Sylas
The moment they stepped out of the portal, he let out the deepest sigh. He couldn't count how many hours he had stood on Ryn's balcony waiting for them.
When Sylas got to Ryn's room and realized he was nowhere to be found, he knew the only person who could have taken him out of his room was Veyr.
Kael was a possessive freak, and he wouldn't let Ryn out in the open where others could gawk at him.
"Where the hell have you been?" That was the first question he asked as they stepped out of the portal.
"Sylas," Ryn muttered his name, and he turned his attention to the omega who had been on his mind for days ever since the Dragon Ceremony.
Sylas sniffed the air and frowned when it reeked of Veyr's scent. It was a claim, and Sylas was aware of that—and he was not going to lose to either him or Kael.
"You took him out during his heat?" he asked, turning sharply to Veyr.
Veyr didn't flinch, and if anything, the corner of his lips twitched upward. "Good to see you too, Sylas."
