The Alpha King's Last Regret

unconscious. Just as his presence feels utterly unreal, so too does this wild thundering in my chest. A forbidden heartbeat. Why should I feel this way? I am from the Valley clan. We are a

ust us. Just him. Just the golden gaze holding mine. Until his eyes flicked away, scanning the cracked wall, the tattered curtain. And like a sword being drawn, something changed in him. He stiffened, then frowned. That perfect face hardened. "You are... an Omega." His tone was cold, laced with disdain. It struck me like a whip. Yet still... all I could focus on was how his voice sounded. That voice. A prince's voice. Sharp and regal like a blade wrapped in silk. "Yes, Your Highness," I murmured, barely above a whisper. He stared at me in silence, then looked down at his boots. Still on. His jaw tightened. He made to sit up. I rushed forward to help him but he stopped me with a single glance. That stare. Commanding. Scorching. It pinned me to the floor. "Do not touch me," He said, voice choked but firm. Then he stood, tall, impossibly tall, and walked to the window. Fingers raked through his dark curls as he peered out into the distance. "Where am I?" He asked, his tone wrapped in a strange awe, though he fought to hide it. I stood slowly, a few steps behind, unable to tear my eyes from the majesty of his stance. Even just standing there, he exuded dominance. The kind that made knees tremble and heads bow. "You are in the Omega Ghetto, Your Highness," I answered quietly. He tensed at the word Ghetto. Then turned slowly to face me, those golden eyes scanning every inch of the room before resting on mine. "You saved me from the crash?" I nodded. "Why?" His eyes narrowed. "Do you seek coin? Or favor? A seat at court?" The question pierced me deeper than I expected. I shook my head quickly, a step backward instinctive. My voice wavered. "No, Your Highness. I.