Third Person
Rain glanced between Cealan and Karim. They looked too familiar with each other, and beneath his skin, Raze growled, not liking the thought of another omega getting close. In terms of looks, Rain could be best described as a white lotus under snow, while Prince Karim was dark-skinned and outspoken, a sun-browned lotus still surviving. Rain looked like the fragile version, and Karim was the kind who would burn if you got close enough.
Cealan instantly sensed Rain's protest as his finger tightened around his arm, so he turned and smiled at his mate, patting his hand a little. "The prince is only an old acquaintance," he whispered.
"I didn't say anything," Rain scoffed, his voice dripping with jealousy.
Cealan sighed and nodded. "I know. Just saying."
Raze eased, but his gaze never left Crown Prince Karim.
