Alpha Maseno

“What the hell was that for?“ I asked, my voice softening when I saw it was Sony who had kicked me. He rolled his eyes at me instead of being sorry. That was one hell of a kick because it almost broke my ribs. "Sony, aren't I talking to you?" I asked when he grabbed his phone and started laughing at whatever he had seen instead of responding to me.

“That was enough. Do you want to kill him?“ He glared at me and went to sit on the couch.

I sighed and followed him behind. "Was the kick necessary?" I inquired, hoping for an explanation or apology. I wasn't angry with him, though; I just wanted his attention. The hell he was reading on his phone that made him ignore me!

“We are getting late for the meeting." He said this instead of answering my question, obviously trying to ditch the conversation I was trying to have with him. "You hate tardiness; have you forgotten?" He raised his brow and laughed again at whatever he was reading.

I ran my fingers through my hair and heaved. It seemed like getting his attention was proving to be fatal. I decided to take a different approach and calmly expressed my frustration: "I understand the importance of being punctual, but it's also important that you answer my question. Ouch! I am hurting." I faked a pained expression, holding my ribs, hoping to evoke some sympathy from him. However, he simply glanced up momentarily before returning his focus to his reading on his phone.

"You are becoming a good liar nowadays, aren't you?" He smirked, finally setting his phone aside and focusing his attention on me. "Aren't we getting late, Maseno?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The meeting is scheduled for eleven, and it's still nine.“ I looked at my watch while saying this.

“Well, I guess we have some time to spare." He returned to pick up his phone from the table. He hummed as an indication that he had recalled something and then turned to ask me," But weren't you... I mean, you were making some final touches for the meeting before that son of a gun came in. Here, I corrected a few things for you." He slid the laptop across the table toward me.

I looked behind me only to see Beta Kelvin lying on the floor like a corpse. The blood that was earlier gushing out of his nose had dried up, making his face look like it was stuck in a whole sack of ripe tomatoes.

A chuckle escaped my lips. “What a sissy!“ I mumbled when I realized that he had already passed out on the cold ground. I kicked him one last time on his leg before skipping on him and going to sit on the couch.

I took the laptop and went through what Sony had prepared. I nodded in satisfaction, closed it, and returned it to the table. I felt a gaze on me, and when I raised my head, I caught him looking at me, but he looked away when our eyes met. My brows rose and then knitted at his sudden shift of gaze. Leaning on the couch, I folded my legs on the table, thinking of ways to tease him.

As if he had sensed and heard what I was planning in my head, he looked at me and said, "The guard's called."

“Mmh.“ I nodded, nudging him to continue.

He glared at me instead, shaking his head in disbelief. I could see that he expected me to understand his words. But how would I? I can't see through his head like he does with me.

“What? I just wanted to know why they called because I have no idea.“ I shruggled but then ended up breaking into a fistful of laughter when I caught sight of doctor Maria hiding beneath my study desk. “The touture had ended; come out.“ I called out to her.

She has always been like this—cowardice whenever she sees me getting angry. She always had the habit of running to hide behind Sony, but today she chose under the desk. Unbelivable! I thought to myself, seeing her as so childish yet funny.

She peeped under the desk, and when she was sure of what I had said, she crawled out, bumping her forehead on the desk in the process. “Ouch! That was painful.“ She hissed, kicked the table, and went to sit beside Sony.

"Are you hurt?" I asked while trying to stifle my laughter.

She rubbed her forehead and shook her head, still pouting from the pain. She gave me a playful glare and said, "I'll be fine, but you owe me an ice pack for this!" I laughed at her dramatic behavior. What made me laugh even harder was the big reddish bump forming on her forehead. It made her look like one of those ogres who has three eyes.

"You are so dramatic." I murmured, but I bet she heard me because a hard slap on my arm made me look up, only to see her looking at me with her right hand stretched forward.

"What?" I asked, looking between her outstretched hand and her mischievous grin.

She replied, "Pay up! Ice pack, remember?" I snorted and shook my head. Going to my study table, I reached into my bag and handed her a hundred dollars.

"That's enough?" I titled my head, waiting for her response.

She smiled, pocketed the money, and said, "For now. But don't think you're off the hook just yet." I rolled my eyes playfully and walked back to the couch.

Recalling that Sony hadn't answered me regarding the guards, I reminded him, What were the guards saying?“ I asked after I made myself comfortable.

“Well, apparently they heard a demon growling, so of course, they had to ask and see if a war was about to happen.“ He rolled his eyes at me and walked to the wine cellar. "What made you behave like a freak anyway?" He asked over his shoulder, his head still shaking in disbelief.

"You aren't asking me that question, are you?" I shook my head at his stupid question: "You do know that it's you who made me behave like a freak. Didn't you see how that son of a bitch was looking at you? Did you love his gaze on you?" I asked, feeling a pang of jealosy hitting my heart.

"It's not my fault that I am good-looking, Maseno, and you can't stop people from looking at me." He responded.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief. I noticed his shirt was unbuttoned and his chest was exposed. "You're intentionally flaunting yourself, aren't you? Trying to get attention from anyone who will give it to you," I accused, feeling a mix of anger and hurt.

He glanced at his chest and smirked at me. "I don't know what you are talking about." He took out a bottle of red wine and carried three glasses in between his fingers. He poured one for himself, another for Maria, and pushed an empty one toward me.

“What the hell, Sony?“ I asked, sweeping my gaze across his face to see any signs of anger toward me. His facial expressions were neutral, though. I couldn't understand why he was acting so nonchalant. It only fueled my frustration, making me wonder if he was intentionally trying to provoke me.

“What? Can't you pour a glass for yourself?“ He shrugged and turned to click glasses with Maria.

“Oh, my god. This is heavenly.“ He moaned, licking his lower lips and rubbing his tummy. I swallowed hard and drummed my fingers on the table. He was doing all that purposefully, and I knew that. I leaned on the table and narrowed my eyes at him, but he avoided my gaze and continued to smack his lips together.

“Maria, don't you have a process to carry out today?“ I asked her. She looked at me and then at Sony, and when she understood what I was implying, she rose to her feet, talking about the bottle of wine by herself.

“Sorry Apha. I'll go and start the process right away.“ She gave me a knowing smile, bowed slightly, and rushed out, tripping on Beta Kelvin's legs.

"This son is a bitch; why is he lying here? Is he dead?“ She asked while kicking him on the ribs to see if she could get any reaction from him.

I chuckled, “No. He's just passed out." I expected him to be up by now, but he wasn't. That was his own problem anyway, not mine. He can die and go to hell for all I care.

“Well, good for him.“ She kicked him one last time and walked out, closing the door behind her.

I sighed, pushed the empty glass into the middle of the table, and went to sit beside Sony.

“Don't.“ He slapped my hands away when I reached for his glass.

“Why? We share glasses, don't we? Are you disgusted by me, Sony?" I asked him, astonished by his sudden change of behavior.

“Of course we do share glasses, and I am not disgusted with you, but do you know what's the last thing you touched? That's what's disgusting me." He furrowed his brows, then rose from the couch and went to the room separated by a wall in the office.

I had that room built there because most of the time I worked until late at night. Instead of going back to my room, I will sleep there because the room has everything I need.

“Sony.“ I called and went after him. “Look at me, what are you talking about?“ I grabbed him by his arm and pushed him against the door.

“Why did you touch him?“ He asked instead.

“Oh, so this is what it is all about?“ I chuckled and released my grip on his hands. “You told me that you don't have any problem with it.“ I reminded him.

Before I touched Beta Kelvin, I had sought permission from him through Mind-Link, and he said he had no problem with it. Why was he mad then? He can be dramatic sometimes.

“Yes, I gave you permission to touch, not to stroke gently.“ He said this through gritted teeth, annoyance evident on his face. If looks could kill, I would be dead from his death glare by now.

“Well,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “I am sorry. I did that because I never wanted him to know about my next step, which was to pull his balls off his manhood.“ I explained it to him.

He smirked, then asked, "To pull his balls off his manhood? Are you kidding me?“ He laughed his eyes out. "You really have a flair for the dramatic, don't you?" he teased, his annoyance fading into amusement. I couldn't help but join in on the laughter, relieved that the tension had dissipated.

“No, I am not. I mean it.“ I said after some time.

He froze, his eyes widening in shock. “Do you wish to be jailed? Do you know that is against the law? Argh, thank goodness I kicked you in time.“ He rolled his eyes, pushed me aside, and walked to sit on the bed.

“Come on. We are the law; have you forgotten?“ I smirked, going to sit on his side. "Besides, the law doesn't allow anyone to fantasize about what's mine. I am sure I would have been pardoned."

He sighed, his anger slowly fading. "You always find a way to twist things, don't you?" he said while shaking his head. "anyways, move. I want to sleep." He kicked me off the bed.

“Ouch!" I screamed when I landed on the floor, "My back is hurting. Will you give me a massage?“ I snuggled up closer to him, sniffing his scent.

“No. Get off me. I don't want you near me until you go and clean yourself.“ He pushed me off his body and jotted off the bed and back to the office.

“Yes, milord.“ I responded back to him, stripping down my clothes and running for a cold shower, intending to rub Beta Kelvin's scent off me.