Trevor set down his drink. "You've burned through seven engagements."
Dax spread his hands. "Which only proves I'm thorough."
Trevor narrowed his eyes. "It proves you collect exes like diplomatic knives and then complain when you get stabbed."
"It proves that they lied about being dominant omegas." Dax said, tilting his head.
"How can they lie about it?" Asked Lucas curious. "Isn't it tested in a medical environment?"
Dax glanced at Lucas then, the tilt of his head deliberate—like he hadn't expected the question to come so directly. His fingers drummed once against the rim of his glass before stilling.
"It is," he said. "But results can be falsified. Especially in courts where dominant omegas are so rare, the pressure to pass is stronger than the truth."
Lucas frowned slightly. "Why would someone fake that? Wouldn't the bond fail?"
