"I was… I was immature. I know saying that doesn't change anything, but my father raised me with prejudice against omegas since I was a child. I should've been wiser. I should've known he was wrong. I was a complete bastard, so… I'm really sorry. I hope we can start over—not as consort and prince, but maybe as friends. But I'd understand if you don't want to forgive me."
Silas heard the apology. But he had mixed feelings about it.
That rejection from his first love had been a harsh awakening—a brutal reminder of the difference in status between them. It had taught him that, as an omega, he needed to know his place, that he was foolish to have feelings for an alpha.
Alric lowered his head. The man—so much taller and broader than Silas—suddenly looked small. Pitiful, even.
Silas remained silent. He didn't respond.
And as the silence dragged on, Alric slowly lifted his face, panic creeping into his expression.
"Silas?"
