Valgar
Admitting to Mar how he’d behaved with Quincy was perhaps the hardest thing he had ever done outside of putting a body into the ground. But he had done it, and she had held him afterwards as he apologised like a child and struggled not to cry from shame.
“Of course,” he agreed, kissing the back of her hand with a little bow before taking his leave.
He couldn’t delay or he would find a distraction, or worse yet, some task that truly needed doing but could still never come before his mate’s wellbeing.
No one spoke of the work that came from having two omegas and he idly wondered how his grandfather had managed to have three and still.
.. But well, the answer seemed likely to be that he had not done the work or dedicated himself to their happiness.