It was a long process, but adapting to the new relationship seemed easier, or it was because they really had been expecting this to happen eventually.
In any case, Arren liked the bits of change between them and the alpha. Having called Spade his lover, he could grin all day.
Still, when they were in the usual place where they had their afternoon teas, Arren had complained heavily to Spade.
He glared at Spade, "Yesterday is my birthday."
Spade was focusing on their interlocking fingers and had not even lifted his head, even if he sensed Arren's glare.
"I know."
Arren frowned and almost wanted to take his hand away, but Spade tightened their interlocked hands.
"Why didn't you greet me?"
This time, Spade lifted his head and finally looked at Arren again.
"I want you to spend time with your father. And the Duke had asked it from me."
"My father?" Arren became confused about why his father was suddenly mentioned.
