CHAPTER 227 Different From The Hybrids

　　Lord Brarthroroz took in Allen's dour expression with a heavy heart. He could understand the complex emotions that Allen must be feeling, if only because he knew how he felt when his own mate had received more than just passing attention from various men before he revealed himself and claimed her as his own.

　　His wolf was sure to be driving him insane as well. With even the small amount of information he had about Allen, he knew that he was far from the "roll over and play nice" type of guy and he expected his wolf to be the same.

　　Yet, what puzzled him was that Allen seemed to be avoiding the issue, rather than confronting it head-on.

　　"Tell me Allen, have you discussed this with Lexi?" He asked as gently as his deep baritone voice would allow.

　　He was sure that the two of them sitting together with two bottles of whisky separating them must present an odd sight to the little omegas that scurried about the place, but they did a good job of pretending not to notice.