All Chapters of Omega Hunted : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The ride back from the lake house to the main palace was quiet.Evander rode in the escort skimmer ahead of us, maintaining a strict military distance that kept him out of my sight, but the memory of his hand on my nape was still burned into my skin. I kept my tunic collar buttoned up to the very top, hiding the sensitive heat on my neck, staring out the darkened glass of the shuttle as the city skyline gave way to the soaring white towers of the royal complex.Princess Odan sat across from me, looking entirely pleased with herself. She spent most of the flight reviewing local market reports on her datapad, humming softly under her breath. I didn't say a word, my mind locked in a furious circle, trying to process the absolute mess I had walked into.I was supposed to have gotten him out of my system. That was the deal. Instead, I had ended up on my back, groaning under another alpha, and whining when he squeezed my neck like a trained hound. The embarrassment alone was enough to mak

The lounge on the upper level of the capital’s central district was quiet, lit by soft, low-amber lights and filled with the gentle hum of light music. It was the kind of place nobles went when they wanted privacy, far away from the prying eyes of the royal press.I sat in a high-backed leather booth across from Lord Windsor's son, Alexis.Alexis was undeniably attractive. He had soft, fair skin, light brown hair styled neatly over his forehead, and delicate features that practically radiated gentleness. He wore a tailored velvet tunic in a deep shade of plum, and his scent—a light, sweet mix of crushed vanilla and morning lilies—floated softly across the small table between us.It was everything an Alpha was supposed to want. It was normal. It was natural.And it was making me want to tear my own skin off."I was so pleasantly surprised when you called, General," Alexis said, offering me a sweet, timid smile as he reached for his tall glass of chilled wine. "After the incident at th

“The trade volume is fluctuating quite a bit right now, but we can easily capitalize on it if we secure our assets early.”I hummed noncommittally, trying to focus on the conversation. I was standing in a circle with a few of my father’s high-ranking advisors and political partners—people I normally tolerated—but right now their sharp, alpha scents were setting my nerves on edge, making me want to get out of there. I would have already walked off if Evander hadn’t been standing right beside me. He wasn’t saying much to the group either.His shoulder was brushed against mine, making me hyperaware of every inch of his body.I clenched my jaw, praying my system would stay under control. The other alphas nearby would easily catch the shift in my scent if I let my guard down. This was neither the time nor the place to be getting turned on. Not that there was ever a safe time or place to be getting turned on by another alpha’s proximity.I took a deliberate step away from Evander, feignin

My father watched me from the throne, waiting. I could see it in his eyes, the expectation that I would eventually lower my head, swallow my pride, and submit because he was the King and I was his son.I drew a slow breath through my nose, forcing down the anger burning in my chest. “Go ahead,” I said. “Make him marry her.”My mother’s head snapped up. Her lips parted, but no words came. My father’s jaw tightened.I turned slightly, glancing at the armored man standing behind me before returning my gaze to the King. “Have you even bothered to ask the General if that is what he wants?” My voice remained calm, though my heart was pounding so violently I could feel it in my throat. “Or are you simply offering him off like a piece of property because it saves your precious alliance?”“Evander is a soldier of this realm,” my father growled, his voice deepening with anger. “Unlike you, he understands loyalty. He understands duty. He will do what is requ

The continuous, white-hot tearing in my gut finally drove me past my breaking point. I couldn't form a single coherent thought anymore, couldn't breathe properly, couldn't even remember why I had been crying in the first place. There was only the pain, consuming everything else until all I could do was press my forehead against the cold floor and scream until my voice broke into a desperate, breathless whimper. Then I heard the key rattling in the lock. The sound barely registered through the haze of agony, but a moment later, the door swung open and a young maid rushed into the room with an armful of fresh linens clutched against her chest. Thank the Stars, the maids had a universal key. “Your Highness! I heard screaming—oh, stars!” She dropped the linens onto the floor and hurried toward me, her face twisting with panic as she took in my position on the rug. But the moment she crossed into the room, her scent reached me. It was sweet, soft, and gentle, the faint lavend