The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 256: Rage Beyond Compare

During the past week, having his mind occupied by the war, Spade decided to let go of some things in his mind to be able to focus on the matter at hand.

And yet, Spade would be a hypocrite if he said that his fear had also faded. No, it was still there; it was waiting for the right time to erupt.

It seemed this was the right time—a time when Spade was caught off guard and could hardly think of anything. There was no doubt that what was happening had slapped him to where it hurt the most. The reality seemed to mock him for his incompetence and arrogance.

As they continued to approach the capital, the harsh whisper of reality seemed to grow louder and louder beside his ears. Spade’s eyes were still firmly shut, and as time passed, the quivered off of his lips intensified from holding his emotions.

At some point, his trembling fingers pinched his brows. The throbbing of his head made it even harder for him to maintain his rationality. He clenched his teeth, bent forward, bowing his head, and powerlessly hunched himself in the backseat.

Spade regrets it so much. There were a lot of what-ifs in his mind, like a cliche he never thought would befall him.

If only I hadn’t left the capital. If only I had brought Arren with me. If only I decided to be unreasonable for once and let the royal guards not leave Arren’s side.

If only... Spade’s lips trembled again. He almost let out a humorless laugh with these thoughts. It was fucking ridiculous, but it was all the thoughts that kept whispering in his mind.

Ahh... How pathetic.

Spade then criticized himself. Gone was the calm and composed dominant alpha that was known to everyone in the world. If one could witness him at this moment, no one would believe that he was the same person as the sun of the Empire.

Perhaps, he was indeed different. When it came to Arren, Spade was never the Emperor.

He was only his alpha. His alpha, who failed to protect him.

The inside of the car was defeaningly silent; the two royal guards in front didn’t dare to even let out a sound as they almost held their breath. No one also took a glimpse at the back or rear mirror. The two only looked in front the whole time.

Spade wallowed with his remorseful thoughts the whole ride that it even let his sanity remain intact. Thinking of this familiar despair prevented his impulsive impulses from rampaging. It didn’t maintain his calm, but it made him powerless to do anything.

The ride from Ford Domain to the capital would normally take a few hours, but as they were in a hurry, it only took over an hour. The entrance of the capital also didn’t stop them and let them in after being alerted beforehand.

To say the least, while the whole capital was not too chaotic yet, the movements of the forces were enough for the citizens to plunge into a whole unrest.

Spade wasn’t in the right mind anymore to think of anything else. As soon as their car stopped in the palace, he got off the car without waiting for someone to open the door for him.

He managed to compose his calm expression, but it didn’t mask the raging pheromones that his body exuded, enough to send one’s spine shivering.

As he walked inside, a few droplets of crimson fell to the ground. Looking closely, it was coming from his right hand, which was still clenching at his side.

Spade didn’t seem bothered by it, or he also didn’t notice it. No matter what the answer was, his emotions were clear for all to see. It was as though it was only the thin thread that prevented him from exploding right there and then.

His path remained unobstructed, and the royal guards around him didn’t dare raise their heads as they stood at the side and bowed at him. Spade didn’t look at anyone; his gaze remained ahead, focusing on his only goal.

Soon, his footsteps stopped. Spade then stood outside the door. For some reason, now that he had arrived, Spade’s heart seemed to stop. He almost thought that if it was possible to die from suffocating themselves, this probably was the same sensation.

The kind of wanting to die and yet hanging on in the hope of someone saving them. A painful lump formed in Spade’s throat; he felt like he was drowning in his own emotions. He could hardly breathe; his mind had become empty.

Should I open the door? Is it fine to confirm everything?

Spade had never been a coward more than at this moment. He was terrified of what would greet him inside. No, he was more afraid that no one would welcome him.

Amidst his chaotic emotions, the stench of blood assaulting his nostrils was what woke him up. The shade of Spade’s amber eyes became darker, and his pupils then shrank.

He lowered his gaze and looked at the floor. While the blood of the royal guards had been cleaned, there was still a lingering scent that had yet to fade.

Swallowing his fear, Spade finally faced the nightmare he didn’t want to face. Opening the door of the room that recently didn’t welcome him, nervous attendants were what greeted him.

Seeing him, they all stopped what they were doing and bowed. Spade ignored them and looked at the mess inside the room. Some broken glass was still on the ground, and when he looked at the balcony, he saw the shattered window.

His heart skipped a beat; he couldn’t imagine what transpired there. Averting his eyes, he mumbled a question. He knew that someone behind him would answer him.

"My Royal Mother?"

Sure enough, Serrien answered him. "His Majesty the Empress is in the next room."

Sicne Spade couldn’t think of anything else earlier; he didn’t notice the next room. Without saying anything, he rushed out and went to the next room.

Spade stood at the foot of the bed. His gaze was fixed on his Royal Mother who was lying unconscious in the bed. His pale complexion seemed more evident; there was a gauze in his head. On his face, faint bruises could also be seen.

As soon as he saw his omega father’s condition, his chest heaved painfully. His bloodshot eyes heated up, and his hand gripped the corner of the bed tightly. It was all he could do to suppress this insane rage that even Spade never thought he would feel.

"How is my Royal Mother?" Spade mumbled.

"Y-Your Majesty... The empress is now in stable condition. But because of his shock, he... He seemed to be in a coma. But it is estimated that the empress will wake up in less than a day," the imperial doctor nervously explained.

Spade seemed to listen attentively as he nodded. With his last glance at his omega father, he didn’t say anything and left the room.

In fact, Spade couldn’t open his mouth anymore to say a word. Otherwise... He might break down. Spade wanted to shout and let out all these emotions inside of him.

He felt like he was going insane for real. The ringing of his ears and the throbbing of his head only intensified. His pace increased until he was almost at the end of the hallway, as though he was afraid that the commotion he would cause might disturb the rest of his omega father.

Serrien and the others all followed him worriedly, yet no one approached him. They only silently followed behind.

Spade’s heartbeats quickened, and his breathing became hurried. His vision seemed to turn crimson, and he barely controlled himself. He was so uncomfortable with the fury that he couldn’t let it out.

And so he stopped. And under the shocked gazes of Serrien and the others, Spade’s anguished roar again resounded as he punched the wall at his side.

Spade didn’t stop with one punch but added another; his blood stained the wall.

"Laurent Ford!" Spade roared across the palace. It carried all his rage, anguish, and fear. A few moments after he stopped, Spade stood still, looking weak.

However, if one looks closely into his eyes, The ruthless amber eyes still glowed with a kind of ferocity that was ready to devour anything on his way. His injured hand lay on his side, and the crimson blood freely flowed on the floor.

Spade’s lips were also bleeding, and yet he seemed to not feel the pain at all. His back faced his subordinates, who couldn’t look at him, the emperor they served.

His bloodshot eyes then looked ahead; in his vision, everything seemed to change. The surroundings suddenly turned into flames; it was the same scenario that he had seen in his dream before.

And as he blinked, everything also disappeared, but before him, someone was already standing as he smiled at Spade.

It’s a face that he couldn’t be more familiar with. And yet there was also a difference. The Arren that was in front of him had yet to dye his hair, which was still its natural color.

His beautiful face still carried immaturity. Arren was smiling at him, and yet there was a bashful blush on his cheeks.

"I’m 18 now. Can you... accept me now?" he asked, smiling and yet nervous.

Spade, looking at him, only blinked. This scene was not in his memories, and yet it was so familiar to him that he seemed to know what he should say.

"No, you’re too young for me," Spade said, as though it were natural for him. He seemed to also know what the next scene was, but before he could see it.

The illusion seemed to disappear. And as it disappeared, the same devastated ruins appeared before him.

His eyes then met those same amber eyes, and the fire engulfed him. As they made eye contact. The him that was being devoured by the fire spoke right then.

"I told you... protect him."

A pang of pain struck his heart. What he said pierced him where it hurt the most. And yet, before he could respond, He then spoke to him again.

"My memories. No, our memories... will return to you."

As soon as the other Spade said that, Spade’s clutched his head as his head pounded. It was as though something or someone wanted to forcefully merge with him.

He couldn’t reach anymore as darkness consumed his consciousness.