"Omegas in my clan are the most revered ones," he says, kissing his nose, thumbs ribbing his tears away. "They hold most of the important positions, and we are not a clan that is led by hierarchy. It's whoever is the most capable who leads."
"That… that sounds nice," Day sniffs, more tears streaming down, but Travis catches them all. "Why?"
"Because our first father was an omega, and he ran away from the world that wanted him dead, simply because of who and what he is.
"He knew being an omega wasn't a curse or a weakness, but a blessing. Normality and could do what the alphas could, even more.
"That's my clan, baby."
"You've… you've never told me this before."
"I know, and I am sorry," Travis then leans in and presses their foreheads together.
"I don't want to be like them," he admits. "I know that I am not an omega, but I don't want to be like them and I don't want you to be one of those alphas who are like that either."
