He stumbled back, blinking dazedly.
What was that…?
His blurry vision showed a familiar hallway. It took him a moment to figure out what had just happened.
Blinking, he lowered his gaze to see two identical faces glaring at him from far below. Seeing the scattered shards on the floor, Grayson realized these insolent creatures had hit him over the head with a vase, of all things.
“You…”
Just as he was about to demand what they thought they were doing, they both lunged at him simultaneously. Caught off guard, the impact caused him to lose his balance and fall backward. With a thud, one of the twins immediately climbed on top of him.
“You b*stard! You dared to make fools of us!”
The man on top of him panted, and the other twin spat out harshly,
“Did you think you could get away with that sh!t? You motherf*cker, you’re not walking out of here today.”
He held another ceramic piece in his hand.
Oh, please.
Grayson grimaced, knowing full well what was about to happen next. He turned his head to the side, just as the ceramic piece shattered against the floor. After confirming Grayson’s limp body, the twins each grabbed one of his long legs and dragged him off somewhere.
Oh dear.
Grayson thought, his heavy eyelids lifting slightly as he stared at the swaying ceiling.
I should have brought Alex with me.
With the final thought that he should have just let them mate with Alex, he completely lost consciousness.
***
“Ugh.”
With a low groan, Grayson regained consciousness.
He felt a throbbing pain in his head and tried to sit up, but a sudden metallic click, accompanied by an uncomfortable tug on his arms, stopped him. Looking up, Grayson saw his wrist handcuffed and chained to the bedposts. His other wrist was similarly restrained. He then reluctantly acknowledged the fact that he was tied to the bed.
“What kind of play is this?”
Grayson asked, addressing one of the twins who was hastily taking off his pants. His voice was filled with laughter, as if he found the entire situation hilarious. The other twin, who had already undressed first, crawled on his knees to Grayson’s face and spat out,
“Isn’t it obvious? You made this mess, now you have to take responsibility.”
His small, cute pen!s was fully er3ct and dripping wet. His as* was probably in a similar state. No, probably
even worse.
Ssshh, ssshh.
With an annoying hissing sound as he gritted his teeth, one of the twins moved towards Grayson’s lower body. Fumbling with the buckle of Grayson’s pants with trembling hands, a metallic click echoed in the air as he spat out a curse.
“Give me your dick, motherf*cker. Be prepared, I’m going to sque3ze it dry all night.”
His ragged breathing and heaving shoulders seemed to indicate that he was out of his mind with excitement. On the other hand, it was surprising that he was maintaining this much composure. After all, even after being doused with the pheromones Grayson had deliberately released, the twins were still talking and moving of their own volition. Though it seemed their time was running out.
Grayson smiled faintly, watching them struggle, their pheromone-addled hands slipping repeatedly as they tried to undress him.
“How cute. You actually think you can r@pe me.”
“Shut up, motherf*cker!”
“D-Don’t act tough, y-you can’t do anything!”
The twins yelled in turn. The composure had vanished from their voices, but even in this situation, Grayson remained completely relaxed. His unwavering smile, despite being at a clear disadvantage due to the handcuffs restricting his movement, made the twins uneasy.
What was going on?
A flicker of doubt crossed their minds-Had something gone wrong?-but they quickly dismissed it. Grayson couldn’t do anything. What could he possibly do tied up like this? At most, he could release his pheromones in anger.
But still just maybe.
The pheromone scent that always lingered around him intensified. A heavy, oppressive feeling slowly seeped into the twins’ skin. They flinched and froze. Chills ran down their spines. It felt like every hair on their bodies was standing on end. A strange sensation, numbing their senses with every breath they took. Even in their pheromone-addled state, they instinctively felt fear.
Grayson might k!ll us.
As he watched them hesitate, wondering where the aggressive demeanor from just moments ago, when they had hurled curses and charged at him, had gone, Grayson opened his mouth.
“Alright, fine.”
He continued in a leisurely tone,
“I’ll play along if you want.”
At that moment, the twins saw it. Grayson’s purple eyes turning gold.
***
At the loud wail of sirens, the moving cars came to a sudden halt. Several fire trucks that were lined up sped through the motionless cars, as if time had stopped.
“Those f*cking b*stards, if they’re going to play around, they should just stick to f*cking. Why start a fire?”
Someone grumbled, followed by similar complaints from others. It had only been a few minutes since they received the report of a fire at a large mansion located on the outskirts of the city.
(At first, I only saw smoke, but now… d*mn it, the flames are shooting up!)
They decided to urgently dispatch a team, tracking the panicked caller’s GPS, as the person was too flustered to provide a proper explanation. However, as they drove toward the scene, the cause of the fire, which they learned on their way, was more than enough to deflate their sense of urgency.
The disappointing explanation, saying the fireworks had ignited the fire, and the knowledge of what everyone was doing at the mansion at the time completely dampened their spirits.
“A pheromone party? Isn’t that just them f*cking around in a group?”
As expected, someone blurted out in frustration. Then, further complaints came from all over the place.
“Doesn’t that house have a private fire crew? The Extreme Alphas are overflowing with money, and they didn’t even hire firefighters?”
“It’s the same either way, we’ll be the ones hauling in the water. If the fire spreads, it’ll be our problem in
the end.”
“Those b*stards, they have the audacity to call us after starting a fire during their disgusting orgy.”
Everyone was already in a foul mood, but they couldn’t just ignore the call. Extreme Alpha or not, they were still citizens, and even they couldn’t survive being burned alive. Even so, this kind of dispatch was unpleasant, and the team leader simply let them curse under their breath with grim expressions.
There was probably no one here unfamiliar with an Extreme Alpha’s pheromone parties. Extreme Alphas, a rare breed worldwide, experienced abnormalities in their brains if their pheromones accumulated. In order to prevent those side effects, they had to periodically release their pheromones, and pheromone parties were held precisely for that purpose. In short, Extreme Alphas with the same needs took turns hosting parties, creating a space where they can collectively release their pheromones. Although it’s described as ‘a place to release pheromones,’ in reality, they were essentially no different from wild s3x parties. Omegas or Betas willingly came to have s3x with Extreme Alphas, and they mingled indiscriminately, losing themselves in a night of frenzy. Everything needed for s3x, including drugs and alcohol, was abundant. It wasn’t uncommon for the police to be dispatched or, like this, the fire department to be called due to the crazy things that happened at these parties.
Once again, they were sweating profusely as they raced down the road over yet another accident caused by someone high on drugs. Naturally, they weren’t happy about it.
“There it is!”
Someone shouted, and everyone’s gaze followed. In an instant, tension rippled through the air. Black smoke billowed into the sky, forming a massive column. The team leader who was driving stepped down on the accelerator, increasing their speed even more. The engine let out a deep, guttural roar as truck
surged forward.
Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, wee-ooh!
As the fire truck sped through the road, the cars hurriedly pulled aside. The massive truck barreled down
in between, its heavy wheels grinding against the asphalt with a thunderous rumble. The flashing sirens flickered violently, as if mimicking the very flames they were racing toward.
