Chapter 3: Whose horse are running
Silas's POV
I froze there because I had no idea what to do. I was smiling at the lady, but my smile was strange—it was fake. While looking at the lady, I shifted my gaze forward.
The king was staring directly at me. Did he already figure out that I'm from the enemy pack?
Just by looking into his eyes, I could hear the thudding of my own heart—I was that scared.
But I had to get out of here first; I would think about the rest later. Just as I was about to get off the bed, I felt the lady's hand on mine. I immediately looked at her.
"Thank you for helping me, but I think I should go back now." But even if I left, where would I go? If I returned to my pack, I'd have to face Ciel and Zarek, which I definitely didn't want.
"Where do you think you're going? Your head injury hasn't healed yet." The lady said in a very sweet tone, making it impossible for me to get off the bed, so I stayed sitting there.
Suddenly, the door swings open, drawing everyone's attention. A slender figure steps inside—an omega. A delicate frame, fair white skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
He was dressed in an oversized black shirt and black shorts, which were hidden under the length of the shirt, making it seem as though he was wearing only the shirt. The omega truly looked like an angel.
Why didn't the Moon Goddess make me like that? If she had, Zarek would have never betrayed me.
For the first time, I was seeing such a beautiful and cute omega. But I couldn't deny feeling a little jealous that I wasn't as attractive as him. That's why I couldn't take my eyes off him.