I thought he hadn’t found his mate yet, and why was my father looking like he had won a bet on him?
“How did you find out, Father?” He asked again and looked over at Gérard.
Gérard shook his head and muttered. “I didn't know he knew. I wouldn’t snitch on you even if you didn’t tell me to hide it.”
What was going on here? Why does the atmosphere feel hot and built with tension?
“Bring her over to me. I don’t know why you are hiding her from me or if there is something I need to know, spill it.” He folded his hands and rested his jaw on them and focused on Carmine.
“You haven’t answered my question, father.” He reminded him, then he went on. “I smelt an Omega on you and it was pretty strong. She must be a dominant Omega, I see.”
Omega. An Omega was Carmine’s mate.
“Yeah, me too,” Alex
