The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 236: Birthday Heat (1)

His heat was indeed coming soon this month, and Arren had never taken any heat suppressants since being together with Spade. It wasn’t necessary anymore, as he already had his alpha to spend his heats with.

Omega heats came three times a year and happened once every four months. He had his heat in January, so he would have his heat this month of May. It just so happened that this was also his birthday month, and Arren wasn’t hoping for a big party; he’d never had one in years, much less in a situation like they were in.

They already spent their heat and rut with each other, but both came somehow unexpected, and Arren thought they might prepare more this time around. He was a dominant omega, so his heats were destined to be worse and longer than the normal omegas.

It wasn’t just about sex either, as they could do it without being under the influence of heat or rut, but there were more heats that they had to prepare themselves for. Arren tended to be far more careless when he was in heat because of his instincts, and the most important one was making sure no accident would happen.

During heat, there was the highest chance he could get pregnant, after all.

At what he said, Spade seemed stunned for a moment as a realization slowly dawned on him. He was so focused on the war and its aftermaths these past few days that it was already good that he still remembered Arren’s birthday, but his heat completely slipped his mind.

At this point, Arren could understand, so he needed to remind him.

"Right, your heat..." Spade muttered, looking at the omega. For some reason, he looked to be in a daze as he spoke. His throat bobbed as though it were difficult to swallow as he touched Arren’s jaw, tracing it ever so slightly. "I’ll prepare right away," he said in a deep and hurried voice, his eyes sparkling with some emotion.

Arren, who had his jaw traced in such a manner by the alpha, was unable to respond for a moment, as though he had forgotten what he was about to say. Once he recovered slightly and composed himself, his eyes fluttered softly, and the corners glinted and curved as he laughed.

"It’s still early to prepare." Even though he said that he was really happy inside as his heart throbbed in a way that showed his anticipation and joy.

Spade rubbed his cheek and shook his head. "Last time, I wasn’t with you in your pre-heat. I don’t want you to suffer being alone, and I’ll make sure I’m with you this time."

It was indeed the case, as Arren also didn’t know his heat was coming since it came suddenly, so he was unprepared. He wouldn’t even know he was already in pre-heat if he didn’t awaken from his instincts and noticed something was wrong with him.

And Spade had arrived when his heat was closed to erupting any moment, or it might as well be considered it already did. That time, it was Arren’s first time experiencing a heat; he would never count the heat under the influence of drugs, so he was too stupid not to notice the signs earlier on.

Arren didn’t hide his joy this time and smiled widely, as he openly embraced the alpha. He was really thankful he was blessed with such an alpha who always cherishes him and treats him the best.

"Okay," he whispered with a smile, tightening his hold around the alpha’s neck and burying his face in his chest. "I also want to spend every moment of my heat with you."

Heats wasn’t something that all omegas were thankful about; to most, it was even more than a pain in the ass and a literal suffering. Omegas were vulnerable around this time; they were overwhelmed by their instincts to submit to an alpha and their desire to mate.

It was even hell for those omegas that were powerless, as they were easily taken advantage of. No matter how much this world treasured omegas, these things wouldn’t disappear as a dark side of reality.

This was all the more reason that he was grateful; Arren knew just how lucky he was. His life was indeed something that any omega hoped to have, not only because of Spade but even because of his father, who loved him dearly.

After their talk, Spade had to go back, and Arren, with some reluctance, had to let him go. He was aware of just who his lover was; he was also a monarch who shouldered the fate of an empire with him and its citizens.

And also in time, his father had arrived, so perhaps it was also a consideration from the alpha, as the father and son could talk much more comfortably without his presence.

"Father!" Arren immediately enveloped his father with a big and tight hug. "I missed you so much." At once he became a big spoiled brat again. But he really missed his father, whom he had not seen much these days.

Duke Evan, who was suddenly hugged by his precious son, was taken aback at first, but his eyes grew warm. Still, he scoffed and pretended that he was sulking, yet his eyes remained bright and happy to see his son.

"I don’t believe you. You said you missed me, but it appears you’re enjoying your stay in the place and have forgotten this father of yours." The Duke then sighed, "When a child really has a lover, they already forget their parents."

Arren withdrew but only lifted his head while still embracing his father. He pouted and suddenly felt guilty, but he still spoke with such righteousness that he knew his father couldn’t resist.

"Dad, I really missed you! And how can I forget you? You’re still in my mind and heart every day."

Duke Evan stared at him and his expression of a devoted son, and could only shake his head but slightly pinched his ears. He didn’t expose his son and embrace Arren; he really missed him, as even if he and Spade had already decided for Arren to stay in the place for his safety, the Duke often thought of his son and worried for him each day.

It had been months since, but the Duke was still not used to not seeing his son in their mansion sometimes. However, it was inevitable, as later on, after Arren got married, he would really stay in the palace. So, despite his longing for his son, he was also happy that he got to be with an alpha like Spade who treasured him as he did.

And as he looked at his son, who was obviously happy, Duke Evan’s worries would ease. There was no use if his son wasn’t happy; even if it was the emperor, he would hide his son from him no matter what.

"Dad, are you eating and sleeping well?" Arren asked as soon as they settled in their seats. They decided to sit on the balcony; the weather was fair and comfortable.

The Duke’s heart warmed, and he patted Arren’s hand that was holding his hand. "Don’t worry, son. I’m eating and resting well."

Arren stared and observed his father’s face, as though wanting to know if he was telling the truth. But as he didn’t see any trace of exhaustion in his father’s eyes, he calmed down.

"Dad, don’t overwork yourself, okay?" Arren squeezed Duke Evan’s hand and paused for a moment, only staring at his father, before he continued. "I can’t go outside that much, but Dad visits me often so that I can cook for you again."

He was reminded that it had also been a while since he cooked for his father. In their circumstances, Arren couldn’t go outside or visit his mansion as he pleased because of the chaos. Even if the capital was tightly guarded and there was only a low chance that the organization could do anything funny, there was no guarantee if Arren was in the picture.

However, wasn’t the Moonlight Festival the same? Yet they took a risk, even sacrificing a lot just to take Arren. It was as though the Marquis could go any length so he could get Arren in his hands.

The Duke, who was only easing his mood, still grew conflicted inside. He was mad, but his pain for his son mattered the most every time Arren was before him.

His son wasn’t complaining, but the Duke knew just how much his son enjoyed being outside. To be holed up in the palace, with danger always on his trail, he would never be convinced that Arren wasn’t bored and longed for the outside world.

"Dad?" Arren called for his dad as he seemed to become absentminded and only stared at him with a solemn expression.

At this call, The Duke blinked, exhaled, and somehow sighed dejectedly.

"Son, I’m sorry." Clutching Arren’s hand, the Duke almost choked up on these words.

Arren froze, not knowing why his father had suddenly apologized. He became concerned and even confused as he asked, "Dad, why are you apologizing to me?"

"Son, I’m sorry that you’re in this situation because of your mother." The Duke didn’t know the whole story, nor did he have the opportunity to ask, but somehow he had some resentments, even if he hated these thoughts to his wife, because his son was going through all of these just because of something his wife left.

Arren didn’t deserve it, but even if it was a mistake and his wife didn’t intentionally pull their son into this mess, it was still undoubtedly her fault. And that made The Duke extremely resentful.