5.

A few days after the nightclub incident, Aslan was very upset. He did not understand what he was going through, and it made him feel uncomfortable. Since the results of his second gender test had been given before he met Skylar, nothing like the nightclub incident had ever happened. Not once or twice had Aslan encountered Alphas or even fought with them. Well, Aslan's life was never free of arguments, disagreements, and fights. Dealing with other Alphas makes him uncomfortable, and only the strongest in dominance can defeat other Alphas. Aslan has never lost in dominance. Even though his body functions are broken and he is not like a typical Alpha, he can still maintain his dominance in any fight. Until he met Skylar, and all of Aslan's achievements in dominance that he had worked for were gone.

"Ah, fuck!"

Aslan threw the third vase of flowers in three hours today. The sound of the ceramic tiles hitting the wall of his room echoed loudly. The ceramic shards from the vase splattered along with the water and fresh flowers the servant had just brought in.

"I'm going crazy if this keeps up."

Aslan should have forgotten what had happened at the nightclub. Instead, he remembered how Skylar had touched him and the low whispering voice that made his blood rush and his heart pound like crazy.

"Damn, damn, damn! Stop filling my mind, you bastard!" Aslan shouted angrily, rolling around on his bed as he screamed incessantly. He really was acting like a stressed person.

If Allen had not gotten busy today, Aslan was sure that his older brother would have approached him earlier. Aslan knew that the servants in this house would have reported Aslan's strange behavior to his older brother.

Aslan could not go on like this, he had to find a distraction for the stress he was experiencing. He got out of bed and grabbed his jacket. He did not feel at home. He had to meet his friends.

*

As always, when Aslan asked his friends to come, they never found an excuse not to go. Aslan's words were like orders, and none of his friends dared to argue.

Aslan and his friends had a base camp, a small house that Aslan had secretly bought without Allen's permission. They often gathered there when Aslan was bored. Then Aslan's friends would act like clowns, trying to entertain the king.

When Aslan arrived, his friends were already there. Aslan arrived half an hour later because he had to deal with some annoying servants.

"Ash, what's the matter? Are you bored or something?"

Aslan hummed quietly. "Yeah, something like that."

"Hey, hey, the Hell Arena is having a race tonight." Mario, one of Aslan's friends who had been staring at his phone screen, perked up.

Aslan frowned. "Hell Arena? You mean that car racing gang that likes to bet?"

Mario nodded. "You've participated before, Ash. Don't you want to do it again? They'd love it if you did, since you always bet so much."

Aslan rolled his eyes. "Huh? They think they can beat me or something?"

"Maybe."

Since Aslan was in a bad mood, he decided to enter the Hell Arena car race.

Around 7 p.m., Aslan and his friends arrived. Aslan's arrival was, of course, the center of attention. The last time Aslan participated in the Hell Arena race, he won a bet with five other people. Back then, they had underestimated Aslan, thinking he was just some random rich kid looking to waste his money.

Mario tapped Aslan on the shoulder. "Look at that, your opponent in the last race. Looks like he has a grudge against you."

Aslan followed Mario's finger. His gaze landed on a mature man, probably a little older than Skylar, and...

"Shit, why am I even thinking about that idiot?" Aslan muttered in annoyance.

"Ash, Aslan, hey?"

Aslan blinked. "Huh?"

"What's the matter? You seem lost in thought."

Aslan shook his head. "It's nothing. So they'll be my opponents tonight as well?"

Mario nodded. "There are some other challengers. I think most of them are people you beat last time."

Aslan grinned. "Good! I can't wait to beat them again."

Aslan and Mario came to the deal table. There was a person acting as a neutral guide. A blond man who was a former illegal fighter with a terrible shoulder injury. His name was Sabro. Aslan knew that this was definitely not his real name, but he did not care. No one knew what motivated this burly man to change course and become a betting guide in illegal car races like this. One thing was for sure, he was always fair. What was already a first agreement would be inviolable.

Aslan and Mario saw several people placing bets for tonight's match. There were several sessions that could be held in one night, and only five participants were allowed in each session.

"They're just money bets, huh?"

Mario nodded. "What else? The people who come here and participate in these car races obviously want money, Ash. Don't you?"

Aslan yawned. "Ah, boring. Can't we think of another bet?"

Mario frowned. "Huh? What kind of bet?"

"Anything, as long as it's not money. The last time I won a bet, the money I got was only for you and the others."

Mario chuckled. "Well, you gave it away, Ash."

"Come, I want to ask this Sabro if I can bet with something other than money."

Mario obediently followed Aslan. The young man cut through the crowd and came face to face with Sabro, who was just taking down some of the bets that had come in.

"Well, well, weren't you the winner that time? I thought you wouldn't enter again."

Aslan grinned. "Well, I just happened to be bored, and a friend of mine mentioned that your event was tonight, so I wanted to enter."

Sabro smiled broadly. "Excellent. Good decision. Now, how much do you want to bet?"

"Hey, can I place another bet?"

Sabro and the others were confused by Aslan's question.

"Another bet, what do you mean?”

Aslan chuckled. "Well, for example... if I win, my opponent will have to be my errand boy for a whole month."

Sabro and everyone else who heard Aslan's idea widened their eyes in shock. Even Mario, who was used to dealing with Aslan's madness, nearly choked on his own saliva in shock.

"A-Ash, you're joking, right?" Mario squeezed Aslan's shoulder.

Aslan laughed softly. "I'm dead serious. Now, is there anyone who wants to take my bet?"

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