This has to be a special sort of hell.
“I could show you to the VIP area if you want”. A female omega with a saccharine-like scent breathes into his ears.
“Or I could find us the perfect spot to sit down and chat”. Another female omega bares her throat to him in submission, as she holds and clings to his right arm, pressing her breasts to his biceps— Her actions to stimulate his dominant instincts do not go unnoticed.
“Or you could come with me to a special room Alpha”. A male omega whispers seductively as he trails his hands down his chest.
Aronohai Miyamura, contrary to his usual behavior, finds himself heavily disgusted with all the different pheromones surrounding him.
He doesn’t even feel a sliver of attraction to the omegas clinging to him. All he can feel is irritation and
