Sitting in front of the Prince of Maiju, Soren had been forcing himself to smile for the past two hours. The man had been talking nonstop, to the point that the omega's head had begun to ache.
He wanted to blame it on the lack of sleep, on the missed training that had left him sluggish. But he knew very well that skipping a single day of training was not enough to make him vulnerable to someone else's illogical rambling.
"Are you listening?" the Prince of Maiju asked, his grin stretching wider.
"Yes, of course," Soren lied. The alpha's words slipped into one ear and vanished just as easily.
"So, I once had a dream where I could finally meet you. And here we are! I cannot begin to express how delighted I am to have the chance to admire your beauty finally," the man continued, his gaze lingering far too long, gleaming with something that bordered on reverence—or hunger.
