While Rihan conversed with his siblings—who all shared strikingly similar features, hazel eyes and long black hair, everyone wearing it grew out—Taeryn stayed by his side. So far, so good.
He could already tell that Eunwoo was the one omega he could tolerate, maybe even like. Eunwoo was practically glued to his Alpha wife, who was, frankly, stunning. Tattoo sleeves wrapped her arms, her hair was cropped short in a way that suited her perfectly, and her brown eyes carried a sharp, commanding presence. She held herself high and unapologetic.
Junho, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying himself. He wore a wide smile despite the deep, jagged scar cutting down the side of his face.
Rihan had mentioned he was military, and it showed. His hair was the shortest among them, barely brushing his shoulders, likely grown out after years of keeping it cropped.
