The omegas mother sit across from them at their long white wooden table. Candles are at each end, platters lining the table. Kasumi looked over at her. Her hair was messy and their were dark spots under her eyes. They were red from crying. She worried for her poor son, hoping he wasn't being forced down by this alpha. "Rest assured, your son is safe in my hands. I would rather die than let any form of harm come unto him." Ryoumen says, cutting his steak. Taking a bite of his sushi, Kasumi wishes he could hold his mom. Even just for a second. Soon, he would escape and be able to see her again. "My son's scent is strong. How do I know you won't give into it and hurt him?" His mom asks, slamming her wine down, shattering the glass. Ryoumen passes her a napkin at the sight of a cut. "My whole family was strong scented omegas. The only alpha was my father. I had four siblings. I think I can handle just this one. No. I KNOW I can. I meant what I said. No harm would EVER come to Kasumi." The alpha says, reaching for his omegas hand. The look on the alphas face was true. It shown passion, care and a promise for gentle days. The omegas has a thing for telling if people were putting on or lying, but no alarms went off in his head. Maybe, just maybe, he could be happy. Placing his hand gently into his alphas, Hikaru reliases just how small he is compared to his new mate. Looking at the two of them, his mom sighs." I'll visit every weekend. If you try anything, you'll hear from me." She says, now touching her food.
