VALERIC tilted his head at her.
"Why do you ask?"
"I mean, I'm sure you've never done this before, and I'm sure your workers might give you the judging eye. Even though I reek of you, some of them might have been able to tell that I'm a recessive omega. You don't have to get me something to eat. I'll just eat when we get home." Stella smiled worriedly at him.
She knew just the kind of world they lived in. They would surely talk about him, and those who were able to tell what she was would wonder why a man like him would ever do this for a recessive omega, or even be with her in the first place.
Valeric raised a brow and turned the door handle. "I asked you what you wanted to eat." And he left, shutting the door behind him. Stella stared and sighed, turning to lay her head against the desk.
He knew, right? He had to know what they would say, and even if not to his face, it would still be clear.