Ghian
Aalyan looked adorably confused. In a way, it was heart-breaking, Ghian suspected no one had ever asked him before. They’d just told him what they wanted, and he’d given it to them, again and again, never thinking of the cost to himself.
Ghian was familiar with the impulse himself, but he’d had Erea and Telez and to an extent Tlessi and other elders to drag him back. He bit his tongue, letting the silence thicken as his mate’s mind rushed for an answer to the surprising question. At long last, Aalyan licked his lips. “Now?”
It wasn’t what he’d meant, but it was a start, so Ghian nodded, intent on not speaking until Aalyan responded. As an alpha, he was meant to guide his omega, but guiding wasn’t giving someone the answers, it was asking them the questions that would allow them to
