Ragel remarked, a bit annoyed at Rian's nonchalance, "Why would you even think that way? I'm an alpha and I'm not interested in another alpha." Disgust was pasted on his face. He sighed and looked away, voicing out his mind, "I've been volunteering here since I left the orphanage—
"You left the orphanage? You're an orphan as well?" Rian inquired; amazement mixed with curiosity danced in his eyes. He added, "This orphanage was founded twenty-five years ago, and you look like you're in your early twenties. That means you're one of the first orphans that lived here!"
Ragel was a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of the curiosity twinkling in the eyes of the philanthropist. He moved away a bit and reluctantly answered, "Yes…I'm twenty-one, right now, so you could say that."
Rian's face brightened like the face of someone who discovered an interesting find, "How long did you stay here? Did you get adopted or did you graduate here? Were you abandoned, lost, or—