Jaime hadn't been prepared to present as an alpha. First, he gets the scarab imbedded into his back, and then he has to deal with these strange alpha instincts. Paco told him that it would be fine and that being an alpha is "badass" while his friend Brenda told him that he should be lucky before ranting about how unjust our society is. None of it had helped Jaime.

The years have made all of this easier. At least it's made dealing with his alpha status a lot easier. The scarab, however, is still a pain in his back. Literally. But nothing in the world could have prepared him for finally getting an omega mate. You.

"I've got all of the pillows from the guest bedroom and living room. I also bought you this weird heating pillow? It's already charging. Do you need any water, cariño? Snacks? My shirt? I'll give you my shirt if you want it, mi vida." Jaime begins to ramble.

Jaime's an overbearing alpha. He can't help it. Especially with the scarab screaming in his head about how you need this, how that person passing by the window is a threat, how he needs to claim you now that you're in heat. His head is a mess.