Page 168 of Omega for the Pack

KODAN

At the hospital, my omega princess looked frail, hooked up to so many wires.

We had been here the entire night, and she finally woke up an hour ago, muttering intelligible things before falling back asleep. The doctor said she had lost a substantial amount of blood and that they needed to keep an eye on her.

Bandages surrounded her neck from where the bastard had bitten her. I wished Seth would have at least given me a chance to kill the traitor, Voss.

Luke, Seth and I somberly sat in chairs lined up on one side of her bed while her mother and King Armon sat on the other side. After Lyra fainted, we rushed to the mainland for the hospital, and thankfully, we got there in time.

The long ride was the most harrowing trip of my life as I held her in my arms. I wasn’t sure if she had very long to live, and I had never been so terrified in my life.

She had grown on me.

I didn’t realize how deep my affection ran for her until she collapsed in Luke’s arms. At that moment, my heart stopped like I had been stabbed. And that was when I knew. She was for me, and she was my omega.

I held her hand gently, watching her breathe peacefully on the hospital bed. Wisps of her blond hair lay messily around her face, flowing down her shoulders. She wore the blue patient gown over her body, which was doing nothing to cover her from the chilly room.

“Is there a blanket somewhere?” I asked the nurse, who was busy scribbling things onto her clipboard.

“For you?”

“For her,” I said, looking at the goosebumps on Lyra’s legs. The nurse looked annoyed when handing me the blanket, but I didn’t care. I tucked the blanket around Lyra’s body, ensuring she was warm and comfortable.

“You really care about her,” her mother, Queen Ophelia, observed as I tucked in my omega.

King Armon refused to talk to Seth, my younger brother, due to their bloody history. The room was filled with strained silence. Luke was chewing on crackers, the package held loosely in his hand as he gazed upon our wife’s face.

“He does,” said Armon. Then he looked at Seth. “But I don’t know about that one.”

“She saved my soul. I care about her, too,” said Seth. I let out a breath, grateful he didn’t take the bait since he was a hothead growing up.

“But why are you here, though? Don’t you know she’s the princess, part of the Royal Pack?” said Armon, not letting it go and making this an awkward moment. I saw Seth sit up straighter in the chair, his jaw tensing.

His face reddened in anger.

“Do you still think you’re better than everyone else? Torturing my father until he died?” he burst out, standing up and knocking the chair back with a crash.

“Seth!” I growled, grabbing his arm.

He was a lot stronger after being trapped as wolf for many years. Muscles bulged from his arms, and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold him back if he attacked. I was angry at the king as well, but I had learned to temper it.

I had nothing but contempt for her fathers and how they operated the island. For years, I had wanted to enact revenge.

"You needed to be punished,” said Armon calmly, sitting in his chair nonchalantly.

"But my father didn't do anything. He was innocent!" shouted Seth.

Seth lunged over the bed, pulling out of my grasp. Before he could reach Armon, the princess stretched out a small hand and touched his arm. His demeanor suddenly changed at her touch, the fire in his eyes dissipating.

“Are you okay?” she asked in a low voice, her blue eyes wide with panic seeing his body crouched over the bed.

“I need some air,” he rasped, stalking out of the room without another glance at anyone.

Lyra

What was going on?

When I opened my eyes, the bright lights in the room nearly blinded me. Mother was sitting to my right, her face breaking into a wide smile upon seeing me awake.

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