Arwell chuckled and looked at Ryo.“I have a question for you.”
“Sure.”
“Why are so many of the dark elves such good partner material?Like abnormally so.”
He smiled.“Monster class.”
“What?”
“The men in Sirrush’s colony guard were all monster class.We didn’t know what we would be facing.We enlisted because our own marriage prospects were slim to none, and when we were waiting for our commanding officer to rejoin the world, we studied history, dance, music, all the softer sciences that we had not been allowed to study in the worlds of our birth.”
“Well, having guys studying for eight hundred years and coming out well-educated and patient does seem to fit the timeline for most males I have met.”
Gasps sounded around the room, and Hatcher laughed.Her dark blue partner said, “You know, if my brother weren’t an omega with a tremendous ego, I might not have agreed, but he made us learn what made a good partner and why he didn’t want one.Then he met Olivia, and he made some alterations to his way of thinking.After that, all family chats were about making sure your partner was comfortable, in and out of bed.”
Hatcher muttered, “I didn’t think sex was supposed to be comfortable.”
The alphas around her slowly turned to look at her as she sipped her tea.Arwell snorted.Rhea didn’t say anything, but she was busy chewing.Her guys were determined to get nutrition into her.It was cute.
Arwell looked toward her dish, and a mouthful of food was waiting.She looked at Ryo.
He grinned.“I was just waiting for you to slow down.”
She laughed and then covered her mouth as the food was shoved into her.She continued laughing, and he was grinning.He continued to feed her in between his own bites, and she snickered.“So, I am getting off light.”
He smiled.“Our third is at work today, and he couldn’t get away.”
“Uh-huh.Who is he?”
“A big bird.Currently a jump instructor with clients launching out of a plane.”
“Ah.What do you do for a living?”
He smiled.“Trainer.I make grown men cry.”
“Me, too, but I use different techniques.”She smiled.
He grinned.“I work for Havlock.”
“Who is that?”
One of Rhea’s guys wiggled his fingers at her.
“That was disturbing,” Arwell mumbled as Ryo put another dumpling in her mouth.
Lady Fen was taking photos and chortling to herself.Ryo said, “Thank you for hosting this breakfast, Lady Fen.”
“I have been trying to line up omegas for those of you I know.I wasn’t expecting them to drop through the ceiling.These ladies are not delicate, but next to you, gentlemen, they seem very suitable for them.”
Arwell chewed and muttered, “Did she just call me fat?”
Lady Fen narrowed her eyes.“You could stand to lose a few pounds, Arwell.”
“Just wait until the next charity auction.I am going to wipe the floor with you, you little twerp.”Arwell scowled.
Lady Fen blinked.“Where do you get your money, Arwell?”
“From my job, Fen.”
