Miyamura ends up asking Sorahiko to get him a cup of coffee.
Cowardly. He knows.
He just needed a break— He needed to clear his head. That was too much at once.
‘That alphas are at the top, betas are below, and omegas are at the bottom’.
‘An omega like me cannot disrespect a dominant alpha like you’.
‘What I do know is that there is nothing you would tell me to do that I could refuse’.
He exhales as he presses the heels of his hands on his eyes— he should never have asked. Just thinking about it again fills him with a sense of annoyance.
“Damn it”.
Without knocking this time, Sorahiko walks in with a tray. He places it on the center table and steps back— his movements reminiscent of a prey animal scurrying to safety.
Miyamura’s weird behavior has tired him mentally
The alpha
