"I haven't found the person who is my equal. My other half. My mate." He looked over at her with a bemused smile. "That person could be Omega, Beta, maybe they're an Alpha, I don't know."

Enjoying the stroll, he took in a deep breath. Some would say he was just enjoying the crisp air off the Sidra, others would suspect he was scenting her as unobtrusively as possible.

"With the fae, there were mating bonds before any of this Alpha/Omega stuff. Millennia ago. I like to think it still exists, somewhere in the quiet part of ourselves. Like a soulmate? But.... deeper. It might be silly to dream about but what is the purpose of life if we can't dream?"