My Mate is The Demon King

Why Don't You Give Her A Chance?

"Don't get used to it." I muttered as I continued cleaning Michaela.

"I just find it weird for you to be caring for someone and an Omega at that. Is she...?" she trailed off.

I shot her a glare before she could even finish her sentence. I don't want to hear any of that bullshit mate business.

"Come on, Lucian. Having a mate isn't as bad as you make it out in your head." she smiled as she grabbed more towels and clean clothes for the Omega.

"I told you, I don't believe in mates. They're just an excuse to tie someone down, and you know that. Why will the kingdom not function when I don't have a mate? It's been functioning perfectly fine for the past couple of decades without one, so why would I need one now?" I spat bitterly.

"Just in case you haven't noticed, you've slaughtered many innocent people." she pointed out.

I rolled my eyes and threw a towel at her.

"And? What exactly is your point?" I grumbled.

"Why don't you give that Omega a chance? Why don't you give Michaela a chance?" she softly asked.

Michaela. Her name sends weird tingles all over my body.

"Because I don't want to and that's it." I grumbled as I started drying her body.

"Lucian, you feel the pull. I know you do. Why do you have to deny it this much?" she asked, exasperated.

"Astrid, I am letting you be because you are his sister, but I suggest you do not push me any further. I'm already at my limit with you." I bit.

"You know you love me." she teased.

"There is a fine line between love and tolerating. I tolerate you." I emphasized.

"That's good enough." she laughed.

She handed me clean clothes, and upon recognizing that it was mine, I crumpled the clothes into my hands and glared daggers at her.

"Why my clothes? Do we not have a smaller size?" I grumbled.

"If you're fine with her having another person's scent, then give it to me." she said flatly, as she held out her hand.

I glared at her and angrily tossed the clothes on the bed. f*****g fine! I put the clothes on the Omega, and she started looking better. The doctor came into the room, gave Astrid and me a bow, and slowly made her way to the Omega. She called out every procedure she attempted to do on the Omega. Maybe she heard about what happened earlier. I rolled my eyes at their fear. Once she had finished, she turned to me with a serious look on her face.

"Your Highness, Michaela is underweight. Her BMI is too low, and this affects how her body heals her. As you know, Omegas are the frailer wolves that we have. At this rate, her healing time matches that of a human's. If you want her to get better, she's going to have to get that BMI to at least normal." she stated.

I clenched my fist and my jaw.

"Why does this happen?" I asked.

"The majority of Omegas are not treated fairly. In his case, I'm going to assume his Alpha treated her like a vermin. She was clearly abused and this is not the first time this has happened." she explained.

"That f*****g bastard!" I growled loudly as I felt myself shift.

"Lucian...?" the Omega softly called out.

I stopped the shift halfway and slowly looked at her.

"Omega." I acknowledged.

I could see the surprised look on Astrid and the doctor's faces. I closed the distance between the Omega and me. She slowly turned to look at me.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"At the hospital wing." I said.

"Hello, Michaela. I'm Charmaine, your doctor." the doctor introduced herself.

"I... I can't be here." she stuttered.

"Why the f**k not?" I demanded.

"My Alpha will kill me if he finds out." she whimpered as she tried to get up.

I immediately got on top of her and pinned her arms above her head and used my legs to pin her down. She was surprised at the sudden action and averted her gaze from me. I slowly leaned into her ear and gently bit down on her ear.

"You are mine now. Nobody will touch you as long as I say so. Now stay here and get treated." I harshly whispered.

"Yes, your Highness." she whimpered out.

"Good girl." I said as I pulled away. "Give her IV fluid, and make sure she gets prepared a meal suitable to raise her BMI. I want people at the door watching to make sure her f*****g Alpha doesn't get through. Claro?"

"Yes, sire." Astrid smirked.

"Good, now leave. Get him something to eat." I said.

Astrid just giggled and headed out of the room with the doctor.

"Sire, please get off of me...." she quietly pleaded.

Shit. I scrambled to my feet and sat beside the bed. I looked at her, and it was only now that I realized how thin she actually was. How could I not have noticed that before? I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, and she gently reached for me and held onto the sleeve of my shirt.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." she whispered.

"If you're really sorry, you're going to do as the doctor says. You have to be healthy in order to work here. You got that, Omega?" I said.

"Why... Why do you not call me by my name?" she softly asked.

"Because I don't want to, okay? The doctor will be back any second. You stay here and wait for her. I have matters to attend to." I said as I stood up.

By matters, I mean your stupid ass Alpha who thick skinned enough to show up and torment my staff. Only I can torment my staff and nobody can lay a hand on my Omega. She's my shiny new toy. I smirked at the thought. Maybe that was the reason I was acting like that, and not because she's my mate.