Elián;
I stare at him. Arms crossed and feet furiously tapping against the floor as I wait for his words to make sense.
However, even after he speaks the last words of his failed attempts to justify himself, nothing he said soothes my confusion.
"You're joking!" I spit as I glare at him, and he swallows.
His grey eyes stare at me like he was expecting another response, and the ends of his lips curve downward like he expected me to applaud him.
"Elián…" He whispers as he tries to hold me, but I hit his hands away and move back to get a proper look at him.
He doesn't truly think this is alright… does he!?
"Your second Omega!? Are you kidding me!? You're taking a piss, aren't you?" I rage, and his brows crease in confusion; however, I'm in no mood to clear it. I just want answers.
