Dear Cousin, You Will Have My Baby
Jamie again, somewhere behind me, his voice losing some of its earlier amusement.
Veyron rose to his feet.
He was always tall. Standing over me like this, he was something else, a wall, a verdict, something you didn't argue with so much as survive.
"You're right about one thing." He went quiet. The voice he used when he had already decided something and was simply waiting for everyone else to catch up. "I have never taken a recessive omega." His head tilted. "Convince me, dear cousin. Why you?"
"Because you haven’t tried me," I lifted my chin. "Pack law gives first claim to the one who proposes the solution. I’m proposing it. That right is mine."