The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 233: Before Another Wave (1)

In the past week, it wasn’t like Arren wasn’t doing anything and was only watching everything from the sidelines. Although, due to some circumstances, he wasn’t truly allowed to be seen in public much for safety purposes, Arren still made sure he contributed in some way that he could.

Aside from making sure Spade wasn’t overworking himself, he also donated a significant amount to the families while accompanying Spade to their funerals. He knew that money couldn’t mend the wound that the incident left the families, but it was the least he could do that was within his ability.

And regarding his condition, Arren still continued talking with Ms. M while they also planned to prepare him to undergo a hypnosis session. It was somehow risky for him to open his deepest memories because of how strong his defenses were. According to Ms. M, since his subconscious refused to acknowledge these memories, that could only mean that these were terrifying memories that might break him.

Arren might not be sure if the shadow signified him or the real Arren, but regardless of the answer, both affected him equally in this life. Spade was also hesitant but supported whatever Arren decided in the end.

"I feel like I’m the only one that’s useless," Arren muttered weakly, leaning lazily on the couch. Because he was weak and posed so many risks, he couldn’t help but help Spade when he openly told the alpha he wanted to share the burdens together.

"I don’t think you are," Rave refuted. When Arren lifted his head to look at him, he swallowed the response he was about to utter, seeing the omega’s serious expression.

He had always thought that even then, Rave’s serious expression, despite his gentle-looking face, was sometimes quite intimidating. So he was always awkward to him before; he had such an unapproachable aura in him that even Arren was having a hard time getting through, even with his shamelessness.

"You’re even stronger than most people I know," Rave continued with the same expression across his face. As Arren observed him, he couldn’t see that the omega was only consoling him, and it seemed he was telling him what he really thought.

"Why do you think so?" Arren asked. The atmosphere between them was still comfortable, even with the problem hanging over their heads.

Rave also leaned on the couch and lowered his head to look Arren in the eye. "You’re one of the prime targets of the organization, and yet you never succumb to fear. Arren, you’re far stronger than you think."

Stunned, Arren blinked and fell silent for a moment.

"I’m affected; it looked like I’m not, but I’m also afraid. But, this is also the reason that I can’t do anything because I’m always needed to be protected." Arren grumbled, sighing since he understood his circumstances. "Like a damn damsel in distress," he added.

"You don’t need to be active in the frontlines to do something."

"Like?" Arren was unconvinced.

For some inexplicable reason, Rave’s eyes softened, and a corner of his lips curled up. "A good support is always needed."

Arren’s safety alone was akin to letting those around him, such as Spade, keep their rationality. And in this situation, that was something they needed.

Arren’s lips twitched. He couldn’t understand how that was enough to say he contributed to sharing everyone’s burden. Whatever, since he wasn’t needed on the frontlines, what would he do there, anyway? He only needed to behave and keep himself off the trouble for everyone’s sanity.

The next day, Rave had already left, so Arren didn’t have anyone he could play with again. He couldn’t even play his favorite game since he was getting pissed off at random teammates again, so he sat on the balcony of the drawing room and looked outside with a solemn expression.

He was bored, but what could he do? Spade was busy because of the counterattack that was happening at the moment in Ford Domain. And just earlier, the chaos had already spread to various small countries after numerous incidents of alphas that went berserk, leading to some omegas and betas having unusual reactions.

It was similar to what happened back then at the Moonlight Festival, but the most alarming thing was that the drug seemed to have improved significantly as the authorities had a hard time arresting the berserk alphas as though their instincts had further awakened. They already knew how to fight back, and they were not only muddled by and overwhelmed by their ruts as they looked for someone to mate with.

Arren saw the videos, and that was truly terrifying; they seemed to have the animalistic features of their nature consume their minds. One might think that this evolution was something inclined to what the final product the lunatic leader hoped to achieve.

"This is insanity," Arren muttered, furious at the Marquis but fearing him at the same time.

He leaned back in his seat, letting the sun warm him, and closed his eyes. Even when he was alone, he could say that it somehow relaxed his mind whenever he let the small peace envelope him.

Suddenly, his eyes abruptly opened, and he was reminded that this was the day his father would visit him. Because of the war, and being in the royal faction, his father was also so busy that he didn’t have enough time to visit Arren.

Arren stood and stretched his limbs. Should I exercise some time? He shrugged and only took note of it. Before he left the drawing room and went inside their room to wear something more presentable.

Since it was almost lunch, Arren had always made sure Spade was eating well as he visited him so they could eat together, even cooking some dishes with him if he had the time. The alpha, seeing his efforts, didn’t let his efforts go to waste and ate with him.

He strolled the hallways leading to the room they were using as a monitor room in the palace. It was still the same, solemn atmosphere. It seemed the gloomy surroundings had somewhat faded in this part of the empire. Aside from the Ford Domain, if one looked on the internet, most places and domains in the empire weren’t affected yet, as they still lived peacefully.

Who knew when this would last?

As he was walking at his pace and already in the intersection, a royal attendant almost bumped into him after she emerged from the side. Fortunately, Arren stopped in time, so they didn’t bump into each other.

He stared at the royal attendant, as did the woman. And when she seemed to recognize him, she bowed respectfully before apologizing.

"Young Master, I’m sorry. I’m not looking in my way and almost bumped into you." Although he spoke low and respectfully, Arren sensed something was off. Although, he couldn’t pinpoint it then. Aside from he wasn’t mad, Arren was also focusing his mind on what dish he should cook for Spade this time.

Perhaps, because he was in the palace, Arren seemed to put his guard down subconsciously.

Arren smiled and responded to her. "It’s nothing. I’m also dozing off, so I didn’t hear your footsteps." He then laughed as though joking, but come to think of it, he really didn’t hear any footsteps, right?

"I’m really sorry, Young Master." The woman still bowed her head and kept on apologizing, and when she lifted her hand as though she wanted to touch Arren’s arm, Arren instinctively moved his hand away to avoid the woman’s hand.

The woman seemed taken aback as well, but she clasped her hands and apologized again.

Arren could only force a smile and shake his head. "It’s fine; no one gets hurt, so I’m cool."

He was already getting uncomfortable. Was it because he never interacted with royal attendants that much that he was getting this feeling?

Before she could continue apologizing and thinking of the time, Arren cut short the conversation and bid goodbye.

"Don’t think so much. I’ll get going." Arren nodded at her. He subconsciously thought to lean over and look at the woman’s face, but he held himself back. With another nod at her, Arren turned and continued on his pace.

He still heard the woman apologize again until he was already a few distance away. Arren pursed his lips and frowned. Why was he getting this somehow familiar yet uncomfortable feeling with that girl? As he traced his chin to think of where this was coming from, he stopped and turned his head to look where the woman was standing. But she wasn’t there anymore.

Arren stared in that direction for a moment while pondering, but nothing came to mind. Thinking of the time, he shrugged and continued to the kitchen. It wasn’t like he knew all the royal attendants in this palace.

Putting it in the back of his mind, Arren went back to contemplating what to cook.

Just in time for lunch, Arren finished cooking and prepared it to be delivered and served in the room beside the monitor room, where they usually eat together.

While he went to his busy alpha.