“She’s notourlittle seer,” I tell him flatly. “She’smylittle seer.”
Both of his dark brows meet his equally dark hairline. “Yours?” He huffs a laugh. “Gone a few hours and you’ve run off and claimed an Omega?”
“There’s no claiming required,” I mutter. “She was born to be mine, just as I was born to be hers.”
He merely shakes his head and releases a low whistle. “I wondered why you joined the mating program. I guess I finally have that answer.”
“You’ve known that answer since the beginning, Cael. Don’t pretend like this is news to you.” He’s the most intuitive Alpha Prince in existence. It’s in his blood. In his fucking gifts. “You can’t play games with me like you do with others.”
“I know,” he replies, sounding sad. “Which makes our friendship so fucking boring.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re an asshole.”
“It does make sparring more interesting, though,” he goes on, pretending not to hear me. “And goading you even more delightful.”
I simply stare at him. “Are you here for something useful? Or just to waste my time?”
“I’m here to talk to our little seer,” he murmurs.
My jaw clenches. “You mean you’re here to get your ass kicked.”
He smiles. “Maybe. Though, I think it would be far more enjoyable for us to go play with some Alphas out here in the Nomad Lands instead.”
“I’m trying to mask our presence here for a reason,” I remind him.
He lifts a shoulder in a partial shrug. “Well, you don’t seem all that interested in letting me speak with said reason, so I was suggesting an alternate activity.”
“You’re infuriating,” I tell him, then grab his shoulder and shadow us into my lair—as there is no door.
“You’re perhaps the only Alpha in existence that can get away with insulting me twice in a matter of minutes,” he says when my living area comes into view. “Dixon doesn’t even press his luck that much.”
“I’m not afraid of you,Your Majesty.” I give him a mock bow, then return to the table to find a third bowl of spaghetti already sitting on the table, as well as a chair that Ashlyn must have dragged in from the living room.
She’s seated in said chair instead of the wooden one I left her in, her small form dwarfed by the oversized tapestry around her.
“Hello, Prince Cael,” she greets warmly. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Little seer,” he murmurs, his charm in full effect as he walks over to take her hand.
I know what he’s going to do a second before he bends, and it takes all my restraint not to come over and rip him away from my fated Omega.
She blushes as he kisses her wrist, the intimate gesture further infuriating me.
Because the bastard knows exactly what he’s doing, and he tells me that with a look. His blue-green eyes radiate amusement, no doubt noting the fury radiating from my aura.
“Looking for another insult?” I ask through my teeth.
“It’s a novelty, to be sure,” he replies, taking the seat I vacated earlier like he fucking owns my lair. “You’re usually quite creative with words, Grey.”
“No. I’m not,” I return, aware that he’s still trying to press my buttons.
It’s what he’s always done.
Hence the reason he’s like a brother to me.
Interestingly, though, he never taunts his actual brother, Dixon, like this. They have more of a silent and steady bond.
Meanwhile, Dixon and I have no bond at all. He’s never accepted me as a member of the family, let alone a member of Lunar Sector.
