sickly omega wriothesley to be exact

“I don’t understand,” repeated Wriothesley. He could have said it until his vocal chords tore to shreds, and his eyes melted away into nothingness. “I don’t understand why you want me, Neuvillette. I’m not a good omega. I’m not even a good person.” Neuvillette looked at him. The Iudex looked so fond, and so, so sad. -- No one would ever love a sickly omega like Wriothesley. He couldn't have pups. Couldn't mate. Couldn't even nest.