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And he’d always given Sinclair a wide berth, without my even having to ask him to do it. Now, I realized it wasn’t fair to ask Rohan not to interact with Sinclair. And he also wasn’t mine. It was fucked that I even thought that.
Next to me, Eleri put her hand on my bicep. “What is it? Your scent changed.”
“Nothing,” I said, turning to her, mindful of the fact that if I let myself get out of control, it would affect her. I needed to be responsible. I took a deep breath.
“Is it Sinclair?” she said quietly.
“Let’s not even think about Sinclair,” I said.
“All right,” she said.
There was something in her voice. “But?” I prompted.
She sighed heavily. “Only that someday, we do have to talk about it. Not here, obviously. Not now. This is neither the time nor the place. But I’m your omega. We’re going to have a life bond. So, you need to tell me eventually.”
I did not want to tell her. Maybe I could get her to stop wondering about it if I gave her some details, just enough to satisfy her curiosity. Going through the whole thing again would be tantamount to living through it again. I couldn’t handle that. “Look, he and I had a thing right after I presented. I presented first, so I was the heir, and he presented only a month or so later. We were the only two in our generation at that point. Rohan didn’t present until years later. So, we were close for a while.”
“I know this,” she said. “Anyway, like I said, we can talk about it later.”
“It got toxic,” I said. “He got me doing drugs. We used to go out together, and he’d do crazy, dangerous things. I wanted to be good for him, to give him stability. But he only wanted to fuck other people and make terrible decisions and basically try to kill himself. I wasn’t good for him, and he was really bad for me.”
She nodded, very serious.
“Just… fuck him,” I said, a little sullen. “I don’t want to talk about him. There’s nothing to talk about.”
She tapped her lower lip, looking at Sinclair across the room, her gaze going hazy, her scent changing in a way I didn’t much like.
Oh, look, there was the Queen, making her way over to speak to Sinclair.
Wait a moment.
“Eleri,” I said.
She looked up at me, hearing the way my tone had changed. “What?”
“Who put you in this dress?”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s lavender,” I said.
“Well, is that bad?”
“It is if the Queen is wearing lavender,” I said, nodding at the Queen, who was wearing a dress almost the exact same shade of light purple as my omega’s. “Tell me who put you in this dress, because I’m going to have them fired.”
“No, don’t.” She bit down on her lip. “It’s bad to wear a dress the same color as the Queen, I take it?”
“Who put you in this dress?”
“I wanted to wear it!” She chewed on her bottom lip, sighing heavily. “I was so insistent, I wouldn’t even let them argue with me.”
I shook my head. “Wait, what? Why did you want to wear this dress?”
“Well, my mother sent it to me,” she said. “Because of what they’re saying in the tabloids—”
“I told you not to look at that. You’re better off never knowing. I told you—”
“I didn’t,” she said. “But my mother looked. She said that it’s all over the place, that I’m denying my roots and turning into a posh dress-up doll for the monarchy. Here I am, the first commoner omega, and you’d never know it.”
