The Lycan King's Rejected Omega

35 — Cut

Asmeria sat at the breakfast table, her brow furrowed in concern as she watched Thorian enter the room.

His demeanor was tense, his face scowled in anger. He didn't even acknowledge her greeting as he walked past her. Of course, he was still upset about yesterday.

Her heart sank as she observed him take his seat at the end of the table, his movements rigid and controlled. She continued to eat her breakfast in silence, stealing glances at Thorian every now and then.

She respected the fact that he didn't want to speak to her, and she didn't want to pressure him and make him even angrier.

His jaw was clenched tightly, his grip on his utensils almost painfully tight as he stabbed at his food with unnecessary force.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with tension, the silence broken only by the clinking of cutlery against plates and the occasional rustle of fabric as Thorian shifted in his seat.

Asmeria's heart sank deeper with each passing moment of Thorian's silence. His coldness cut through her like a knife, leaving her feeling more lost and alone than ever before.

She couldn't bear the thought that he might not believe her, that he might think she was lying about Evander. Did he no longer care about finding Evander?

The uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving her feeling paralyzed with fear and confusion.

She had to talk to him. She really had to.

She cleared her throat, speaking up, "Good morning, Thorian,"

But he remained silent, his gaze fixed on his plate as he continued to eat. The fact that he said nothing crushed her, leaving her feeling smaller and more insignificant.

What would she do now?

"Thorian, please—" she began, her voice trembling. But before she could finish her plea, he abruptly stood up and left the room without a word.

Tears welled up in Asmeria's eyes as she watched him go, her heart breaking with each retreating step he took.

The realization that she might be losing him, losing the only hope she had to get Evander back. She buried her face in her hands and let the tears fall freely, her sobs echoing in the empty room.

….

Thorian pushed open the heavy wooden door to his father's room. Vanrad laid on the bed and he craned his neck towards the door, "To what do I owe this visit?"

Thorian's jaw clenched as he stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him, "Draven took Evander,"

Vanrad showed no suprise, or any emotion whatsoever.

"I told you to get your revenge on him for attacking the pack," he simply said. "But you stalled long enough for him to take your son."

Thorian's fists clenched at his sides as he fought to contain his rising anger. "I don't even know if he's my son."

Vanrad let out a weary sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Is that still going on?"

Thorian nodded. "Yes," he replied, "But this time, it's actually becoming clear that I really am not the father. Draven claimed he and Asmeria were together five years ago. And he is the father, hence, has claimed his son back."

Vanrad's expression darkened at the mention of Asmeria's name, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes.

"And do you believe him?"

"I don't know."

"So, what are you going to do then?"

"I do not know, father."

Thorian started to pace about the room, "I don't know if I can believe Asmeria," he muttered, "But then again, can I trust Asmeria?"

"If I couldn't impregnate her sister while she was still married to me," he continued, "then what guarantee do I have that I'm the one who impregnated Asmeria? After all, it wasn't long after she left that I got with Asannah."

Vanrad listened in silence as his son spoke and when Thorian finally fell silent, he spoke up,

"So what are you going to do, Thorian?"

Thorian paused in his pacing, his brow furrowing in thought. "I don't know," he admitted, "But I can't just sit here and do nothing. I have to take action."

"And what action is that?"

Thorian's jaw clenched as he met his father's gaze, a steely resolve hardening in his eyes. "I'm going to throw Asmeria out."

His father kept silent, simply chuckling before turning his head away from Thorian and facing the wall. Whatever his father meant by that, he didn't want to know.

He turned and left the room and made his way to his own chambers. Entering his room, Thorian paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on the calendar hung on the wall.

A bitter pang throbbed in his heart as he saw the date looming closer. His birthday was approaching rapidly — and he was still heirless.

He was running out of time, his chances slipping away with each passing day. He was going to die without an heir, without a child to carry on his name and his legacy. His whole lineage was on the brink of extinction, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He was a failure, his ancestors would frown at him when he got to the world beyond for being a disgrace, the one who discontinued their bloodline as rulers.

He was so upset with Asmeria, Draven, his father, Asannah — in fact, everyone and everything simply annoyed him and did not make sense.

What was he going to do?

….

The moon cast a silvery glow upon the surface of the lake, illuminating the rippling waves as Thorian glided effortlessly through the waters.

He had decided to go for a late-night swim, so he could think properly.

The water always had a way to soothe and calm him; lost in his thoughts, he swam with excellent strokes and the water embraced him like a lover, its cool touch pacifying his troubled mind. Only a bit, though.

Suddenly, he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the shore. Thorian glanced over his shoulder, his senses sharpening as he spotted a figure emerging from the darkness.

Asmeria.

She stood on the edge of the lake, bathed in the soft moonlight, her silhouette casting a mesmerizing shadow upon the water.

She was clad in a bathing suit crafted from fine silk and linen. He couldn't help but admire the way the fabric clung to her body, accentuating every curve and contour of her body. Over it, she had a cover-cloth on.

"Can I join in?"

He said nothing and she watched as he swam away from her without saying a word. She hesitated for a moment at the water's edge, wondering whether or not she should go in.

She had hoped that joining him in the water would provide an opportunity to speak to him, but his obvious avoidance stung more than she cared to admit. And it had been so all day. He had avoided her at lunch and at dinner and barely showed his face anywhere else.

But she wasn't going to give up.

With a deep breath, she cast aside her cover cloth and stepped into the cool embrace of the lake. The water enveloped her in its embrace — a bit chilly as it met with her skin, but her body adjusted.

She swam towards him, but he swam farther away. She tried to look at him, but he refused to meet with her gaze. Asmeria bit her lip, feeling her heart cracking at the seams.

But she couldn't give up, not now. She had come here to speak to him and she will. She had to try, no matter how daunting the task.

Summoning her courage, Asmeria began to swim towards Thorian again — this time he didn't swim away. As she drew closer, she could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves, his body stiff and unyielding as he continued to avoid her gaze, backing her.

But she refused to be deterred, refusing to allow him to shut her out completely.

Then, with a sigh, Asmeria reached out, her fingers brushing against Thorian's back, "Thorian," she whispered, "Please, talk to me. I can't bear this distance between us any longer."

Thorian tensed at her touch, his muscles coiled tight with restraint as he struggled to contain the surge of emotions swirling within him at her hand grazed his skin.

The geers started to turn and desire started to infect each fibre in his body — was this the magnitude of the hold this woman had over him?

He couldn't even maintain being angry at her when she was this close to him, when she touched him, when he heard her voice.

What had she done to him?

He wanted to stay angry, wanted to keep her at arm's length and wallow in his hurt and resentment. But the pull of their bond was undeniable, irresistible and f*****g maddening.

But no. He had to stand his ground.

"Asmeria, you need to le—" he paused as he turned back, his mouth wide open as he froze between a sound and the words he knew he should say.

But his gaze fell upon her, and for a moment, he was rendered speechless by her beauty.

Her blonde hair was now wet from the water, strands clinging to her skin in shimmering tendrils that framed her face like a f*****g halo.

The thin material of her white — now almost transparent bathing attire clung to her curves, accentuating every dip and swell of her feminine form in a way that made his pulse quicken and his breath catch in his throat.

He could see the perfect moulds of her breasts highlighted against the material, and the darkening of her n****e area vividly. Her blue eyes stared at him, pleading and her lips parted slighty, and he wanted to just lean in and claim them. Claim all of her.

Despite the anger raging within him, Thorian couldn't help but be struck by her undeniable allure.

And he couldn't resist any longer.

So, he closed the distance between them, his movements slow and deliberate as he reached out to gently cup her face in his hands. Asmeria's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her eyes wide.

He leaned in, his lips brushing feather-light against hers in a tender caress. As their lips met once again, a surge of electricity coursed through Thorian's veins, igniting a fire deep within his soul.

But even as the flames of desire threatened to consume them both, a nagging voice in the back of Thorian's mind reminded him of the uncertainty that still lingered between them.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching hers for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

Asmeria's eyes met his, her expression soft and open — she wanted this, she wanted this badly. And he wanted it too. And that was the reassurance he was searching for.

And, he leaned in once more, capturing her lips once again.