Page 1 of Sweet Omega
Prologue
Tarymn
Six years ago.
The two omegas stood silently across the room, looking like they didn’t know whether to run or cry. Luci and Ludiin.
Hisstepbrothers.
And soon to be…to his disbelief…hiswards. Just one thumbprint away from being legally responsible for them.
Tarymn clenched his jaw so hard it ached.
The old alpha had found a way to screw him over from the grave. He didn’t even like saying “dad” anymore. He still remembered the day the bastard walked out. Their mother’s body hadn’t even gone cold before their dad was sniffing around some soft-spoken omega, building a second family like the firstone hadn’t just shattered. The memory left a sour taste in his mouth.
And now, Tarymn was forced to clean up his mess.
“What are you going to do?” Hym asked, lazily leaning against the wall like he didn’t have a stake in any of this.
He stood just inside the door, only a few paces from the bed where their dad’s body lay, still and cold. Like even death had come too easily for him. Like he couldn’t be bothered to hold on just long enough to see his second set of sons bonded and safe before bowing out.
Tarymn’s chest tightened.
What the fuck was he supposed to do with them?
“You? Not we?” he shot at Hym, bitterly.
Hym just shrugged, offering nothing.
Tarymn turned back to the two omegas.God, how old were they?
The younger one, Ludiin, looked like a frightened wisp of a thing, curled into Luci’s side, eyes fixed on the floor like he was trying to disappear. Tarymn caught fleeting glimpses of him beneath a thick curtain of black hair, porcelain skin that looked like it was never touched by the sun, lips tinted a soft rose like they’d been painted on. A delicate jawline. And long lashed eyelids.
Luci, on the other hand, radiated heat and fury. His scowl twisted his otherwise handsome face, jaw clenched tight, and golden hair falling messily into his storm-dark eyes. He looked seconds from exploding, rage simmering just beneath the surface.
“Everything’s been finalized,” the legal advisor said, as if that made any of this better. “All you have to do is place your thumb here.” He gestured to the screen of the e-reader with professional detachment.
That’s it?No questions? No discussion?
Tarymn’s throat felt tight.
“I travel for work,” he said, voice rough with the strain of restraint. “I can’t take in anyone. I don’t have the time.”
The noose of his dad’s last wish wrapped tighter around his neck.
He tugged at his collar like it was choking him.
“They’re not cubs,” the legal advisor offered. “They can manage on their own, mostly. Luci’s nineteen, once he finishes school, he’ll be ready to work. And Ludiin’s only a year behind. A genius this one. He’s already got job offers lined up, but your dad insisted he finish school first. So, they’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
Tarymn heard the words, every one of them landing like a distant echo. But his mind snagged on one detail, refusing to let go.
“He’s not eighteen,” he said.
“Only a month away,” the beta replied with a shrug, as if it didn’t matter.
It fucking mattered.
“He hasn’t gone through his first heat yet,” Tarymn snapped, more harshly than he meant to.
