HEAT OF THE FALSE ALPHA
When dinner was done, my brothers dragged Asai away from the table, insisting that he had to join in our bonding time, which in Mori tradition meant drinking until someone passed out or started a fight.
Asai sat among us at the bar, stiff in his jacket as his smaller hands clutched the glass Ren had poured for him. He smiled when he was spoken to, and laughed at the jokes, but he didn’t stand a chance with them. My brothers could outdrink armies, but beneath it all, Asai was an omega, and with the way he was red and swaying on his stool, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Hiro clapped him on the back. “Another round! Don’t fall behind, Wrynn. If you want to be one of us, you’ve got to prov
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