Aiden’s Point of View
“You should go home,” I advised him. “Do you want me to take you?” I offered. Why am I doing this again? I myself can’t walk straight. Why do I feel this way? I’m sure I didn’t drink too much.
“No.” He refused. Geez, this bloody omega. “No.”
“Then, go back to your senses,” I replied; annoyed by his stubbornness. I closed the door when I saw a couple of other alphas passing the room. At this rate, the scent coming from the omega is hard not to resist. “Rest for a while,” I told him. I feel thirsty; it’s a good thing that I saw a cocktail on the table. I left him and headed to the table where the cocktail is. I picked up the drink and slowly drank its content.
“I feel weird,” I heard him say. I heard him fall on the floor, sitting like a child. “It feels like I’m
