As I understand it, he objects to my being any kind of alpha at all,” Erik says, brow lifting. “He seems well and convinced that I’m just biding my time and plan to thoroughly brutalize him at some point or another. He also seems to be labouring under the delusion that he won’t be taken seriously unless he behaves belligerently.” He shrugs, shaking his head slightly. “He has the heart of a Frjáls, but all the other trappings of your typical Southern omega. He takes any communication as an insult or a threat or both.” He’s fairly certain his irritation is leaking into his tone: a quality he’s tried to extinguish in himself, though so far Charles has proven uniquely capable of resurrecting it