Owen
“So, brother,” I let out a heavy sigh as my brother appears at my side as I walk down the hall of the palace. “I hear you’ve got that delicious little pet of yours training with the guards.”
My wolf growls at Diego’s use of the word “delicious”, at the idea that he might know what my Amelia tastes like. I try to ease my wolf, reminding him that Diego is intentionally trying to provoke me.
“How would you know?” I retort. “You hardly ever train yourself.”
Diego smirks. “There are much more fun ways to stay fit, brother. Besides, there are a few Omegas who enjoy reporting to me.”
“I doubt reporting is what they enjoy doing to you,” I mutter.
“Well, well, well! Look who joined the double entendre banter game! Not a bad start, brother!” Diego claps me on the back as we arrive at Fa
