Chapter 25: Request and Name (2)
Arren stared at the worried alpha, his heart warming up and a soft chuckle escaping his lips. His voice was painfully hoarse at this point, due to both his fever and all of his crying earlier.
The alpha arched his brows, possibly perplexed as to why Arren, who had just cried, was now laughing. Arren laughed even more because of his reaction, he started coughing.
The alpha's expression changed again, and he furrowed his brows and leaned over, "Are you okay? Why are you even laughing?" his tone was concerned and softly scolding.
"Gah, you're really cute sometimes, of course, I'm fine," Arren smiled, his sweet smile this time. "And don't worry, I'm perfectly fine with meeting him." To prove his point, he gripped the alpha's hand a little too tightly.
His emotions settled and his breathing became more even; although his head aching still, it was more bearable now. Arren liked the feeling of someone caring and worrying about him, of having someone on whom he could rely.
Of course, he had his father, but that wasn't the same. After all, the love that a parent could give was fundamentally different from the love that a partner could give. Arren thought it was really nice.
"So, am I allowed?" Arren asked again after his emotions had subsided, and he began to play with the alpha's hand while holding his own. Their hands were very different from each other, and he wasn't sure if it was because he was an omega and the other was an alpha. His hand was obviously smaller than the alpha's, but he liked it; he thought their hands complemented each other.
The alpha appeared to be undecided and had his own thoughts, but he eventually nodded. In the dim light of the room, the shade of his amber pupils appears exceptionally darker, as if a caged beast was hidden from within.
"You can, but only for ten minutes," he conceded; the alpha was firm without allowing for debate.