“Sirhe, don’t… you don’t know what this will do to our family.”
“No, father. The truth will come out soon enough. Dad is right. We should have let Jamue choose the alpha he wanted five years ago. He chose to help Hym at the centre. I didn’t force him.”
“He was in heat. He wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Sirhe shook his head. “He wasn’t far gone that he couldn’t choose for himself. He wanted to help his true mate. And we did everything we could to hide the truth because we were afraid of what people would say. I don’t think we should have done that, father.”
Silence met Sirhe’s words.
Hym stared at Jamue. His mate sat on the couch, his head hung low, trembling. Hym clenched his jaw as the need to protect him filled him. He couldn’t stand to watch him like this.
Fuck…
Tarymn turned to him. “He is…your dream omega.”
Hym nodded.
“Your dreams are real?” Tarymn asked. “Makar, what have you done?”
“Fuck, Tarymn, this is not the time,” Makar snapped, staring at Master Rosh.
The alpha was fuming, his face red.
“So, you’ve been lying to me, lying to my family, giving us the impression that your son is pure, untouched,” the alpha said slowly and measured, “while you know the truth that some ruffian had his paws on him and his cock inside him.”
The sick bastard.
Hym shoved to his feet. “That’s enough. You’re not going to talk about my mate like that.”
Master Rosh laughed.
He was getting on his fucking nerves. Hym stepped close to him.
“Stop, Hym,” his brother grasped his arm. "Don’t make the situation worse than it already is. Focus on your mate.”
Hym glanced at Jamue.
He looked scared.
“You said you wanted to give Jamue a chance to choose, let's do that,” Master Rosh said smoothly.
“You still want to bond with him?” Jamue’s omega father asked. The surprise in his voice was unmistakable.
Hym clenched his jaw.
“Yes,” Rosh said, staring at him. “He was mine to begin with.”
Hym roared.
One minute he was standing with his brother, and the next, he was inches from Master Rosh with Deltta standing between them.
Hym stared at the Alpha King, breathing hard as the alpha’s scent and aggression overwhelmed him.
Fuck, he was strong.
His wolf had no choice but to submit to him.
“Calm down,” he said softly. “There’s no need for things to get ugly. Jamue will choose the alpha he wants. Allow him the freedom his dad is trying to give him.”