Aldermane came the morning after. Lachlan hadn’t expected it. He’d shared a bath with Evren, after an unexpected evening. Neither of them talked about things that they needed to address.On the better part, Evren had gotten the pleasure he wanted, his mind had calmed and Lachlan had gotten more than pleasure out of it too. Being able to satisfy Evren, without needing to fuck the Omega had tickled something in Lachlan.And that image of Evren… Lachlan shook his head, deciding not to think about that when he was miles away from home. This time, he made sure to inform Evren of his trip and the possible days he would be away.The last time he left the palace without informing the Omega, the result had led them to a Cold War of almost a month. Lachlan wasn’t going to jeopardise what little of the reconciliation they just had. If he could call it that.The journey to Aldermane took the better part of two days, and Lachlan spent most of both telling himself this woul

The low and dull cramping started sometime after midnight. It was small enough at first to mistake for the same unsettled ache that had been living in Evren’s stomach for days.By the time dawn was creeping through the gap in the window drapes, it was no longer something Evren could simply ignore. It had woken him up from his sleep. And for a moment, Evren lay very still, one hand pressed flat against his abdomen as he wondered if the pain would ease but then he felt the first true, unmistakable warmth of blood traveling down his legs. His eyes flew open, and he managed to scramble out of bed.The thing he had waited for over almost a week, the one thing he had begun to fear would never come, had finally made its way out. Evren should have felt relief because this was what he wanted. He had asked for this, hadn’t he? Even engineered it with several bottles and several brews of yarrow root.But now, that feeling wasn’t there. What he felt instead as he made his way to the bathroom with

By the third morning, Lachlan had stopped pretending he hadn't noticed.It began small enough that he could almost talk himself out of it — Evren declining to walk with him to the gardens, claiming a headache; a held-back laugh at breakfast that used to come easy and now seemed to require effort, like something dredged up rather than felt. Lachlan reached for his hand across the table and Evren let him take it, but a half-second too late, the pause just long enough to register before it was covered over.By midday it was harder to explain away. Evren found reasons to leave rooms Lachlan entered — a message that needed answering, a dress fitting that could surely have waited, a sudden interest in the state of the linen stores that no one, least of all Evren, had ever shown before. When Lachlan sat beside him during the afternoon petitions, close enough that their shoulders brushed, Evren shifted a careful few inches away, as if the contact cost him something he couldn't afford to spend