Alex chuckled softly, a low, knowing sound. "He appears to be a weak omega," he began, setting the glass down on the table. "One of those who love too deeply.....desperate to win their husband back. But his expression…" His voice trailed off for a moment as his mind replayed the earlier scene, Gabe's hand gripping him, the warmth of his touch, the pulse of raw temptation that had electrified his every nerve.
Damien tilted his head, curiosity flickering across his features. "His expression?" he pressed. "What about it?"
"It told a completely different story," Alex said finally, his smirk returning. "He looked… hungry. Tell me, Damien....what kind of omega, one who supposedly loves his husband and wants to win him back, would be so desperate to suck the cock of a therapist he barely met? No… that wasn't love or longing for his husband. That was rebellion. He wants to discard his husband, not win him back. And he wants to use me to do it."
