All Chapters of You’re Courting Me?! : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sakura obeys her immediately. She covers her ears and shuts her eyes tightly— but even then, she can hear the sounds of bones cracking and muffled screams. She gulps. What might be a second or a minute passes in muffled silence, yet she doesn’t dare turn back. “Do you have a tissue?”. She hears Misa ask from behind her. “Or a wipe?”. She subconsciously opens her eyes and drops her hands from her ears as she turns to reply, but Misa moves quickly to block her line of sight. “I thought I said not to look”. The female alpha says in a displeased tone. Sakura stands there blinking at her in shock. To her, it looked as if Misa had just moved from where she was previously standing and appeared at her front in a flash. “I have napkins?”. She answers uncertainly. “Good, I’ll need them”. Sakura’s attention is drawn to the splotches of blood on Misa’s hands. “I don’t understand why I always end up with a mess on my hands”. The alpha grumbles under her breat

“In that case, we should be on our way Sir”. I speak as calmly as I can while Sakura holds onto my hand in a death grip. I understand that she doesn’t want me to speak up in a gathering of alphas— But she doesn’t understand that if I don’t speak up now, then we would get dragged into their shit whether we like it or not. I’ve been around them for a while, so I have an idea of how they operate. Miyamura blinks at me for two minutes straight before he speaks. It’s unnerving. “On your way to where?”. He asks like he doesn’t understand my question. Even Misa tilts her head at me in feigned confusion. These accursed twins. I swear my blood pressure rises. Sakura’s grip on my hand falters slightly. I know she wants to speak but she would rather swallow nails than to willingly converse with any of the Aronohais. “Home sir”. I keep my tone as polite as possible. There is no need to get snarky with Miyamura and send Sakura into cardiac arrest. “We should be on our way hom

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 a bit of annoyance. It takes every bit of self-control that he has not to send them flying with a flick of his wrist. After all, it is none of their fault. It is the natur

The sky is blue. The birds are chirping loudly. Today promises to be a wonderful day. I walk into the HQ lobby, greet the security guards, and l hang around to chat with the receptionist for at least five minutes. Everyone knows that the reception desk is where all the gossip congregates. The best time to acquire private gossip is early in the morning. If you can’t find time, then lunchtime is also a viable option. As I chat with the well-mannered receptionist, I watch other employees out of the corner of my eye. The lobby is bustling with all sorts of activity. Employees check in while greeting other employees. Members of the security team move around, on the lookout for any sort of suspicious behavior. The energetic atmosphere calms me a bit. And everything was going so well until— “Sorahiko darling! I’ve missed you!”. Miyamura walks into the lobby, announcing at the top of his voice. All important and non-important conversations pause. The wonderful re

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 hums to himself in appreciation. Four packs of sugar, and a medium-sized packet of cream. Just how he likes it. “You can sit there if you want”. He gestures dismissively to the sofa o