The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 207: Ultimatum (2)

After their heartfelt confessions of love for each other, they passionately kissed again, showing it through their actions. And because of it, the ignited passion was enough to submerge them in another surge of desire.

They only did it once in the bathroom, under the water that fell and ran on their bodies. The two lovers made love with the same intensity that only grew each time.

It was almost deep in the night when they finished, Arren wore a robe as he slumped his body on the bed, lying on his stomach. His chin rested on Spade’s lap, and the alpha dried his hair.

His eyes were shut, and he was almost sleepy from this atmosphere. For the past few hours, Arren really couldn’t think of anything else other than Spade. That was obvious since he was lost in pleasure and his mind was even almost empty, letting all the sensations that he was feeling overwhelm his entire being.

"Are you asleep?" Despite his comfortable and almost hazy state, Arren could still hear Spade just fine. He laughed at the question and opened his eyes.

"Yes, I’m already asleep," he answered playfully. He moved, albeit slowly since his back and lower body were still in pain, and looked up at Spade, clinging to his body.

Arren became clingier after they made love; he always had the impression that Spade was warmer and more affectionate after. Although he had always loved to feel spoiled.

Spade, who stopped and put down the blower, focused on him and pinched his cheek. "Are you not sleepy yet? Or do you want to eat?" He whispered and inquired.

As they were already fooling around with each other when Arren arrived and they met, both of them hadn’t had dinner yet. Spade could not eat dinner, but even if Arren could do the same, he still wanted the omega to eat.

"No, it’s fine." Arren, now sitting in Spade’s lap, shook his head. "I ate a lot of things outside, and I’m still full."

They tried some of the foods they came across, with Arren almost gobbling food all day long. Some of them were mere snacks, but combined, all of them could already be a meal.

As he thought of this, a lopsided grin appeared on his lips. "Not to mention, I’m already filled so much earlier."

There was a pause, and Arren then huffed a laugh. Spade’s reactions were sometimes too epic for him to handle. How could the Alpha be so cute and sexy at the same time? freēwēbηovel.c૦m

With a fond yet helpless smile, Spade slapped his ass again, "Then, let’s sleep." The alpha narrowed his eyes and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Don’t do anything funny, now. Let’s rest first."

Arren, who was really intending to still flirt with the alpha, could only shut his mouth and pout. How unfair, why Spade expected him to behave if the alpha was too sexy to resist? How?

However, he was already tugged by his waist, and in no time at all, Arren was caged in Spade’s arms, a quilt draped over their bodies. The pheromones that were calming surrounded him; it was the familiar scent of the sheets that he always smelled each night as he stayed in this room.

All the words that he wanted to say were all forgotten. He scooted closer to the alpha, closing his eyes and taking in the familiar warmth.

How he missed this. More than anything else, how he missed Spade so much. Entangled with each other, breathing and brushing each other, they fell silent.

"Good night, Spade," Arren spoke despite the dreamland that was about to engulf him.

In his sleepy state, he still felt the way Spade tightened his embrace, kissed him in the head, and answered, "Mm, sweet dreams, Arren."

Arren’s lips curled in the warmth before he fell asleep.

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The next day, Arren woke up in the room alone and only saw the note that was put atop the bedside table.

’I’m sorry, I need to be in the assembly this morning. I don’t want to wake you up, It read.

Arren chuckled. "Spade is so considerate! He didn’t need to leave a note, though. I can understand," he mumbled, despite the fact that he was also extremely satisfied to read the note the alpha left behind.

With another read, Arren put it back again, and he went to the bathroom so he could prepare for the day. He was already in the palace, and Arren had to make sure he was presentable at all times.

Except, of course, if he only wanted to stay in their room, otherwise, he might meet some nobles inside when he strolled around the vicinity. Before, when they hadn’t been announced as lovers yet, Arren needed to be more careful where he wanted to go because he was afraid of being recognized.

Now, he didn’t have such a fuss anymore, and he could go wherever he wanted to. given that it was still appropriate, of course.

Arren looked at himself in the mirror and nodded after he was done. He picked up his phone first, his brows arched up. "It’s already eleven," he muttered. He was a bit stunned, but not for long.

He was really exhausted yesterday, from that date with Rave and then the night exercise with Spade, so it was expected he would wake up late. Arren stretched his body; his lower back was still a bit painful, but it was much more bearable.

Sitting in bed, Arren browsed his phone. He didn’t know if Rave had already returned to the palace, so he was hesitant to contact him. Arren stayed in the palace, but he actually only knew one royal attendant personally, and that was Rave.

Since the Omega always prepared anything for him, like his real personal attendant, Arren didn’t know who to contact this time. He licked his lips and rubbed his stomach which was now grumbling.

What should he do? Should he call Spade? But the alpha was busy at this time; he didn’t want to disturb him. After pondering his choices, Arren decided to find the kitchen and took the initiative.

While the alpha might say he could just order the royal attendants for anything, Arren thought he was not yet a royal or the empress to do that. Spade’s ordering others for him was different from Arren’s ordering the royal attendants himself.

Royal attendants, as they were called, were the servants of the royal family, and only members of the royal family could order them, as they were in essence quite different and higher than the servants of noble houses.

After he decided, Arren held his phone and left the room. The monarch’s bedroom was located much deeper in the palace and was also so secluded that only a few could enter, so he didn’t come across anyone when he was walking in a certain direction.

In this part of the palace, Arren was already familiar, as he was always staying there for the duration of his stay and hiding from everyone’s eyes. However, it was also some form of protection.

He hummed a song and walked at his own pace until he left the perimeter and entered a gazebo that may lead to another hallway again. It was truly like a fucking maze that Arren, who was bad at the direction, might get lost in.

While it was called a palace, it wasn’t like it was only one big palace either, but a series of palaces that may be connected or far away from each other.

Arren was still rather carefree at first, even bumping into some royal attendants and smiling at them as he continued, before he found out that he was really... lost.

He didn’t even know where he was at this point; he might as well have seen the boundary wall or the gate of the palace. Arren wanted to go to the kitchen, but where that was, he didn’t have the slightest fucking clue either.

His footsteps stopped, and he frowned and raised his head to roam his eyes around. "I can just ask someone, right? Damn, I should’ve asked those I met earlier!" Arren muttered in regret and frustration.

It was now afternoon, and the sun shone brightly in the skies, warming him up and, yes, making him even more stressed as sweat formed on his forehead. Arren cursed and ran to take a shed; he couldn’t even see anyone, and there were only greens everywhere. What the hell? He didn’t know this palace was even the size of their district.

The heck! Was he even still in the palace or not? He took a deep breath and walked in another direction. In any case, complaining wouldn’t lead him anywhere. And he didn’t believe that he couldn’t meet anyone if he continued walking again or that someone was really pranking him if that happened. Where have those guards and attendants gone?

Seriously, though, Arren never thought about how big the palace was before or how dizzying it was to navigate the hallways. He was always in the other half of the palace and hadn’t toured the whole place yet.

But yeah, he would always blame himself for being bad at the direction.

As Arren was walking, he finally heard some voices. He almost shouted that he resisted, fortunately. His hunger was now killing him; he needed food, right now.

Silently, fighting the urge to run, Arren increased his pace instead and approached where the people were talking. When he was already so close to them that he recognized one of the voices, it was Levin.