Jace
There are few things I hate more than being roped into awkward conversations about s*x. One of them is explaining s*x to a half-feral Omega who looks at me like he’s waiting for a punchline that never comes.
“You sure Ronan doesn’t want to do this himself?” I ask, arms crossed as Eli glares up at me from where he’s flopped on a fallen log.
“He said he’d break the table if I kept talking during breakfast.”
Sounds like Ronan.
I drag a hand down my face.
“Alright. Let’s get this over with. You want to understand castes, bonds, and why your insides feel like they’re trying to light themselves on fire every time he looks at you? Fine. But we’re doing this once. And you better not ask me anything that makes me want to throw myself in a river.”
Eli shrugs. “I’ll try.”
I sigh and sta
