"When exactly did his rut start?" Suga asked.
"Yesterday," Marcus replied, his voice noticeably deflating. He glanced left and right as if to make sure no one else was within earshot. His gaze landed on Gale in the distance, but he didn't seem too concerned— Gale wasn't someone he felt he had to be wary of. "Ah! Right!" As if struck by a brilliant idea, Marcus's voice unintentionally lifted before he leaned in closer to Suga, their eyes nearly level. He continued in a more hushed tone, "Maybe he didn't want to tire you out. Alpha primes have insane stamina during rut. It can be overwhelming for an omega. Zion used to handle more than five omegas in one session—"
Ah, shit. Marcus straightened up instantly and aggressively ran both hands through his hair in distress. "Why the hell did I say that—fuck." He cursed again, clearly regretting the words the moment they left his mouth.
Suga had already heard it.
