All Chapters of Omega Hunted : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

THEODORE “I'm going to die,” Evander groaned out as he rolled on the rough ground of the cave. I rolled my eyes, though fear gripped me. “Stop being dramatic. They're going to come for us anytime now.” He kept groaning, his back arching in pain every once in a while as the artificial rut gripped him. I scrunched my nose, his Alpha scent irritating me as it continued to fill the cave. “Save yourself, my prince. We don't know if those bastards might appear again.” I scoffed. The fact that he had no idea we had killed them off right before the last of them managed to inject him with a rut-inducing venom — showed just how far he was gone. “Who'd believe me if I said the general of Avindel was a chicken?” He groaned in pain, giving me a glare that was painful to look at, his handsome face squeezed in agony. “You should have been injected.” I gasped, shooting him an outraged look. “How dare you speak against the future king?” He looked away. “The banter is not working, The

THEODORE I had no idea how long it had been since I'd passed out from being fucked repeatedly. Evander had made sure he got his fill. I looked over at his sleeping form and scowled. At least he was alive. My gaze went to his soft cock, and I scowled harder. Even soft, he was big. Who needed that much endowment? I tapped my comms. “Your Highness.” The communicator crackled against my wrist. I answered before the first signal had fully stabilized. “This is Theodore.” “Your Highness,” the officer replied immediately. “We've restored access through the planetary shield.” My heart skipped. “You did?” “Yes, sir. The barrier is down. Rescue teams are already en route to your location. Based on our latest scan, we should reach the cave within twenty minutes.” Relief washed over me so suddenly I had to brace myself against the wall. “Thank the stars...” “We'll have medical personnel with us. General Evander will receive treatment the moment we arrive.” “I understand.” The line dis

Evander's POV The palace corridors were already busy by the time I stepped outside my chambers. Servants hurried between wings with documents, trays, and linens, while the guards straightened the moment they saw me. "General." "General Evander." Each greeting came with a respectful bow. Word of my survival had traveled quickly. As I continued toward the throne wing, conversations quieted the instant I passed. "I heard the venom should have killed him." "So did I." "Then how is he walking already?" The whispers stopped abruptly when the two young knights realized I'd heard them. They stiffened and bowed. "Our apologies, General." I nodded and kept walking. Rumors spread through the palace faster than wildfire. By evening, there would be half a dozen different stories explaining how I'd survived. Unfortunately, I couldn't provide a better explanation myself. The last thing I remembered clearly was the venom burning through my veins while Theodore talked beside me. After tha