The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 57: Club Adventures (5)

Spade carefully sat in the car, still not letting go of Arren in his arms. So, even if it was slightly cramped for them, Arren ended up sitting on Spade’s lap in the backseat.

Arren then rested his head on Spade’s shoulders while the alpha’s arms were wrapped around him and he slightly stroked them for a bit. After a moment of silence, Spade finally gave his order to the waiting driver.

"To the palace," he said, and the driver instantly complied.

It was also already late at night, and his foot hurt so bad that Arren didn’t have time to flirt with Spade, so he concentrated on enduring the pain.

Even though he wanted to fall asleep, he couldn’t since it was truly throbbing so much. At some point, Arren had already bit his lips and clenched his teeth so he wouldn’t make a sound, even though he really wanted to just cry from how painful it was.

With his little attention, he still managed to hear Spade talking on the phone and calling for a doctor urgently. As each passing second passed, the pain increased.

Spade was already holding his hand and letting him vent, and he gripped that hand tightly. Sweat bullets also began to appear on his forehead, which the alpha wiped for him.

That trip was like forever for Arren; he already had the illusion that his foot seemed too heavy and tight or something like that. He’d been through a lot worse in his previous life. However, that was already a long time ago; it had been a while since Arren was injured in his current life.

It also helped that Spade was there and whispering reassuring words to him; it might not seem like much, but it was already a big help from him. And after who knows how many hours of travel for Arren, they finally reached the palace.

Spade quickly got out of the car with Arren, although he made sure to be careful and not hit the head or the swollen foot of the omega in his arms.

Carrying Arren in his arms, Spade hurried without bothering with the attendants and guards that were with him. It was already night, and this entrance was only for the Emperor, and even if some rats escaped their net, he didn’t need to bother with those himself.

He was only concerned with Arren at this time, and everything else could wait. Spade’s pace increased, and he was practically running at this point to finally reach his room; the omega had long begun trembling, and he seemed to already be having a slight fever.

It pained him to see Arren like this, but he couldn’t do anything but let the omega feel his presence and know that he was there for him.

Spade harshly kicked the door of his room, and the people that followed him were all startled. He didn’t mind them and entered his room.

"Where is the doctor?" he said with much impatience and urgency in his tone. He didn’t bother with any formality at this point. Arren needed to be treated immediately.

The situation was obviously urgent, and the doctor that was present treated Arren without wasting time. Spade sat at the edge of the bed and held his omega in his arms.

He wanted to put Arren to bed, but the other didn’t want to let go of him, and he could only resort to this. In the first place, they would only need to treat his right foot.

It was even more convenient this way.

After giving Arren some pain relievers that could be taken with or without food, at Spade’s request,

The doctor examined Arren’s foot for a moment before starting his treatment, and since his foot had been moved, Arren could only grunt in pain with the sudden movement.

"It’s fine, you’ll be fine," Spade assured quietly as he kissed the omega’s temple.

Arren subconsciously nodded and could only grip Spade’s hand much tighter this time, enduring only when the doctor was already bandaging his foot.

"Young Master has a foot fracture. However, to fully determine the extent of the injury, it is best that His Majesty take him to the hospital for further examination," she informed and stood up.

"I also advised icing it for fifteen to twenty minutes at a time, then repeating every two hours or so to reduce swelling."

Spade nodded and took note of it. The doctor still gave a few reminders before she asked for permission to take her leave. It didn’t take long for the ice pack to be prepared, and they were the only ones left in the room.

"Can I put you in bed for a moment?" Spade’s deep voice woke him up from his trance; he wasn’t asleep, just dazed.

Arren glanced at the alpha and those gentle amber eyes before he nodded. Since the painkiller was already taking effect, the pain was gradually receding.

Spade carefully laid Arren down in the bed, putting the omega’s foot in his lap as he began to ice it. His movement was gentle and attentive enough not to press the ice pack tightly to Arren’s foot.

Arren stared at the alpha, being slightly enchanted by this image of Spade for a moment. Somehow, the atmosphere between them was really intimate. It was the sensation that convinced him they were a couple.

This small moment once in a while was nice, too. His foot was still slightly painful, but it was already bearable for him. They stayed in that position, with Arren only watching Spade and the alpha focusing on icing his foot. It was such a comfortable silence.

"Does it still hurt?" Spade inquired after a moment of silence.

Arren hummed, "But it’s not much now," he answered, in a tone with a hint of drowsiness.

Spade raised his head and glanced at him, their eyes meeting. For a moment, Arren saw an expression that he had yet to see flash in the alpha’s eyes.

"What’s wrong?" He couldn’t help but ask.

The alpha averted his gaze and looked at Arren’s foot, gently stroking the bandaged foot as if afraid that he would be hurt.

"I just... I’m sorry. This happened because I couldn’t protect you enough; I even let go of your hand." Spade answered, also in a hushed tone. His deep voice was a bit hoarse, and the guilt couldn’t be concealed within.

The corner of Arren’s eyes heated up; he wanted to hug the alpha, but he couldn’t sit on his own.

"You know that is not your fault. We’re both caught off guard," Arren assured the alpha; he made sure that his tone was gentle and sincere. He didn’t expect that the alpha was already feeling guilty inside because of what had happened.

"Still, I should’ve held you tighter, I... I should’ve tried hard enough to grab your hand and not let go." Spade then responded, still heavy, with his head lowered.

"Then, don’t let go of my hand again. Just... hold me tighter from now on."

With what Arren had said, Spade immediately raised his head and looked at Arren. There was still an inexplicable emotion flickering within. He assured the alpha with a reassuring smile, "I want my answer, my alpha," he said playfully and grinning, trying so hard to liven up the atmosphere.

Spade fell silent first before he finally shook his head and chuckled. "You really know how to move me," he said, continuing to look directly into Arren’s eyes. "I will never... ever let you go."

It seemed to have a double meaning coming from the alpha’s mouth. However, Arren had the same thought. This alpha... was mine. He wasn’t crazy enough to let go of Spade, no?

Fortunately, the heavy atmosphere that had shrouded them earlier had completely vanished, and they became harmonious once more. Spade put Arren’s foot on the top of a pillow since it was better for it to be elevated.

Only a few moments later did Arren realize that he was, in fact, not in his room but in Spade’s bedroom in the palace! He didn’t have enough time to bother paying any attention to his surroundings or their destination earlier since the pain in his foot was almost killing him.

That means... this bed was the alpha’s bed? Well, despite him having naughty thoughts, it wasn’t like he could flirt in his condition. Talk about, wrong timing.

One thing he couldn’t fully marvel that he was in Spade’s room and would be sleeping there because he was already sleepy.

"Spade?" he called and slightly opened his eyes; the alpha was still at the side, doing who knows what that he couldn’t register in his mind. "What are you doing? Let’s sleep..." Arren invited the alpha as he patted the side next to him.

Spade glanced at him and the bed and asked, "Is that okay with you?" He confirmed, which made Arren chuckle. Why did his alpha always ask this of him when he was clearly the one inviting him?

Whatever, they were both virgins in the romance department, so he could understand him a bit. They had so much time to explore that area, so Arren wasn’t that desperate.

"Of course, come on. I want to sleep beside you," he said, in a slightly coquettish tone, and waited.

The alpha was hesitant at first before relenting and lying down beside Arren in the bed. Their position couldn’t be so intimate because of Arren’s foot, but it was already enough to pillow his head in Spade’s arms while being pressed together.

They remained silent, as if already asleep. Arren’s heartbeat was pounding, and yet he was strangely comfortable in the serene atmosphere. The alpha’s pheromones were giving him so much security that he only wanted to envelope himself in them.

Arren couldn’t resist anymore and quickly fell asleep. He leaned his head against Spade’s chest.

Spade cast a glance at Arren and stared at him for a few seconds before his gaze softened and he affectionately kissed the omega’s forehead.

"Sleep tight, my omega."

Embracing Arren securely in his arms, he soon also fell asleep.