The Omega King
"The choice is entirely yours. You can walk back into that council chamber tomorrow, bare your throat to Vance and Collins, and see how long your crown stays on. There are many men in this court who would gladly put a real sword to your neck, Arthur. I am merely offering you a shield. For a price."
Arthur flinched away from the touch, his head spinning from the brief contact. His skin felt like it was on fire, his internal organs aching with the desperate, primal urge to simply collapse and submit to the overwhelming alpha presence in the room. But beneath the haze of the heat, beneath the terrifying vulnerability of his omega biology, the blood of kings still ran. He could not win a physica