The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 224: Game One (4)

Arren glanced at his alpha, his heart wrenching in pain for him. He couldn’t even imagine how he would react if his beloved father suddenly asked him the same question in the future.

"I’m sorry." Amidst the painful silence, Levin’s voice reverberated, evident guilt filling in his tone. Although none of this was his fault, for him, his parents were indeed in the wrong, and it wouldn’t be farfetched for their son to apologize on their behalf.

However, an apology wasn’t the best solution for everyone, certainly not in their current situation.

Spade remained leaning on his table, shutting his eyes, and didn’t respond to Levin. Arren slightly glanced at Levin, meeting his guilty gaze.

Arren exhaled and nodded to him. He honestly didn’t know how to act with Levin after knowing that his father was the leader of the organization that was desperate to capture him for some baffling reason relating to him being the key.

When he saw how miserable the alpha was, these uncomfortable thoughts dissipated instantly. Levin was not to blame for all the things that his parents had done. Arren disagreed with Empress Liviera, even if he understood his feelings. Being the son of murderers doesn’t necessarily mean he is also of the same kind.

For all the years they’ve been apart, Levin has failed to be influenced by their ideals.

Levin also seemed to pause after they made eye contact, and Arren nodded at him. For Arren, the alpha was also apologetic and had not said a word other than a greeting earlier. Arren thought it was because of his family, but now he knew it was mostly because of his father.

Arren scooted closer to Spade and held his hand, clutching them tightly. He didn’t care if there was someone in the room; he wanted to comfort his alpha.

After a while, Spade, who had his eyes closed as though contemplating something but was shrouded in gloom, opened his eyes. He immediately gazed at Levin, but his hand gripped Arren’s hand and interlocked with his. A gesture that didn’t need words.

"Don’t think too much of what happened. You need to focus on your mission first," Spade said, reminding him that while it was tough, he still had to do something important, and being distracted could only lead to failure.

Spade was not being cruel or unfair to the alpha. Levin was not the only one who needed this advice; Spade even more likely said this to himself. Unlike Levin, who had to follow the trails of his parents inside the empire, Spade had a crucial role as a monarch. He was at the center of the command, and any wrong order or decision from him could lead to a string of failures.

Arren watched silently at the side as Levin acknowledged what Spade had said. Without saying anything aside from a few seconds of silence, the alpha nodded and asked his permission to leave. He chased Levin’s back as he walked out of the room; he could only sighed inwardly.

As much as he was worried for Levin, Arren had no time to think about him any longer as he was more concerned for his lover. He had someone he needed to comfort.

They were the only ones inside the room, and with their hands interlocked, they remained leaning on Spade’s office table in silence. After a minute, Arren turned to look at the alpha, who sensed his gaze and also looked at him.

He bit his lips as they trembled, and without saying anything, he had already embraced Spade tightly. He couldn’t stand watching Empress Liviera say those hurtful things to Spade, but he was aware of his position. If it was someone else, Arren might bravely intervened in the conversation, but it was Spade’s parent.

No matter what, he couldn’t rashly insert himself, and Arren only suppressed his feelings inside.

For a split second, Spade was stunned before he relaxed and responded to Arren’s action with a much tighter embrace. This hug lasted for over five minutes, as both comforted each other with their body heat and enveloped each other with their pheromones.

As they slightly pulled apart without their arms wrapping around each other, Arren raised his head and looked up at Spade. He stared at Spade’s face, most particularly at his cheek, which was still visibly red from the Empress’ slap earlier.

He became upset at once. Arren pursed his lips and touched Spade’s cheek carefully. He traced them with his fingers as he also wiped the blood that had dried on Spade’s lips.

"Does it still hurt a lot?" Arren inquired in a hushed tone, obviously worried but also upset. Just by the sound of that slap, he already knew how much force Empress Liviera exerted in that slap.

He knew it was his omega father who hit him, and Spade was also partly at fault, even if he had reasons for not telling the Empress, but Arren still couldn’t help but hold a grudge that he had to slap his lover’s face in front of him!

Spade appeared to read what was on his mind and sensed that he was upset as a trace of a smile now appeared on his lips and his demeanor relaxed significantly. A twinge of amusement flashed in his expression.

He lowered his head and leaned on Arren’s forehead. His heart remained heavy, and what his omega father said before leaving still affected his mood, but Arren always had the means to let him forget all of it for a moment.

For that, he was deeply grateful, and it was not a bad thing to let his omega comfort and dote on him.

The alpha held Arren’s hand that was touching his face and kissed it gently as he stared directly into Arren’s eyes, which made him slightly dizzy, but his ears heated up from this action.

"It still hurts." The alpha answered him in his deep and hoarse voice that seemed even deeper and clearer from this distance,

Arren’s throat from swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"What can I do?" he asked in his hushed tone. "Do you want me to kiss it?" Arren didn’t know if that was cheesy or what an idiot could say, but in front of his lover, he didn’t have to be conscious that much.

At his question, Spade finally couldn’t help but smile.

"You don’t need to kiss it for me."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Arren was perplexed, but that smile instantly made him reassured.

Spade pressed even forward, smiling, and whispered, "You can kiss me here, instead."

And before Arren could respond to ask of where as to tease Spade and act foolish. Spade had already closed their distance and claimed his lips.

There was a taste of blood in this kiss, but it somehow alleviated the worries and anxiety that were in their hearts. For now, knowing they have each other’s backs is more than enough.

After comforting his alpha, they didn’t really have any time to be with each other for longer. Spade was needed in the command center as this night was one of the most important periods in their fight against the organization.

Arren could stay and be with Spade, but he knew something was also prepared for him. In fact, she was already waiting for him. Spade just didn’t bring it up, afraid that he was not ready and that a lot had also happened that he couldn’t start this right away.

While Spade was on his way to their command center in the palace to supervise the ongoing operation, Arren was walking at his own pace to where he always stayed in the palace aside from their room.

Along the way, he was asking himself, was he truly ready for this? Or was this indeed necessary? He never thought of seeking a professional before; this was exactly the reason that he kept silent about the lingering trauma of the failed kidnapping and had to sneak out to do his unorthodox treatment for himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe that this doctor could treat him or let him realize what exactly was wrong with himself. There was no other reason than that he didn’t trust them. For someone who was not used to opening up to others, how could he converse about his mind with strangers? even if they were technically professionals in this area.

However, he knew that a part of him was convinced that prolonging his confusion and acting oblivious to save himself couldn’t last long. Spade was worried. His father was also worried.

Arren had to face this. Awakening his memories that he chose to forget himself would certainly offer certain consequences, but there was always a risk to anything.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and opened the door. As soon as he entered, he caught sight of an old woman sitting calmly on the seat and closing her eyes as though dozing off.

There was a certain calmness radiating from her, even though Arren was still some distance from her seat. The one that was waiting for him, who knew how long ago.

Spade didn’t explicitly tell him of this appointment and only hinted at it first thing in the morning before brushing them off as they had their breakfast. It wasn’t even fixed and was based on Arren’s decision. So, if he chose not to go, then the old woman would certainly wait for nothing until the evening.

Arren paused; he felt a sudden guilt for a moment, but a certain calmness pervaded within him. Suddenly, he had some expectations from this conversation.