All Chapters of Omega Mistress For The Alpha King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

32I came awake slowly to the sound of running water. The ache in my head was barely noticeable now. There was a different but familiar scent around me. I was definitely not in some place I’m used to being. The bed felt different; it was softer and more spacious. I opened my eyes, coming face to face with the unfamiliar surrounding. After a few seconds, it all started to make sense. This was Gwaine’s room and the scent lingering in the air was that intoxicating unique scent of his. I looked round, hoping to find him perched in a corner, watching me like he usually does, but he wasn’t here.The events of the previous night came flooding back into my memory and a smile graced my lips as I remembered. We had had the longest conversation last night and this time, we talked almost as friends. I remember resting my aching head on his shoulder to see his reaction . When he adjusted his body to accommodate me, I leaned in more comfortably and eventually drifted to sleep. He probably broug

Gwaine’s POV:Regan nodded at my instruction and started heading for the door immediately. “And Regan,“ I called out and he paused, turning back, “I want him alive. Bring him in as a prisoner and make sure to keep him locked up in my dungeon.” I added.“Will do.” He said, walking out in two long strides, closing the door behind him. I listened to his footsteps until the sound faded.Taking one necessary gulp of whiskey, I leaned back on the chair. At this point, Vilkus had completely taken over my body and emotions. I did nothing to fight him off, I just poured more whiskey into my now empty cup and settled back into the sit I recently vacated. I sat alone for a while, giving myself all the time I needed to cool off. When I was certain I was okay, I headed to my room. In the hall way, I noticed the door to Catherine’s room was slightly ajar. I stopped at the entrance and peaked inside. She was sitting by the window, book and pen in hand, clearly lost in whatever art she was creating

35I watched him leave, not looking behind and closing the door behind him. I sighed when I was alone. One look at the drawing and he recognized it, I could tell from how he stared at it; sparkles of recognition in his eyes. He had stared at the sketch long and hard, completely oblivious to the fact that I was watching him. When I thought he was done, he had surprised me by asking if he could keep it, a request I still find odd.I looked at the pair of eyes that sat in the middle of the book, they were beautiful. A tiny part of me hurt at the realization that this almost masterpiece would end up with Gwaine. I added gold circles to the iris to represent Vilkus’s presence within him. I thought about how far we’ve come over these few weeks. He went from being my master and torturer to a friend. Well, maybe I considered him more than a friend but that truth belongs in my head.Once I was done making a few necessary additions to the drawing, I headed out. I stopped at the door to his ro

When I woke up in the morning, I was sore but in a good way. There was a lazy smile plastered on my face as I remembered the activities of the previous night. Gwaine had cuddled me to sleep, his arms wrapped around me protectively for as long as I could remember. I turned to kiss my lover good morning. His side of the bed was cold and empty; he wasn’t there. I held my breath and listened for any sound in the room but there was nothing, everywhere was silent. I searched the darkness for any movement but there was nothing still.“Gwaine?” I called out, leaving the bed and heading towards the bathroom, all the while hoping he was in there. There was no response and except from the sounds I was making, the room was quiet. My sight blurred as tears formed in them. I placed my hands over my mouth in a crude attempt at keeping myself from crying.I looked about the room expectantly, hoping to see a note or anything handwritten to tell me where he had gone. There was nothing. Picking up what

The walk back was quiet, neither of us spoke. It was the kind of peaceful silence you shared with close friends, the kind you didn’t need words to speak because you’re certain they already know the contents of your heart.He held my hands as we walked, occasionally rubbing his thumb over my hand. I made it my duty to step on every dry leaf on my path because the crunchy sound brought me an odd sense of relief. Gwaine stole glances at me, smiling at my level of childishness.The cold wind made me shiver a little and although I tried to hide my discomfort, Gwaine was quick to notice.“Are you cold?” He asked, his eyes finding mine in the dark. I nodded in acknowledgment and he removed his jacked and placed it over my shoulders. His scent was all over that piece of clothing and I pulled it closer, inhaling deeply as a smile formed at the corner of my lips.“Thank you.” I said. He nodded, picking my hand and placing it back in his. We were almost home when my feet suddenly started hurting