Page 2 of Sweet Omega
Ludiin visibly flinched, curling further into Luci’s side as if Tarymn's words had scorched him.
The omega still hadn’t looked at him. Not once. While Luci’s glare could have lit him on fire.
The fuck was he supposed to do with them?He didn’t know how to be a brother to these two. Let alone aguardian.
And worst of all? No one was giving him a choice.
The legal advisor stared at him. Waiting. Tense. As if Tarymn hadn’t spoken.
“No other living relatives?” Tarymn tried again. “Not a single omega who might actually understand what Ludiin is about togo through?” He knew it was a long shot. One last desperate grasp for an out.
“No,” the beta said smoothly. “Besides, your dad made his wishes clear. He wanted you and your brother to take care of them. They’re family.”
Family.
The word grated like a serrated knife against Tarymn’s nerves. He rubbed the back of his neck, jaw clenched tight, fighting the urge to scream. To denounce his dad, his blood, his entire damn lineage. But he couldn’t.
He should’ve cut ties the moment their dad walked out and never looked back. But he hadn’t. And now… this was what it had come to.
Silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as he scrambled for a solution, anything that might pull him out of this nightmare. Nothing came to mind. He should just walk away, leave them where they were. They weren’t his responsibility. But a sharp twist of guilt curled in his gut, reminding him that he’d regret not doing right by them.
“Damn, okay,” he muttered, slamming his thumb down on the device. The beta grunted in satisfaction, sealing his fate.
Family.Funny how that word only seemed to matter now.
Tarymn turned his gaze to the still form on the bed. Their dad. Lifeless. Cold.
Family, huh?
The alpha hadn’t even looked back.
“Make arrangements for my dad to be put to rest,” Tarymn said tightly. “I’m sure he’d want to be near their father.”
The legal advisor gave a small, nervous smile and nodded. “Yes. It’s already been arranged.”
Tarymn caught the flicker of guilt in the beta’s eyes. He knew this was a mess. Knew it wasn’t fair. But he also knew there wasno way around it. He was just another pawn in the late alpha’s final wish.
Tarymn needed to breathe. To think.But his chest was tight. His throat burned.
He could feel it. That dangerous stir under his skin. The sharp edge of aggression simmering just beneath the surface.
He didn’t do explosions. That was Hym’s specialty. Tarymn prided himself on his control.
He was the quiet type. So contained that most people didn’t even realize he was an aggressive alpha. His scent didn’t announce him like others. He kept himself in check. Always.
But this? It was unraveling something deep in him.
“Good,” he said stiffly. “Let me know if you need anything.”
The legal advisor nodded, clearly recognizing dismissal when he heard it. He threw a quick, hopeful smile toward the omegas, then made a hasty retreat, the door whispering shut behind him.
Tarymn was left standing there. Alone.
Well, not alone.
Hym was still there, lounging against the wall like this was just another passing inconvenience. But his twin had checked out years ago, the day their dad walked out and never came back. Whatever piece of him had cared about family had gone with him.
And then there were the omegas. Still there. Still watching.
