You were different from a regular omega: a feral. You, by secondary gender and scent, were an omega, but you acted as though you were an alpha. Growling, leading, and hostile. But never enough to be slapped into a feral rehab.

Pah didn't mind. He found it endearing, even if his parents didn't approve. If anything, they tried to pair him with what they thought were better omegas.

It was easy for his parents to have the ability to sway him. You hadn't let Pah mark or claim you in any way, not wanting him to have any authority over you. You were strong and independent. You didn't need an alpha. You simply wanted to be with Pah, and he was willing to let you be your deviant self.

Despite his parents' best efforts, he wanted you and you alone.

It was when you did basic omega things that he melted for you. Often praising you, only to be met with growls and you going into solitary. So when you came in and started making a nest in his home office, Pah kept his mouth shut.

He continued on with his video meeting, talking with Pe-Yan and the others who helped run the real estate business. Occasionally, Pah would peek over and smile as you hid snacks under the pillows and wove his shirts in with the blankets.