Noelle sat slouched in his chair, half-heartedly listening to Oliver's attempts at coaxing him to socialize. He had no desire to entertain such notions. The drawing room was peaceful, the air warm and still, the perfect place to spend his day.
"Come on, Noelle," Oliver said for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice laced with encouragement. "I know it sounds exhausting, but you've got to get out a little. Network, make some connections. As much as Thorne probably doesn't care, you're his consort now. You should take on these minor things."
Noelle sighed, slumping further into the chair, unwilling to budge. Can't an Omega spend his days tending to his plants and his nights with his Alpha? My etiquette lessons are done.
Noelle thinks to himself until-
The doors to the drawing room burst open with a loud, echoing slam, interrupting Noelle's half-hearted protest. The sound made Oliver flinch, his sentence left unfinished.
