The Lycan King's Rejected Omega

33 — Another

Draven's gaze locked onto Asmeria's with a sly smile playing on his lips, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Nice to meet you again, Asmeria," Draven remarked smoothly, his voice dripping with a hint of amusement.

Thorian's eyes widened in surprise, "How do you know her name?"

Draven simply shrugged nonchalantly, taking a step closer to Asmeria. With a deliberate gentleness, he reached out, his hand lightly touching her chin as he tilted her head upward to meet his gaze.

"Oh, Asmeria and I have met a while ago," he replied casually, his fingers tracing a feather-light path along her jawline.

Thorian slapped Draven's hand away from Asmeria. "Don't touch her. Don't you dare f*****g touch her."

Draven merely chuckled at Thorian's reaction, stepping back with a smirk playing on his lips. "Relax, Thorian. I am not interested in touching her," he remarked, "After all, I've already done much of that five years ago."

Thorian's brows furrowed, his gaze darting between Asmeria and Draven. "What the f**k are you talking about?"

Asmeria's heart hammered in her chest as she watched the exchange unfold, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach.

The secret she had kept hidden for so long was on the verge of being exposed, and she wished desperately that things hadn't escalated like this.

She had wanted to tell Thorian herself, in her own time, but now it seemed that opportunity had been snatched away from her.

Her eyes met with Draven, her eyes silently pleading for him to simply shut the f**k up and leave.

"Ask her, Thorian. Ask Asmeria that question." Draven stated, his sly smile growing wider.

Thorian's brows knitted together in confusion as he turned to face Asmeria. "What is he talking about?"

Panic fluttered in her chest as she met Thorian's intense gaze, her mind racing for an explanation. Her lips parted, but no words emerged at first. The silence stretched on, amplifying the tension in the room. Both eyes were on her, waiting for her response.

Thorian's eyes searched hers as he awaited an explanation. Asmeria could see the turmoil in his expression, the fear of the unknown flickering behind his eyes.

She couldn't allow Draven to take Thorian away from her, not again. Not after she had come so close to him and he had lit her up — she couldn't forsake their flame, not again.

So, her state of panic only lasted for less than a second — it would be barely noticed by any of the two if she played her cards right.

Asmeria's gaze steadied as she faced Draven, her chin held up and her lips pursed. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

Draven's sly smile faltered for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes at her boldness. "Oh, come now, Asmeria," he scoffed,. "Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I don't know who you are, or what you're talking about," she reiterated.

Thorian's brows furrowed as he watched the exchange, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he tried to make sense of the situation. "What's going on, Asmeria?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

She turned to face Thorian, her gaze steady. "I don't know, Thorian," she replied. "I don't know who he is, or why he's saying these things."

Draven's laughter cut through the tension like a knife, "I see what you're doing here, Asmeria." he stated, "You're pretending. You think doing this will save you? Or I would back down? No. I won't. I will make you admit the truth."

"But first," he added, turning to face Thorian, "What Asmeria means to tell you is that the boy doesn't belong to you," he declared, his words landing like a hammer blow. "He is my son."

Thorian's eyes widened in shock as the weight of the words settled over him like a heavy cloak. His breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar sensation as the truth began to sink in.

He took a step back, his movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to create distance between himself and the reality of what he had just learned.

Thorian's jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides as he fought to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Anger, confusion, betrayal—all churned together in a whirlwind inside him, threatening to consume him whole.

But beneath the hurt and the anger, there was something else—a raw, vulnerable ache that he couldn't quite name.

It was the realization that everything he had believed to be true had been built on a foundation of lies, and now that foundation was crumbling away.

Thorian's chest heaved. "Is it true?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "Is it f*****g true, Asmeria!"

Asmeria met Thorian's gaze with unwavering resolve, her jaw set firmly as she shook her head. "No, Thorian," she replied, her voice steady despite the panic swirling within her. "He's lying. Evander doesn't belong to him. How could he, when I've never even met him?"

Draven's laughter echoed through the room, a cold, mocking sound that sent a chill down Asmeria's spine. "Oh, Asmeria," he sneered, "You are quite the stubborn one, aren't you? But you can't hide from the truth forever. You can't keep denying what's staring you right in the face."

Asmeria's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure. "What truth?" she retorted. "You come here, spouting lies and accusations, trying to tear us apart with your hatred. Well, I won't stand for it. I won't let you come between me and my husband."

Thorian's gaze flickered between Asmeria and Draven, his mind reeling with confusion and uncertainty.

He wanted to believe Asmeria, to trust in her words. But doubt gnawed at him — after all, she had never agreed that Evander was his son, and she never told him who the father was.

He had assumed she was denying him the paternity out of spite, the anger and hatred sh had haboured for him.

But now, he feared it was because she knew the child belonged to another man. Draven.

He turned to look at her, seeing that there was no panic, no fear and not anxiety. She was confident that Draven was a blatant liar. And honestly, he wouldn't put it past Draven to come up with a lie like this, so could Asmeria be telling the truth.

She took a step forward, closing the distance between herself and Thorian. "Listen to me, Thorian," she implored. "You know me. You know my heart. You know that I would never lie to you, not about something like this."

Thorian's eyes softened a bit. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped her cheek, his touch gentle but firm. "I want to believe you, Asmeria," he murmured. "I really do."

Asmeria leaned into Thorian's touch. "Then believe me, Thorian," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Believe in us."

But Draven's voice cut through the moment, "Oh cut the bullshit! It's disgusting."

"Don't be a fool, Thorian," he sneered. "She's been lying to you from the start. Can't you see? She's not who you think she is."

"Leave, Draven," she demanded,. "We have nothing more to discuss with you."

Draven's lips curved into a smirk and he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Very well. I only came here to deliver an information anyway. But the back and forth between us has dragged on for far too long. I almost forgot to even say it."

Thorian's grip on Asmeria loosened slightly as he turned his attention to Draven, "What information?"

"The truth," he declared.

Thorian's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes narrowing as he watched Draven closely. "What truth?"

His grin grew even wider as he reveled in the impending revelation. "The truth, Thorian. The truth about your so-called precious son."

"What are you saying?" Thorian questioned.

"I am the one who took the boy. Because I had to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My son."