Chapter 6: Rude parking lot guy [3]
Hoarse voices and agonizing cries filled the expensive suite in one of the famous hotels in the night district area, accompanied by silent and shaky sobs. Four men were standing, surrounding a guy whose face was already unrecognizable and a frail-looking young man whose clothes almost revealed his naked body.
On the opposite side, one other man was sitting on an onyx sofa, legs crossed and sitting relaxedly while glaring at the two trespassers. His three-piece black business suit was perfectly ironed, paired with his slick hair swept to the back with a few strands falling on his clear forehead.
His thin, pale lips were pressed tightly in annoyance. His grey eyes were blazing with anger, yet his languid posture showed boredom. Azrael stood, walked to the man kneeling in the middle, and aggressively pulled the omega's hair. He grimaced at the disgusting smell coming from him.
Azrael smirked wickedly, "I wonder if you'd start singing if I shoved your face in the toilet. Or would you actually prefer that? Seeing that you like kissing asses, hm?"
The omega sobbed and begged to be released. Azrael shoved the omega onto the floor and kicked the other beta guy.
The beta guy groaned, and fear flashed in his bruised eyes. He was an employee in that hotel and driven by money greed; he accepted a simple request from someone to let an omega enter that suite. However, he didn't know that the 'someone' who occupied it was the CEO of the DV Group, Azrael Del Valle—the alpha known for his aversion toward omegas.
"Urgh!"
Azrael kicked the guy in the chest again. He was enraged. How daring of them to cross him without thinking about their puny lives?
He only went to that hotel for a business meeting with an eccentric older man who likes doing business at night while surrounded by whores. He was only able to control his pheromones because of the medicine prescribed to him by his doctor.