The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 312: The Chaos Starts

Spade readily agreed with him. In this matter, they actually had the same opinion. In any case, it would still be a long time to go. At least they had more pressing matters to attend to at this moment.

Arren had only mentioned it casually; he wanted to have this habit of being more open to what he wanted and letting others know what he felt, especially those close to his heart.

Not only that, he wanted to become involved as well. In his condition, being passive actually had some advantages. He could block out some things while he focused on his recovery.

Yet, it also had a huge disadvantage. One was that it could give him a false reality, and he might not overcome his escapism mentality.

One thing he learned during this second life—well, third life—was that Arren couldn’t just let things flow and be caught off guard by the events he should’ve prevented.

He admitted his faults, and he also acknowledged that it was not too late to slowly adapt to the changes that the times had brought him. It was also his way to fully overcome the past.

"Spade... You won’t stop me, right?" Arren had stopped going around in circles; his voice turned solemn.

Arren had felt the alpha flinch; at some point, he knew that Spade also predicted this would happen. In a way, it would be inevitable; they had to admit that fact.

He withdrew from the embrace, gently forming circles in the alpha’s nape, as though coaxing his emotions. Arren looked Spade in the eye, and he wanted to show him how determined he was.

He loved Spade and even his father’s protective side; he really did. In fact, if all of this didn’t happen, perhaps Arren would only let things pass while under the protection and care of those who loved him so much.

That was who he was; he was never capable of doing something remarkable. Arren knew he was but a spoiled brat before the trouble arrived and plunged him into its tidal wave, never giving him a chance to prepare one bit.

However, there would be a time when he needed to stand up for himself. Arren needed this; hell, his whole being was screaming for this.

"Spade... I deserve this."

Arren spoke, a bit guilty that he had to say this, but he wanted to make him understand. If not, he knew that Spade would never let him be part of this large-scale operation.

A slight change flickered in his expression, giving Arren’s heart a pinch, but he chose to continue.

Slowly cupping Spade’s face, Arren revealed his real intention.

"I want to see him..." Arren was only starting, and he could finally feel Spade’s apprehension. He, too, had the same opinion before he contemplated it over and over again.

After that, he made his choice.

He repeatedly shook his head and said, "No. Let me finish, please?" He pleaded, which stunned Spade, and he had to relent, his arms around Arren tightening but somehow careful as though he were holding something fragile.

Arren bitterly smiled. This was the scar that the past had left Spade. He was someone who saw Arren’s death with his own eyes and then relieved it for the second time, and there was no way he didn’t have lingering mental instability after that.

"Like you... I loathe, no, I’m disgusted to think about him or even see him again... But Spade, don’t you think I need this more than anyone?" Arren was slowly expressing the thoughts that were seemingly calm after his return.

When he returned, Arren didn’t have such outbursts and he chose to calmly recuperate and then be with his alpha, which was also helpful for his mental health.

The corner of her eyes had already turned crimson, but he wasn’t crying; he didn’t want to cry for that bastard. Arren would never waste his tears for him.

Spade’s lips noticeably quivered, as though wanting to say something but couldn’t.

Arren caressed his alpha’s cheek, and the ring glimmered at the same time. This sight calmed Arren somewhat.

"Spade... Give this to me, please? Let me..." Arren paused as Spade shut his eyes as if he already knew what Arren was about to say.

A lump was also formed in Arren’s throat, but he continued with what he was about to say. Quivering, he finished his words. "...Let me end the source of my misery. I want to see with my own eyes, Spade. Will you let me come with you?"

Arren didn’t cry, but it was Spade’s tears that fell. Slowly, he let it out and sobbed in Arren’s arms. His tears trickled down Arren’s collarbone, and Arren didn’t say anything but rubbed his alpha’s back.

In the same way, his misery was also Spade’s.

As time passed and Spade calmed down, the corners of his eyes were still soaked with tears of which Arren took the initiative to gently wipe them for his alpha.

For the next two minutes, no one said anything as they stared at each other, sensing each other.

Arren was only waiting for his alpha’s answer. Spade knew that as well.

"You... Do you really want to?" After some time, Spade asked in his hoarse voice.

Arren nodded, not saying a word to convince him either. What he said earlier was certainly enough to make it happen. And sure enough, while Spade showed some reluctance, he sucked a heavy breath and then exhaled.

Finally, he nodded. Spade leaned and kissed the space between Arren’s brows, the omega closing his eyes to savor them.

"Okay..." Spade whispered, his voice almost leaving him, but he still managed to add, "We’ll do this together."

Arren sighed. in the same manner as Spade. Even though he was the one who proposed this, there was not an ounce of happiness in his heart. This was hard for both of them, and nothing was needed to celebrate in this matter.

As though he had lost a huge amount of strength, Arren weakly leaned on his alpha and gradually shut his eyes. freёweɓnovel.com

All of this would end soon... He muttered inside.

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For the opponent to be caught off guard, striking when they least expected it was necessary. The operation was a huge undertaking, but they managed to prepare for it outside the noses of the other party.

It was now or never; the chaos had finally started. And this time, they had no intention to prolong the battle.

The future was for them to look forward to, and the past had to be left behind.

At one of the ports in the southwest of the empire, Levin was standing next to a pickup truck, wearing only casual attire. Those with him were also incognito, like he was.

The operation this time was very crucial, something that held the destiny of the empire or even the world. Spade didn’t even foresee it; he had already experienced it once.

And now, with those tragic memories, letting the organization run free and continue to develop was a foolish idea. Nipping them in the bud while still not mature was the best plan they could have.

Strictly speaking, Levin was the son of the biggest villain in this whole affair, and yet he was still part of this operation. The guilt in his heart still gnawed at his conscience, but he was also someone who wanted this to end.

He was also feeling exhausted, and the stress was already consuming him.

Hours before the huge operation on the organization’s turf, his mission was somewhere else. Levin had been told that he was going to be moving with someone.

They had been here for over an hour, and the someone they had been waiting for was nowhere to be found. Levin was already tense, to begin with, and since the person was late, he was beginning to get impatient.

If this person hadn’t a person recommended by the emperor, he and the subordinates he was with would never have waited and simply left even without them.

"Chief..." one of his subordinates grumbled. His hand was holding his hat, looking bored. "Are you sure that person will come?"

Levin chewed on his lips; he also felt impatience.

"Yes..." He looked at him with sharp eyes. "Do you think I’ll make a mistake?"

He flinched and looked away as he bowed. "S-Sorry, Chief."

Seeing his subordinate, Levin sighed and patted him. The impatience and all kinds of emotions were already messing in his head and his easy-going personality was not present at the moment.

While they were waiting impatiently and were slowly getting annoyed at the latecomer, a white car approached and parked before them. Levin’s eyes were clearly narrowed; he didn’t have any good impression of who this person was.

The ten or so subordinates with him also stood straight, their brows furrowed, about to complain to whoever this person had the nerve to make them wait for over an hour, especially for such a crucial mission.

Slowly, the door of the driver’s seat opened, and someone was getting out of the car. Levin, who was about to confront whoever it was, suddenly froze when he saw who the newcomer was.

Not only him but also the men with him. His mouth parted, and shock was written in his eyes.

The newcomer swept his eyes around them and smiled rather apologetically.

"I’m sorry, I’m late. I have to convince my cousin to let me go alone." He then took a step forward and stopped before Levin.

Levin’s eyes blinked, not understanding what was going on. How come Mother Empress Liviera was here?