Page 83 of Sweet Omega
Hym studied him, the smile slipping from his face. His brow furrowed, like he was trying to piece together something he’d long suspected.
“He’s not our real brother, you know that, right?”
“I know.”
“Then what’s stopping you from claiming him? You want him. You’ve wanted him for years. Are you really going to keep pretending that you don’t?”
Tarymn didn’t answer.
“Fine,” Hym muttered. “Suit yourself.”
He turned for the door.
“Go,” Tarymn said. “Don’t keep your mate waiting.”
Hym hesitated like he wanted to argue, to push harder, but instead, he just sighed and walked out.
Tarymn listened to the sound of his footsteps fading, followed by the low hum of the hover pod drifting away. The silence that followed stretched on, deafening and unsettling. And in his chest, something twisted.
Yet, he sat perfectly still, staring at the closed door as if it could save him from the heartache he knew was coming.
Chapter 17
Ludiin
"Idon’t know why I let you drag me into this," Ludiin muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on Baron waving enthusiastically from across the dimly lit eatery. A whole table of alphas and omegas turned to look like they were about to watch a show. His show.
Heat rushed to his cheeks. Great. Humiliation, round two.
Fuck.
The atmosphere was far too romantic for his liking. Low lighting, soft instrumental music floating through hidden speakers, and some kind of calming scent diffused in the air like they were trying to lull him into submission.
It only made his skin itch.
He shot a murderous glare at his brother. Luci smiled like he hadn’t just sentenced him to social execution. Ludiin debatedstrangling him right there. But there were witnesses. Hym. Jamue. A whole crowd of well-dressed strangers.
Baron finally rose from the table, all confidence and swagger, and started walking toward them. Ludiin watched helplessly.
He needed a drink. Maybe ten. Or a teleportation device.
Panic clawed up his throat, and he made to bolt, but Luci grabbed his wrist, holding him in place.
“You should let your hair down,” Luci whispered, already reaching for the messy bun Ludiin had thrown together in a moment of post-Tarymn despair. “You look better with it down.”
Ludiin flinched. Tarymn. That name alone made the air feel tight in his lungs. He hadn’t even processed what had happened earlier. That touch still clung to his skin like heat from a burn.
“No. Leave my hair alone,” Ludiin hissed, slapping Luci’s hand away.
“I’m trying to help you,” Luci said innocently.
“You’re trying to kill me. Slowly. In public.”
Luci laughed, then not-so-subtly dragged him forward like he was delivering a prize.
“You arrived just in time,” Baron said smoothly, reaching for Ludiin’s arm. “We were about to order.”
Ludiin tensed.
