Chapter 3
"One of the twins spoke sweetly and leaned forward, and Grayson let out a short laugh. As everyone looked at him with confusion, noticing his oddly pleased expression, Grayson brought his glass to his lips and said:
'If my fated partner is over there, there's nothing I can't do.'
At his words, one of the twins gave a deflated look, while the other laughed in disbelief. However, their greatest strength was their ability to quickly return to reality in any situation.
'Grayson is a romantic,' one of them quickly complimented him with a sweet comment, and the other man added eagerly, as if waiting for his turn.
'Believing that fate exists and doing your best, that's truly admirable. In that case, would you like to help us with a little pheromone release?'
The most efficient way for extreme alphas to release pheromones is through sex. Of course, Grayson had no hesitation in using this method and frequently did so. He was always searching for his 'fated partner,' and because he never lacked one, relieving the pheromones that built up was always easy and simple.
The men who knew this fact clearly were eager for what Grayson could offer. One of them stroked his genitals, while the other caressed his inner thigh, gazing up at Grayson with excited faces. They were desperate, as if they couldn’t wait to get it inside them.
'Ah, um... but, won't this all stop once you find that person?'
The man who had been leaning in, as if to take Grayson’s cock into his mouth immediately, paused as if he suddenly realized something. The men sitting beside him, who were acting like sex toys, anxiously looked up at him, but Grayson chuckled and said:
'What nonsense are you babbling? Sex and love are separate, aren't they?'
Besides, this is just an act of releasing pheromones. For his survival.
Many alphas engaged with multiple omegas at once. While others called Grayson especially promiscuous among the extreme alphas, Grayson felt that was somewhat unfair.