The King's Omega
The King’s Omega – Chapter 8

A smile settled on his face as soon as he got to his room that night. She hid her diary under one of the mirrors and then lay down hugging the pillow. Everything seemed like a dream that she didn’t want to wake up from for a long time. The king was beautiful, he was the person who was always there for her despite all the shit he told her in her daily life.

He never got bored or pretended to listen to her talk just to get out of her way. When she was in the northern palace, her father eliminated the maids who spent more than necessary time in her chambers; her only friend must have been her and only her.

His life before coming to this palace was rubbish. Now, the only difference about her was the beta Lucy, who wanted to get rid of her. She discovered that the king bought her as his concubine and that she has never had a consort… much less has she been engaged.

The door to her room was knocked and after that Simón entered with some snack and a rose in his hands.

—The king asked me to bring you this—Simon handed him the plate and then the rose—. It’s becoming customary for him to always give you roses.

“I really like the ones in the garden, that’s all,” he shrugged. There’s nothing strange about the king taking the time to give me roses… I’m not going to complain about that either.

—You have cast a spell on the king who now does not want to let you free—the beta joked—. “I never thought I’d see the king so excited about someone before.” He smiled at her. I am very happy that you are now in the palace, giving him all the happiness that he had lost before.

“I have some questions, which I hope you can answer,” he wanted to take advantage of. Can you keep them secret?

— Of course — Simón sat in one of the chairs —. You can count on me. I won’t say anything to anyone, not even the king.

— Do I have your word? —the beta nodded—. Why has the king never had an imperial consort?

—Questions that I am not allowed to answer and that of course you have put me in a complicated situation —he cleared his throat—. “He doesn’t have imperial concubines because she is following in her father’s footsteps by not marrying out of conviction.” Dayana continued paying attention. She has always had lovers and they have all been betas, nothing to do with alpha women… they are simply not to her liking.

“I understand,” he wrinkled his nose, knowing how to feel about that confession. So the king hates alpha women?

“He doesn’t hate them,” she let out a laugh. “They’re just not to his liking when having s*x because they’re very dominant, that’s all that happens.”

“I understand,” she felt embarrassed for saying those words. Has the king ever said anything to you about him liking someone?

—Do you mean by that someone?

— No…

— I know you like the king — the poor girl could no longer feel more embarrassed. Your look when you are next to him is not that of someone who is simply looking for brotherly affection.

“I didn’t think it would show that much.” He covered his cheeks. I just like being with him… he’s a great alpha and the fact that he always listens to me makes me like him more and more.

—You are very noticeable when you are with the king—the beta cocked his head—. Your eyes shine much brighter and you don’t know how to fully control your pheromones.

“I’m learning,” she said sincerely. Before, I had no knowledge of how I could control myself.

— Little by little you are going to learn how to control your hormones to such a point that you can look like a beta —that caught the omega’s attention— Omegas have that quality of being able to hide their smell when they are afraid, they do this very rarely because not everyone can do it, but I assure you that with some practice you will be able to make your smell zero to others.

“I must practice,” he nodded in agreement. Another question, do you think I have a chance to be with the king?

—That’s something I’ll leave up to you —Dayana pouted—. I don’t know anything about what the king wants to do to him.

“I understand.” His shoulders slumped. Has she ever fallen in love with someone?

“Not that I know of,” he said thoughtfully. I have always been with the king, I was even in the carriage when they brought you. You looked like a little lamb that was going to be killed if you made a move.

—I didn’t know anyone—he fell on the bed. It’s been two months now, and I don’t have much confidence that sometimes I think it’s a bad idea… that I’ll fall hard on the floor if I keep going like this.” He clicked his tongue. Do you think I should stay out of it?

– Of course not. You have earned the king’s trust at the cost of your affection and gratitude.

“Lucy said she had many privileges being here with the king.” He rested her cheek on the palm of his hand. I would like to know where that woman came from.

— Her parents are very rich, those guys don’t mess around and believe me, you’re not going to want to mess with her… she’s very capricious.

“I know,” she stated.

—It was a gift for the king, because she wanted to be close… it’s like her platonic love. “The king had s*x with her a few times,” he confessed, making her youngest’s face look dissatisfied. She was twice as old as her former lovers and she already thought she was the queen of the world because of that.

“I would feel that way too,” she said sincerely. “The king is the most beautiful man of all.” She opened her arms. Everything there is in him is love, strength, intelligence, beauty, wisdom… Did I already say love?

“Yes, about two hundred times,” they both laughed. It is obvious that you have a lot of affection for the king, and I imagine that you want him with a brother.

“Of course I love him like the brother I could never have from her,” she put her hands behind her head. Thiago is a man who has a good heart and treats all of us who live in the palace with a big family. And we still treat him like that, but with more respect for being our king.

“Say no more,” he looked at her with sympathy. You better sleep. Remember that you cannot leave your room at this time and that the guards are in the hallways to take care of you.

“I know, have a nice night,” she said goodbye with a wave of her hands. I have to do some things before I go to sleep.

— I know, sleep well and thank you for listening to me, Simón.

The alpha looked at her with a small smile and then went towards the exit where she found the king leaning against one of the walls looking at a fixed point on the wall in front of him. The way he was, he heard everything he talked to the little omega.

—How much did he listen?

“From the beginning,” he answered, without looking at him. Every night, I come to see if he is sleeping or if he has nightmares.

– We walk? —Simon pointed down the hallway—. What kind of nightmares?

—He only says the name of his father, and tonight I just checked what he means by those dreams —the alpha intertwined his fingers behind his back—. Why didn’t you stop her when you realized I was there?

— Dayana is a very naive girl, my lord — the beta shook his head —. She would never say the name of the person who hurt her, because she has spent her entire life being domesticated by her father.

“I know,” he licked her lips. “Thank you for talking to her.”

— For me it has been a pleasure.

More days passed and things in the southern castle were more than calm. Summer was at its peak, causing farmers to use more water on their crops due to the drought. Dayana was sitting under the same tree as always, cooling herself with a hand fan and with a lemonade that of course Simón had given her.

“I finally see you without the king and his guardian being near you all the time.” Lucy squatted in front of her. I would have liked to end your life while you were sleeping, but right now I don’t care who can see me or not.

– What are you talking about?

—Since you arrived at this castle, the only thing I have been able to see is the look of contempt that the king has towards me—the beta looked at her in a threatening manner and with the desire to kill her—. Now, I’ll take care of taking out the trash myself.

— Don’t say things that you might later regret. The king has no owner.

—The king is mine!

“No, he’s not her.” She closed the book she had taken from the library. “He is not an object you can have.” She took the glass and stood up. You better get used to always seeing me near the king, because if you do something to me. Everyone will know it was you.