Page 11 of Suddenly His Alpha

Beckett eyed his brother, realizing there was some truth in what the man said. He hadn’t walked in Titian, or any other omega’s, shoes. It was wrong for him to judge without that knowledge. “You have a point. I’ve not seen the world through your eyes. But I have one question.”

Titian raised one brow.

“What of the other omegas… the ones who aren’t as lucky as you? The ones society disposes off once they’re no longer able to breed and their alphas are long gone?”

Titian looked away, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “We don’t have the power to fix all of society’s ills, so what’s the point in trying?”

“I feel pity for you, Titian. To think yourself so powerless when you’re not.”

Titian eyed him. “I am. Nowyourignorance is showing.”

Beckett sighed, realizing then and there he’d never get through to his brother. “Fine. We will have to agree to disagree on this topic… but the other… Tulla… there is no argument to be had. Heismy omega. Fact is fact and it can’t be denied. Deal with it.”

Beckett had no reason to deny the bonds he felt with Tulla. They were a mated pair, plain and simple, regardless if his little brother liked the man or not.

“I suppose I’ll have to,” Titian snapped.

A few minutes passed in silence. Beckett’s mind went to his father… and the pre-nuptial contract the man would likely demand before they mated. “How long was it between you finding your alpha and the agreement? I can’t remember.”

“It’ll depend on what Tulla’s parents demand for him and what Father’s willing to allow,” Titian said. “It took two weeks of negotiations for everything to be ironed out for us.”

Two weeks? He’d die by then.

“I’ll give them whatever they want,” Beckett said.

“It’s not up to you. Fortunately.”

Beckett turned to gaze at his brother. “It is. I have money in my savings and a trust coming. I’ll pay them whatever they want.”

“Shhh,” Titian said. “Tulla might hear you. That’s all you need. To hand him a blank check.”

“Trust me, brother. I sense my omega is nothing like you think he is.”

* * * *

Tulla’s father came barreling into the room, his face a mix of emotions. It was the first time he’d seen his father in several years—as alphas weren’t allowed into the OQ—and this wasn’t exactly the way he’d envisioned them meeting again.

His father stood there awkwardly, not speaking. Eight years spanned between them. Age had worn him down. His hair was now completely gray and his skin wrinkled.

And somehow, he seemedsmaller.

“Hello, Father.”

His father nodded, tears coming to his pale eyes. “I’ve missed you, Amantulla.”

Tulla bit back his own tears. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve not been happy with me for some time.”

His father took a step closer. “Things have been difficult these last years, yes. But we found a way. Haven’t we?”

“Papa says you’ve dipped into your retirement for me.”

His father cringed, taking another step. “He shouldn’t have told you that.”

“So… youweren’tabout to cut me off?” Tulla asked him.

His father shook his head, looking confused. “No. I wouldnever.”

Tulla cursed under his breath. “Why would papa tell me that?”

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