"Then… what should we do to make sure omegas are safe, and alphas too?" Zayden's voice was soft, yet his gaze was sharp.
"I am unsure," Soren admitted, lowering his eyes. "Every law has consequences, and we must live with them. If we nullify those protecting the omegas, the empire could collapse in a day. Some alphas would take advantage…" He hesitated. "As an omega myself, I doubt I could bear to witness such a dreadful sight."
Zayden bit his lips. His chest tightened, a heavy weight pressing against it as Soren's words sank in.
He remembered the day Soren had manifested as an omega—amber eyes brimming with tears, voice breaking as he wailed, "I never asked to be an omega."
That day, Zayden had wished he had not been born an alpha either. After that, they had not spoken to each other. For years.
"Why do you look like this?" Soren forced a laugh, noticing Zayden's expression shift.
"Like what?"
"Like you are about to cry," Soren laughed.
