"What are you talking about?" A middle-aged man asked, turning with a glare in his green eyes.
"I think something is wrong," the lady seated in the office with him, Althea Sofor, spoke, rubbing her temple.
Next to her was seated another woman who looked just like her, with similar gray eyes, but rather with black wavy hair, nothing like her blonde hair. "Althea, what's going on? Be a bit clearer to your father and me."
"I don't know what it is, Mom," she said, looking helpless. "It's just that something is changing with Fane."
"How do you mean 'changing?" Her father, Mr. Eliot, asked, seeming confused. "Tell us what exactly is going on."
Althea fidgeted with her fingers before lifting her eyes to meet their gazes.
"Dad, Mom, we've always known Fane isn't exactly very keen about making an omega who isn't his mate, his Luna, right?"
"Yes," both parents nodded in unison.