The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 51: Planning and Call

Arren only stayed in the palace for about two hours before returning home. Unfortunately, because it was inconvenient for Spade to leave the palace at the time, he did not personally send Arren home, instead entrusting his safety to Levin.

He wasn’t as clingy, either, because he was aware of their identities, particularly Spade’s. Even so, his lips couldn’t stop smiling. They already confirmed their relationship, so, fuck, he was officially taken! Arren would smile like an idiot every time he remembered their kiss and confession.

Arren still finds it surreal to finally have a special someone close to his heart after not experiencing romance for over thirty years in both of his lifetimes. Wow, so that was really how it was. Now he understood how love could sometimes change people’s perspectives on life.

Like now, Arren was extremely busy squeezing his memory and brain cells for the details that he knew in the storyline. Since he was part of the storm anyway, why would he need to be passive? Even after all those years of running away, he never imagined he’d still end up in this situation. Was this the fate of transmigrators like him, to be busybodies?

He would, however, adhere to his principle. That unless his intervention was required, Arren would not make any obvious changes, especially for the protagonists. That was their problem!

Arren really wanted to be a little extra, okay? If not for Spade, the incident that night, and the truth about his mother’s death, why would he concern himself? So, Rave and Levin should just trust their protagonist halo; Arren didn’t have time to care about them. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

It wasn’t him being a total jerk. In the first place, they were not that close. Part of it was also because he was afraid of the butterfly effect of changing the storylines and not knowing what would happen. Arren’s memories were incomplete, to begin with, and the few details that remained would be useless if so much had changed.

Arren sat cross-legged in the chair, gripping the pen and staring at the notebook. He frowned and shifted his gaze to the side, tracing the mini calendar with his fingers. "So, the major event is two months away?" he mumbled.

The major event was only about the Moonlight Festival, which was Spade’s first real appearance in the novel. Arren was only concerned with anything in Spade’s storyline, which he was now a part of, and anything in the protagonists’ scenes, unless their scenes had anything to do with them, in which case Arren would look into it.

In all honesty, what happened to the protagonist didn’t really matter to him, so why would Arren bother himself? Their love story, their problem.

"January 17," Arren scribbled in his notebook as he whispered it. He even drew a circle around it and the calendar as well. The massive berserk alphas in public, which also caused a lot of unmarked omegas to go into an unexpected heat.

Arren squinted as he tapped the tip of his pen in the notebook, marking the organization’s first appearance in the Empire. That was also broadcast on television, and it quickly became a scandal, a stain on Empire’s reputation.

"Fuck, I need to stop this. I love this scene when I read it because Spade’s appearance in this scene was so cool, but if this happened now, the organization’s plan to mock my alpha’s reign would succeed. No way in hell, you assholes will not succeed this time." Arren scribbled a bunch of notes that only he understood. The tip of the pen almost ripped the page.

This organization truly believed they would be the only ones in the dark; however, Arren was about to enter the game as well. This time, his hatred for this organization was personal, both for him and for the mother he had never met because the organization had killed her.

Arren narrowed his eyes as he stared at the name of the organization, trying to recall anything about the mastermind behind it. Yet, a few moments later, he cursed. Why couldn’t he remember anything? Was he the only flawed transmigrator in the book, to the point where the plot was forgotten?

"If only I hadn’t forgotten," he sighed, "then my problem would be solved, but this unknown danger is seriously keeping me awake at night." Arren shook his head, "whatever, I’ll just take note of anything I still know about them— Wait," he widened his eyes as something came to mind.

Arren immediately scribbled something in his notebook as if he didn’t want to forget about it. "Fuck, how did I forget about that annoying liaison?"

With gritted teeth, he wrote the liaison’s pseudonym, Curt. That was not enough, and he even added the real name, Tuck Cordova.

The character who was almost cursed by all of the readers in the first part of the novel. The reason? He knew how to fucking escape! He was like a mouse and a cat at the same time. Hiding like a mouse and having nine lives. When you thought he was truly dead this time, he’d miraculously escape and survive, reappearing in the following Chapters. So fucking annoying.

"No, this asshole is a cockroach!" said Arren, shaking his head.

A liaison who was always enticing customers into the clubs, particularly noble youths from lower nobility. As he was someone who was always in the clubs and bars, he could access a lot of gossip and news quite easily. His sense of danger was one of the best in the novel. When Levin or some of Spade’s men was almost in his ass, Curt would sense it and escape in a hair’s breadth.

If not for Spade baiting himself, then Curt would never be captured. No, not this time. Arren swore this bastard’s doom was faster this time, so why would he let his boyfriend be the bait once more? That was really a shame for him as a transmigrator!

Furthermore, if they captured Curt early on, the possibility of Arren’s knowledge could be filled in with information obtained from Curt. This bastard was too slippery; Arren needed to keep a close eye on him.

Well, speaking of Curt, Arren’s movements stopped. As he looked at the name in his paper, something clicked again. "Don’t tell me this jerk was also the one who offered that drug to Ashton?"

He pondered. His phoenix eyes glinted a few seconds later. There was such a possibility! He glared at the name and scribbled the words.

"I will make sure you don’t get a good end. Let’s see if your undead halo still has an effect on you this time," Arren maliciously murmured. He’d seriously tip Spade on this and tell him everything about this cockroach— his fingers stopped again.

Arren calmed down. "How can I tell any of these to Spade without raising suspicion?"

Not like Arren could just give all this information out of nowhere and say, "Trust me, it’s real," right?

Arren grimaced at the thought. Even though the alpha liked him, he hadn’t become stupid enough to believe everything Arren said. It had to be with proofs and something that didn’t come out of thin air.

Fuck, another problem! Arren set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. "Can I just ask him to let me help with the investigation?" Arren shook his head. "I’m sure Spade would flatly refuse my request. Just meeting with Ashton for ten minutes was difficult enough, let alone being a part of the investigation."

Arren sighed, wondering how he could possibly assist and provide information that didn’t appear suspicious. He clasped his hand as he rested both of his elbows on the desk, trying to come up with a solution. Damn, his brain cells had to work overtime once more. Being a busybody was sure a hard task to do.

He sighed once more, remembering how much he missed being a pretty extra who didn’t have to think about anything. Arren closed his eyes as he pondered. A few moments later, his eyes opened abruptly. As if enlightenment had dawned on him, his eyes twinkled.

"Damn, why do I need to think so hard? Can’t I just use my charms to persuade Spade? I’m sure if I tried hard enough, my alpha would agree, right?" Arren laughed. Why would he need to complicate things?

Arren smiled sheepishly as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Heh, he’d call Spade right now. Arren rose from his seat and went in search of his phone. As soon as he found his phone, he dialed Spade’s number. Of course, the name of the alpha in his phone had now changed.

Arren sat on the edge of his bed, his back against the bedpost, staring at the screen. Since, he video called Spade this time. When they were face to face, the feeling intensified... okay, he just wanted to see his alpha’s face.

As he waited for the call, his smile remained on his face. He didn’t have to wait long before an image appeared on his screen. Arren’s smile vanished as he gasped and almost cursed.

Fuck, why so fucking sexy? Spade in his hair down as a few droplets of water dripped down his face and the collarbones, while Arren couldn’t see anything beside the alpha’s face he knew at least Spade was without a shirt.

Arren’s words left him as his mind blank, he only stared at his screen. Though confused, Spade, on his screen, spoke first.

"It’s late. Why are you still up?" His deep voice, which was already husky, aggravated the situation.

The hell? Was Arren the one gonna seduce Spade in this call or the other way around?