Chapter 26: Bloody Year
Once Spade was sure the omega had fallen asleep, his expression darkened and his jaw tightened. The emotions that had been hidden inside of him for so long began to show on his face, and even his pheromones began to seep through. Even the bodyguards standing outside the bedroom stiffened.
Nonetheless, Spade did not allow his emotions to take over. He didn't want the omega to wake up because of his intense pheromones. He inhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on Arren's face. Slowly, his gaze softened, and his other hand, which was not grasped by the omega, caressed Arren's cheeks.
His mind could now carefully consider what Arren had said and recounted about his dreams. He had no idea Arren was hiding his trauma behind his sweet smile, to the point where he was having nightmares.
When Arren was screaming and crying in his sleep earlier, Spade tried everything to wake him up. He could deduce from this that something terrible happened in the nightmare.
He was suddenly resentful of himself for being unable to do anything, but it wasn't too late, and the omega had a very strong personality, leaving him powerless to decide whether this was a good or bad thing. At the very least, not being dependent on others was beneficial in some ways, but Arren should learn to open up more and not struggle alone.
Spade stared at Arren for a moment and watched how he slept peacefully, just a little discomfort and he would wake him up immediately. Fortunately, nothing happened even after half an hour.
Silence reigned until he remembered he hadn't called the Duke, who knew how stressed Duke Katz was right now looking for his son. He took his hand away from Arren's face, pulled his phone from his pocket, and dialed the Duke's number.
He waited patiently, his eyes carefully fixed on Arren before averting his gaze and staring at his front. The amber eyes had already lost the gentle and warm emotions they had given off for the omega and had returned to their usual luster, calm and calculative with a dark hue in them.
There was something about him that even those who didn't know him personally could detect: the air of a powerful ruler. After all, Spade had been on the throne for over a decade. By now, the demeanor of a ruler had been etched into his bones and blood. Not to mention that he was a dominant alpha himself, unquestionably at the top of the food chain.
A few rings after the call was answered. There was some breathing and footsteps on the other end of the line before a greeting voice was heard.
"Your Majesty?" a pause, then the other end sighed, "Sorry, Your Majesty, I made you wait," his tiredness evident in his tone.