The Omega King
Arthur heard them, but the words were beginning to distort, sounding as though they were being spoken underwater.
He kept his eyes fixed on the maps, trying to remember how to breathe.
A cold sweat broke out across the back of his neck, instantly trapped beneath his stiff collar. A sharp, rhythmic throb began right beneath his jawline—the exact location of his scent glands. It felt like liquid fire pulsing through his veins.
'Not now,' he prayed, his jaw clenching so hard his teeth ached.
'Not here.'
'I took double the dosage.'
"His Majesty's silence speaks volumes," Vance murmured, looking around the table for support. "Perhaps a match with Princess Catherine? Her lineage is impeccable, and