The Last Omega

Chapter 8: A New Opportunity

Leticia’s POV

“Aria, you are crazy,” I hissed. She was the one who told me I was the last omega, and now she wants me to reveal my identity by curing the King?!

She only stared at me. “I never told you to heal him right away. If you cleanse too much of his omium, you will die.”

…

“WHAT?!” I yelled.

She took a deep breath. "Omegas were built to handle it—but without training, even a drop will make you sick."

Okay…

“The necklace won’t allow you to use that much power. If you are discreet, you can get rid of the omium without anyone noticing,” She continued. “Believe me, Letty, this is the best plan I—”

“This is not the best plan,” I cut her off. “You are delivering me on a silver platter. That man will notice, and if he doesn’t, what will his son say when he miraculously recovers?”

My wolf sighed and shook her head. My anger was now mixed with something I couldn’t pinpoint.

“Letty, we have four years. Four. A man will try to get his hands on you,” She explained, her voice serious, her eyes squinting, letting me know I should pay attention to everything she was about to reveal.

I gulped.

Since meeting her, she has never shown me this side. “You need to train, otherwise you will be dead in a month after he gets his hands on you. The King is a good man; he will protect you as much as he can. Kayden… just try to heal him a little.”

I huffed. I don’t like the idea of healing Kayden, but if I don’t, then it will be weird that his father is getting all better while he isn’t.

Besides, he hates me.

After his father scolded him for calling me ignorant, he glares at me whenever I go into a room.

“Leticia?” Maria, the head maid, called. I just finished putting on my uniform, but I guess I took longer than she expected, and now she's come to find me. “Are you done, or do you need more time?”

Her soft tone caught me off guard. I know not everyone is going to be a witch like the one in Black Fang, but I didn’t expect her to be so kind. Her voice carried none of the sharp edges I’d grown used to.

“I’m… almost done,” I called back, smoothing down the crisp black skirt one last time. My hands were still trembling slightly from the conversation with Aria.

Maria pushed the door open just a crack, peeking in with a gentle smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. She was older, maybe in her late forties, with silver threading through her dark hair.

“You look perfect, dear. The uniform suits you.” She stepped inside fully now, closing the door behind her. “You’ll be in charge of the King’s suite. I was asked to take you there and show you everything around, but if you are not ready, I could ask for one more day.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. I had no idea I would be so close to the King. “I already took so much time off, and I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Oh, dear!” She exclaimed. “Don’t let what Prince Kayden says inside your head. He is grumpy, but not as bad as other royals I’ve met.”

That piqued my interest.

“Is that so?” I asked, already following her outside my new bedroom. “There are worse?”

“Of course!” Maria continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You think Prince Kayden is prickly? Wait until you hear about King Velliol. There are not enough rumors about that family, but there should be.”

Velliol? That’s a new name.

“There are five great families: Velliol, Dyke, Valmonte, Blanche, and Sinclair. All of them are affected by the omium,” Aria explained.

Ow…

“Chop, chop, Letty. We need to take some things to the annex. I’ll show you the drill, and in two days, you will do everything on your own. Do you think you’ll manage?”

I nodded at her instructions; besides, I worked in Black Fang for years, so I’m sure the job will be similar.

As we reached the annex, His Highness, the asshole prince, was waiting by the door.

Maria bowed; I followed. We greeted him as he ignored us, and then I started my job.

Compared to Black Fang, this was easy. I didn’t have to clean so many rooms; the King wasn’t picky and stayed in his room most of the time.

By lunch time, Maria suddenly gasped.

“Oh! I need to finish cooking. Do you think you can handle things here?” She asked.

I nodded. “Sure. Do I need to pick His Majesty’s food from the main house?”

Maria smiled. “No, don’t worry. I’ll bring it here, but I suggest helping him up in an hour. Would that be alright?”

“Sure,” I said, and Maria left to complete her job back in the main house.

For an hour, I was busy cleaning, but then it was time to go to the main room.

I gulped and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in,” A raspy voice replied. I’m still not used to seeing a wolf so sick.

Besides, I needed to mentally prepare myself for the omium. Around the house, the stench was tolerable, but the moment I opened that door, I felt dizzy.

“Ah, Leticia. I didn’t expect to see you here. I told Maria that if you needed a day off, you should take it.” The King’s voice was weaker than yesterday, but it still carried the same warmth; it made me feel at ease, and my heart ached at the same time.

I stepped inside anyway, closing the door softly behind me.

“Your Majesty,” I said, already following every piece of advice I was given today. “Maria asked me to help you sit up for lunch. She’ll be bringing the tray soon.”

He smiled warmly. “Thank you, Leticia. I’m sorry this old body of mine is such a bother.”

…

Dumfounded.

That was the only way I could explain how I felt.

“When you help him, you should start cleansing,” Aria instructed.

I was still unsure of this plan, but… I won’t have many opportunities to be near the King. I should use them as much as I can.

“How?” I asked, already approaching the bed.

“I’ll help you through it, just keep in contact with him,” She responded gently. “Focus on your breathing first. In through your nose, out through your mouth. I’ll do the rest.”

My pulse thundered in my ears as I reached for the extra pillows stacked beside the bed. The King watched me with quiet patience, not questioning why I was taking so long.

“May I… adjust these behind you, Your Majesty?”

“Of course, child. You’re doing me a kindness.”

I slipped one hand behind his shoulders again, the other supporting his back. The contact was immediate and electric. I felt something creep up my arms, clouding my sight for a couple of seconds. My necklace warmed against my collarbone, a faint warning buzz.

The contact didn’t last long, but the moment I was done, I felt dizzy and almost fainted.

The King caught me on time so I wouldn’t fall face-first on the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

I nodded. “Thank you, Your Highness. I should have eaten more during breakfast.”

It was a pathetic excuse, but what else could I say?

His purple eyes fixed on me, and for a second, I was worried he had seen through my lies.

“Leticia, did you have an education?” He suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

I shook my head. “No, Your Majesty. I know how to read and write, but that’s all.”

He hummed in understanding. “Then starting tomorrow, you will go to school.”

…

WHAT?!

“Your Majesty, that won’t—”

“You already shifted, Leticia. A young girl like you has dreams and desires. I’m sure you don’t want to stay a maid all your life. You might have been an orphan, but you still had rights.”

My jaw hit the floor. The rumors are definitely not true.

I didn’t know what else to say. If I tried to refuse, he would insist.

In the end, I only thanked him.

“No need for that, Leticia,” He chuckled, his voice already stronger.

Whatever I did had worked.

“You can return to the main house. I will wait for Maria. Get some rest and eat plenty, okay?”

I nodded earnestly.

“Thank you for everything, Your Majesty,” I said, my voice dripping with happiness. Even my bow came perfectly. The King chuckled and let me go.

I wanted to jump the moment I closed his door, only to be met with another pair of purple eyes.

The clear difference was that these were as cold as ice.

“Selling yourself already?” He commented, his voice condescending.

I felt my anger rush through my body, quickly replacing my happiness.

But no, I was not going to let him win.

“Your Highness,” I greeted (again). “What has been sold once can’t be sold again.”

He quirked an eyebrow, not understanding my comeback.

“What do you mean by that, Leticia?” He grumbled.

I lifted my head to stare back at him. “As you said. I was sold to the Sinclair family, to the King, to be more precise. I’m merely following my role.”

Jackass.

I finished inside my head, before continuing my walk, but as I passed him, he suddenly grabbed my arms.

“What the—”

In a blur, he grabs my arms and slams me against the wall—chest heaving, nostrils flaring as he leans in close.

“What the f**k did you do in there?!” he growls, purple glowing.