All Chapters of Omega Hunted : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I tried. I really fucking tried.For two full days after seeing Sian, I made a point of existing as far away from Evander as royal protocol allowed. If I saw his tall frame at the end of a corridor, I turned on my heel and took the long way around. If he was standing on the left side of the courtyard during morning guard drills, I stayed on the far right, keeping a solid thirty feet of open air between us.It was working, at least that's what I told myself. My heart rate had leveled out, the burning itch under my collar was down to a manageable throb, and I hadn't needed to touch Sian's synthetic inhaler once.Then came the final prep inspection for Princess Odan’s arrival.The grand reception hall was packed with servants, guards, and court officials rushing to hang silk banners and polish the marble pillars. I stood near the main dais, holding a data pad and pretending to review the security layout just to give myself an excuse to stay planted in one spot.Out of the corner of my

The grand banquet hall was filled with the steady hum of chatter, the sharp clinking of silver cutlery against fine china, and the bright glow of high chandeliers. Servants in red and gold livery moved smoothly between the long tables, carrying silver platters of roasted meats, seasoned winter grains, and tall carafes of imported sweet wine.I sat near the middle of the high table, keeping my posture straight and my uniform collar buttoned all the way to my jaw. Beneath the stiff fabric, the bite mark was still warm, but the sharp, medicinal taste of Oliver’s winter-clove sitting under my tongue kept my head clear enough to focus.To my left, my father was engaged in a quiet conversation with Lord William Fraser about the autumn harvest taxes. Fraser was gesturing with his wine glass, occasionally laughing at his own jokes, while my father nodded along with a polite, practiced smile.Standing roughly fifteen feet behind the King's guard line, posted near one of the marble pillars, w

Lord Cella’s sealed letter had worked better than expected. My father hadn't been thrilled about my sudden departure, but given Cella's high standing and the vague phrasing about "urgent northern border tax discrepancies," he had no choice but to sign my temporary pass. By the time we reached Oliver’s estate on the outer rim of the capital, the knot behind my sternum had loosened for the first time in days. For two glorious, uninterrupted days, I didn't have to wear a high, stiff collar. I didn't have to chew Oliver's sharp winter-clove until my tongue went numb. And, most importantly, I didn't have to constantly look over my shoulder to see if a certain broad-shouldered General was silently tracking my every breath. "You're slacking, Your Highness!" Oliver called out, dodging behind a marble pillar in the estate’s private courtyard. I laughed—a genuine, easy sound that felt foreign in my own chest—and threw a rolled-up parchment scroll straight at his head. He ducked just in tim

The next afternoon, the sun was bright over the courtyard as the royal transport stood ready to take us to the lake house.I stood by the open passenger door, waiting for Princess Odan. I had managed to keep my uniform collar loose for the ride, but the tension in my chest hadn't gone away.Footsteps sounded on the stone pavement. I turned, expecting to see Odan, but instead found Evander walking toward the transport in full tactical gear, a squad of four guards behind him.I frowned, stepping away from the vehicle. "What is this, General?"Evander stopped a few feet away, his jaw set into a hard line. His grey eyes flicked over my collar before settling on my face. "I am assigning myself to head your security detail for the trip to the lake house, Your Highness.""Penelope already assigned a secondary squad for the perimeter," I said, my voice dropping. "We don't need a full guard escort for a private visit.""The perimeter scanning reports showed minor signal fluctuations in the out

Once the door was locked behind us, the absolute absurdity of the situation hit me, but my body was already moving ahead of my pride.I didn’t suffer from false modesty. I knew I was very handsome, a very handsome alpha. I looked nothing like omegas: too tall, too muscular, too strong. But judging by Evander’s cock, he wasn’t turned off by that. It was rock hard. And so damn big.Gods, I remembered how good it had felt inside me.Grabbing the lube I had brought with me in case I needed it,—you never could tell— from the bedside drawer, I straddled Evander’s thighs where he sat on the edge of the mattress.Our eyes met.Fuck, we really were doing this. What the fuck was I doing?Licking my dry lips, I squeezed some lube into my hand and grabbed Evander’s cock. So firm and thick. So warm. So real. Nothing like the glass bottles.I slicked up Evander’s cock generously before reluctantly letting go, reaching behind