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"Fuck you, Skye. I failed, just like I did with you. I try to warn people all the time, but Soren’s a fucking Banshee. Wherever he goes, all you stupid simps run after that fucking whore with your tongues hanging out like hungry dogs! Or rather dicks—"

"Don’t call him that!"

"Why not? The whore takes money to blow Ed and May."

"Aren’t you a whore too?" Archer’s voice cut in, surprising us both. "You fucked with that guy from the admin office for a favor."

"What’s that supposed to—"

"You don’t seem to mind whoring around, huh?"

Alvin glared at him for a while. "It's none of your damn business what I do! At least I’m not pushing some stupid machismo bullshit ideology and trying to lock omegas in the kitchen!"

The argument was spiraling out of control, but Archer seemed unfazed.

"Still sulky because I turned you down yesterday after you begged me to fuck you?" Archer said with a smirk.

The room went dead silent.

"What… what the fuck are you saying?" Alvin's face turned bright red as he quickly glanced at me. Clearly, that wasn’t something he wanted me to know.

Archer shrugged. "Want me to quote you? ‘Gosh, you’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I’d kill for you to put it in me.’"

I blinked. Yep, just as I thought from the start—things were getting way out of hand, and fast!

"Please, Archer! Just one time!" Archer mocked Alvin’s nasal voice. Hey, maybe he wants that ‘mature’ anyway?

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but on second thought… I had to admit, I’d seen Archer’s dick a couple of times when he came out of the bathroom in just his boxers, and yeah, he really did have a scary monster down there. He probably appealed to guys who loved to bottom. On top of that, at seven feet tall, Archer looked like an orc straight out of an erotic comic—dark blond hair, a much more handsome, masculine face with sharp-edged, symmetrical features. That was probably why, despite his backward views, some omegas still wanted him to fuck them. And obviously, not just omegas—hello! Alvin’s red face looked guilty as charged.

"Archer! Just the head, just the head!" Archer was relentless!

Alvin growled and threw a pillow at him.

But on second thought…

…I also had enough of this childish back and forth. I was exhausted and didn’t see the point in being dragged into such a ridiculous scuffle.

"Alright, lovebirds. You obviously have a lot to talk about, but I’m going to sleep. I’m tired," I said, heading quickly to the bathroom to take a shower.

As if I didn't have enough emotions today, those two had to start some stupid quarreling, and Alvin? He was just infuriating! And to be honest, I had no idea what he saw in Don, why did he even defend him? To me, the guy was just a waste of space.

SOREN

The moment Skye left, I collapsed onto my bed, feeling as weak as a newborn. My legs just gave out, and I crumpled. This whole situation drained me—my nerves, my heart rate was chaotic, everything was out of control.

What the hell just happened?

From the second he pulled me close, and I got lost in that pine-and-lime scent of his, I felt like I was out of my mind. It was insane how much I hated it when he let me go. I just wanted to stay there, marinate in that feeling of his closeness forever. What the fuck was wrong with me? I used to hate this guy! He was a nasty alpha, and every nightmare in my life had always started with an alpha. But here I was, pathetic—drawn to his touch, his smell, his presence.

It was like a drug, honestly.

I let him return the favor because I just couldn’t deny myself the pleasure, and damn, it was worth it. The second he was done, I already wanted more.

More of his closeness, I should add, not just the sex!

But I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.

It would just end in heartbreak for me—again. I couldn’t let that happen.

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