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Sure, I knew they both worked at D-Project, but I hadn’t seen them during the course, and somehow, I’d just blocked out their existence from my mind.

"Hey, babe, you look absolutely stunning! Nice moves. You here alone?" Don sneered in that awful tone of his—half sweet, but with a nasty, lecherous edge.

"Hey, Soren. How's it going? You at this programming training D-Project is having?" Alvin asked. Only then did I notice they were holding hands.

"Together at last?" I muttered. It slipped out before I could stop myself, even though I didn’t fucking care. Did Alvin really have no better options?

"Yeah, we are. You think the world ends with betas?" Don snickered.

"I've never heard anything dumber, especially since no beta was ever a real option for you," I shot back.

"If you want to make a smart comeback, you’ll have to try a little harder," Don sneered.

"With you, it would be pointless to try. It’d go right over your head."

Don made a disdainful huff. "Just so you know, Sean was all over me the whole time we were at college."

"Yeah, and he was also all over a lot of other guys, beyond the Kingdom of Promises. The guy hustled outside the campus, right under your nose, so you're not that special, babe."

Hearing this, Alvin's face twisted into a grimace; he probably didn't like being reminded of that. For so long, he had this little naive idea that we were a closed group. He looked around, maybe scanning for Skye or whoever else he thought I might have come here with.

But Don narrowed his eyes and glared at me with pure hatred. "Always so mouthy and arrogant! But have you settled things with Skye yet? Or is he still begging you for a piece of your not-that-special ass, which I’ve already explored in depth?"

Alvin glanced at him with an amused expression.

"Seems like it. Skye’s social media's gone quiet, and he’s usually one to show off his boyfriends on Insta. The loser’s probably still brokenhearted, sobbing in a corner."

They both laughed, and I gritted my teeth.

Don continued, "Just think, all it would take is a little mini-heat from Soren, and Skye would get what he wanted. Though Ireally don’t see what all the fuss is about; you’re pretty boring in bed." He chuckled.

A wave of anger and humiliation washed over me. I wanted to say something, but for some reason, nothing would come out. For the first time, I didn’t have any snarky comments ready at the tip of my tongue; all I felt was… pain.

Don turned to Alvin and said, "By the way, that was a hilarious fuck. One minute it was ‘no, no, no, Don, don’t do it!’ and the next, when I shoved it in, he was begging for more, ‘harder, harder, harder!’"

"Maybe it’s because you’re so small, I couldn’t feel a thing!" I finally pushed out, but I felt a dreadful wave of helplessness, just like the day he rammed his dick into me while I begged him not to. The memory was suffocating, choking my throat, making me shiver.

"Or maybe you’re just as loose as an old whore."

They both laughed again, but Don’s laughter was abruptly cut off…

Skye's fist smashed into his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground in an instant. People around us stepped back in surprise, and Skye jumped on Don, raining punches down on him with a rage I’d never seen before. I didn't think he was even capable of it. It always amazed me that alphas have this whole other side to them, not available to betas—a primal rage and power unmatched by other subgenders. Skye's growl was like that of a wild carnivore, his vocal cords making sounds similar to a lion's—low, deep, vibrating.

But Alvin wasn’t about to let that happen. He jumped on Skye’s back and tried to pull him off Don, though unsuccessfully. However, the fight didn’t last long; some security guards immediately intervened, grabbing the struggling trio and dragging them out of the club.

One of the guards growled, "Take your drama outside. We don’t need any trouble here!"

Blood was pouring from Don’s nose and mouth, and he could barely stand. Without Alvin holding him up, he probably would’ve collapsed.

"That bastard raped Soren and has the nerve to laugh about it! I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch, you filthy scum…" Skye shouted, his fists stained with blood, his face red with fury. His pupils were reddened too, like he was about to snap into full-on fighting mode.

"This isn’t the place for this. Get out, and handle your business somewhere else. We don’t need this mess here," one of the bouncers stated.

They shoved them down the corridor toward the hotel lobby before finally turning back.

I followed behind them in a daze. Don said nothing, disoriented and still bleeding. Alvin seemed furious, but I wasn’t sure if he was mad at Skye or also at Don.

"Stay away from us. I won’t be responsible for what happens if I see that bastard again. And you, you piece of shit, deserve your own beating!" Skye suddenly turned on Alvin, shoving him hard against the wall, his head bumping loudly on the marble tiles. "For putting on that spam filter! You're a real filthy scum to pull shit like that!" Skye growled through clenched teeth.

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