Selwyn nods. “Yes, in a moment of primal dominance. My theory is, the bite triggered the heat, and the heat sealed the bond.”
I stare blankly. This is an awful lot to take in. A veritable tome of information, which normally I could cope with. But this is all so very personal. It is overwhelming.
Selwyn takes a sip of his tea. I tilt my head down towards Llywelyn, who is still being silent and still in my lap.
“That doesn’t explain this?” I hate talking about Llywelyn as if he isn’t here, but I can’t think of any other way of wording it.
“You’re his Prince Charming,” says Selwyn. “A big strong man swooping in to solve all his problems. All he has to do is submit to you, love you. And in return, you are going to give him the protection he has always craved.”
Selwyn taps his own head with his finger. “That’s what is going on in here. His instincts are telling him he doesn’t need to be strong anymore. Or independent. He no longer needs to keep it together. All he needs is you.”
I squirm in my seat. As much as I can with my arms full of Llywelyn.
“He let all his walls down, and then he thought you rejected him. Right now, he’ll do anything to gain your approval. For you to take him back.”
My bowels turn to ice once more as Selwyn takes off his affable act and allows me to see the true darkness of what he is capable of. I nod enthusiastically. Warning received and understood.
“I’m confident that once reassured, Llywelyn will be more himself.”
I nod in agreement. I’m hopeful this is something akin to a panic attack, and it will pass.
“However, this mating bond has changed him. The bond is strong for him. It has awoken his omega nature. It will compel him to obey you.”
My breath comes out in a hitch. “How do we undo it?”
It’s an awful lot of responsibility. And Llywelyn deserves to be capable of independent thought.
“Do you want to undo it?” asks Selwyn as he raises an eyebrow.
My heart thumps. My stomach squirms. I swear I feel my very soul do something strange. Fuck. I don’t think I do. I don’t want this thing between us undone.
Selwyn nods at whatever he sees in my eyes. His gaze drops down to Llywelyn and a tender smile teases at his lips.
“Loo-loo has never had a head for politics.”
I only just squash down my snort of derision before it escapes. I really want to say, ‘that’s what you think,’ but I don’t.
Wait. What did he call Llywelyn? Loo-loo? The first syllable of his name repeated. Is that what his family call him? It is adorable. I want to use it.
“But that’s not a problem. He is a fourth-born son,” continues Selwyn with a shrug.
It takes me a minute to figure out what he is talking about. Oh yeah. Politics. He thinks Llywelyn doesn’t have the head for it, and that it’s fine because he is so far down the pecking order, he doesn’t need to be any good at it.
Selwyn fixes me with a peculiar look. “He can retire, stop fighting his omega nature, and be your trad-wife.”
My eyebrows rise. More at the translator’s choice of words than anything else. But Trad-wife certainly paints a very clear picture. In fact, I think the translator has nailed it.
“Loo-loo will be happy,” Selwyn says softly.
“What about me?” I blurt.
Selwyn’s eyes narrow. “You think my brother, a prince, is not good enough for you?”
I gulp. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m just not sure if I am this alpha thing, and if that’s all I want from life.”
Selwyn chuckles. “Yes, you are, and yes, it is.”
I stare at him.
