Omega Chronicles: Bite Me!

Chapter 41

Darius' POV

I'm coming Omega.

I scanned the lab for anything that can help me get rid of the Wolfswood wrapped around my chains. It saps any of my magic so I first need to get rid of them. I stretched out my legs to see how far I could reach in the room. I couldn't reach anything around me as much as I tried. Jai had made sure that anything I could use to be free, was well out of my reach.

Except...

When Jai had rushed out of the lab he had dropped a few beakers which shattered right infront of me. I gathered some of the pieces by using my legs to drag them toward me. I picked one of them up and tried to slice through the Wolfswood. It took some time but once I cut through one of them, the rest of the vines started moving. They eased up their grip and shrivelled up, before completely drying up and dying.

So he can enchant them as well.

I ripped the plant debris off me and then pulled hard at the chains. Despite my reduced strength I was able to eventually rip them out from the wall. My wrists were injured in the process, and were healing slowly because of the Wolfswood but I didn't have time. I ran out of the lab as soon as I could.

My heart was pounding like crazy, and I could hear the servants in the hall hushing and hawing. I don't blame them either. It's not everyday you see the Alpha King running around the castle naked. If they didn't believe it earlier, I'm sure they were now fully convinced that my 'Mad King' moniker was fully earnt. I really do not care what they think right now, as long as they stay out of my way. I'm on a warpath.

To him.

I made a quick turn following the Jasmine scent, towards the Royal corridor. I was about to burst into his room when suddenly I heard a sound. A soft muffled whisper. No..more like a moan? I stopped in my tracks and turned towards the source of the sound, which landed me infront of my room. I turned the knob and opened the door ever so slightly. He's already scared of me and I don't want to jump up on him.

The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, spreading cool moonlight all over my bed. The bedsheets were a mess and smelled distinctly of him. It smelt like him but more raw, more primal. Like someone had captured him in raindrops and just sprinkled it on my bed.

My personal wardrobe closet was completely wrecked, broken pieces of wood lay all around it and in its centre was an uneven hole decorated with scratch marks. Whoever did this was really angry and went to town on my poor closet.

Then there were the contents of my wardrobe, which were spilled all across the room. My favourite shirts strewn across my sofa, my jackets were littered all over the room and a trail of my pants lead into the bathroom. My t-shirts hung over the Monet in my room, and in the centre of it all was the huge pile of clothes on my bed. Most of it were my boxers, shorts, swimming trunks and drawls piled up onto the bed, almost entirely dwarfing it. Some of my clothes were torn, including a particularly nice black silk shirt I had.

I ignore the carnage however and made my way to the balcony guided by the thick alluring scent of my mate. I found him sitting next to the fountain in the balcony, lazily draped over the rim of the fountain with his elbow in the water. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt of mine which was soaked all the way through and orange palm-tree print beach shorts. His hair was drenched, sticking his messy curls to his forehead. His skin looked glossy and redder than usual even in the bright blue light of the moon. His shirt clung to his body, exposing his contours for me to feast on. He was holding a blunt in his hand which he lit with a match before looking up at me. That's when I saw his face.

Fuck.

His face was beautiful and radiated energy. His skin, dewey and supple, his lips, red and full and his body sizzling with heat and want. But the most striking features were his eyes, one of which still held his usual dark brown hue in the iris, but the other was milky white without any sign of a pupil ever being there. Even through the smoke of his blunt, his face looked hypnotic. I dare not close my eyes because I do not want to miss a single moment of drinking his appearance in.

But the transformation isn't complete.

"I told you I can handle this." Jai said weakly with a small pout on his lips. He laid down back into the water of the fountain letting his hair float in the water as he stared up at the faintly visible stars. He looked relaxed but his breath was heavy. I could tell his heartbeat was quickening. He couldn't holdback the transformation any longer. He puffed out more smoke from the blunt.

I took one step towards him.

"DON'T!" Jai yelled getting up before collapsing on the ground again, groaning in pain while clutching his sides. Seeing my Omega like this was gut-wrenching on its own, but the fact that he would rather bear this pain than let me touch him was just rubbing salt on my wounds. I know I haven't been the friendliest to him but what could have I done to deserve such punishment? My Omega, who I have been magically connected to for centuries isn't forcing this kid to accept me as well. What could I have done so wrong?

"Why won't you let me help you?" I spoke very quietly trying to sound composed but my voice betrayed the hurt in my soul.

He didn't answer but tears started flowing from his eyes, running down his hot flesh into small drops on the ground. He snarled at me, in a desperate attempt to hold himself together. My Omega was hurting, and unlike the pain of the heats it was not something my touch could heal.

"You've hurt me Darius. And you don't even know." Nyx's voice echoed through the boy.

Those words shot an arrow through my heart. I felt shivers go down my spine, as I felt the weight of the world crash on me. So all this time I was thinking why did the kid hate me when it was Nyx all along? He was fine just days ago when I stopped Jai from leaving, what could I have done to him so quick? I tried to remember something that warranted this reaction but I couldn't remember anything. What did I do to make Nyx repulse me so? If I don't have my Omega, I don't have anything.

He winced in pain again as his body nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Having me be this close to him was tiring him out more. I was not helping the situation, rather I was making it worse. I need to do something to make him accept me, or his stubbornness might just kill him tonight. I know the pain had already reached unbearable levels, that he had to smoke up to numb them. I need to think fast.

"Will you really not accept my touch?" I asked dejectedly. I did have a plan in mind but I was hoping he would cave, owing to the pain. "We can fight it out later Nyx but please let me help you through your heat." I begged.

He shook his head. Unable to even speak.

I guess there is no other solution.

I must retreat.

If my Omega doesn't want me, I will not force myself upon him. He doesn't want my touch, I have failed as his Alpha. I will find out why that is but right now, there's only one person who can ease his pain.

I'm giving you full control Dominic.

Help him.

Please.