Ethan was… an omega.
He stood in front of the mirror in the guest suite and stared at himself like his reflection had personally betrayed him. Six months ago he'd looked the same in the ways that mattered - same jaw, same eyes, same posture of a man used to job sites and deadlines and people yelling over machinery.
Now there were differences he couldn't unsee.
He was leaner. Not 'lost weight' leaner, Dax's doctors were too good and too strict to let that happen, but his body carried itself differently, like the structure under his skin had been rewritten. Muscle definition in places that hadn't needed it before. A different tension in his shoulders. A quiet, constant awareness of himself that felt… biological, not psychological.
It still pissed him off.
