“Well, I fucking love you, and I’m not gonna watch you hurt yourself out of fear of being who and what you are!” Silas wrapped both hands around the wrist holding him captive. “Bear—” “You’re an omega, Silas!” Bear barked. “You’re my omega, and I love you!” He lowered his face inches from Silas’s lips. “Whatever else happens, we’re starting there. You don’t want a bond, fine. I’ll never ask. You wanna live here, stay. You wanna move to the moon, I’ll start building us a damn rocket. You can go anywhere and do anything, but first you have to be an omega. Stop fighting yourself!”
