“Five older omega sisters.”
Diego gasped. “Damn! That’s amazing. It’s very rare for alpha-beta parents to produce an omega offspring, much less six of them.”
“Yeah. Even people in school used to fawn over my sisters and me as if we were celebrities or something,” Percy admitted. “Creeped me out, though.”
“Are your sisters still single?”
Percy shook his head at Rohan. “They’re all happily mated. I’m the only single child in the family, and my parents have been wailing like banshees because I’m apparently so undesirable, and they’re worried I’ll die from my loneliness.”
Then he rolled his eyes in irritation as he thought about his overdramatic parents while Diego chortled loudly. Rohan seemed amused, but it was difficult to be certain of that. Percy rarely saw any other expression on Rohan’s face aside from a scowl, and at the moment, he couldn’t detect any other feelings from the alpha’s scent.
“What other rooms do you have in the house?”