All Chapters of The Omega: The Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

' I am sorry ' the Queen said at the evening meal when Keats finally coarse her out of their room but moira was blatantly ignoring the queen. ' I said I am sorry moira. ' the queen repeated with a steel edge.' I heard but it is not accepted. ' Mo said when she sense that everybody eyes were on her.' babe, she apologized. ' Keats said softly.' she did but we all know that she doesn't mean it. At the earliest opportunity she has she will kick me out. I only accept apologies from the heart not because it is expected of me to accept. ' Mo explained to everybody although it was suppose to be for just Keats ears.' what do I have to do for you to accept the apology. ' the queen gritted out in barely concealed anger.' show me that your loyalty lies with me, that you support me, that you stand for my relationship with your son, that you will not stab me in the back at the first opp

____________________________' Keats the coronation is about to start what are you doing here. ' Mo asks when she entered Keats study and saw him with his head in between his hands. ' Keats, are you okay ?'' how did you find me ?' Keats muffled voice came out from where he was seating.' we are fully mates remember. Normally I would be hurt that you forgot something like that but I will pardon you just this once. '' thanks for your grace. My Queen. ' Keats said as he raised his head to see his only reason for not going insane pick up her gown and started to walk to him as she tried to avoid fallen and broken furniture which was his handiwork when he was pissed off after his father death the day before, now he is just numb. ' we have to clean this room and keep it for our son when we do have one. ' Keats said as he drew Mo to him when she was within arm's reach.' I

       ‘ Keats. ’ Mo shrieks as she saw her husband who was standing beside her bed at the infirmary with his hands folded against his chest. His broad chest that would look good being scratched by her nails as he sleeps with her that night.   ‘ what are you doing here. ’ she added when she finally shook off her horny thoughts about her husband.       ‘ what are you doing here. ’ Keats asks in return as his answer. ‘ why do you look shocked as if I won't know that you were here and that I won't come here to see you. In fact I am hurt  you think that I don't notice what you do.... Ouch mother. ’ Keats complained when his mother hit his head.     ‘ don't raise your voice at your mate. If you had being paying attention to her you would have notice the difference. Keats. I taught you better than the way you are treating your mate. ’