The were-tiger saw a young man looking out into the ocean. Roger looked at him with his wide, brown eyes.
"I made a fool out of myself, didn't I?" He slumped down, dragging a stick through the sand.
"You don't want babies?" Royce looked at him surprised. He'd never heard of an omega who didn't want babies.
"Correction. I want litters of babies, yes. First, I want to become the best writer out there. Then I can support the many litters I want to have." Roger said, looking out at the dancing waves.
"So you haven't found your fated mate yet?" Royce felt fear coil around his heart. He resisted the urge all this time to show him that he was his fated mate.
"Yes. I have found my fated mate. I love him more than anything." Roger whispered to the night breeze.
"You have?" Royce felt his bell
