By Zephyria 
“What brings you here?”
The man, whose expressionless face was thoroughly armed with professional discipline, asked like a machine, revealing not a shred of emotion.
Could he be an A.I.?
With that absurd thought, I opened my mouth.
“I’m here to see Mr. Miller.”
“Mr. Miller?”
Repeating my words, he scanned my face and body once. Feeling awkward, I glanced behind him.
“Is there someone named Alice Martin here? He probably knows me…”
I felt that if he were there, things would proceed more easily. As if my prediction were correct, the man soon nodded—ah—while still maintaining his expressionless face.
“Please come in. I will guide you.”
The conversation ended more simply than I had expected. I felt relieved, yet bewildered. I handed my car keys to another suit and followed the man, who seemed to be the boss, while I could see the men behind me snickering.
Fine, sorry for the piece-of-junk car.
My face flushed with embarrassment as I thought of my rental car, standing all alone and pathetic among the various luxury vehicles lined up across the garden.
I’ll be leaving soon anyway.
I deliberately tightened my jaw and walked with my head held high. After all, being called out in the middle of a party wouldn’t put him in a good mood. It would be fine to read the room and set a separate appointment if necessary. Catering to his whims was the priority.
With a trial hanging over me, I was beyond uncomfortable. As I walked, simulating various scenarios in my head, a sweet scent suddenly hit the tip of my nose. Once I noticed it, the fragrance grew several times stronger with every step, quickly numbing my senses.
It was that man’s scent.
For a moment, I recalled him from our first meeting. His scent floating thick in a confined space. An insanely sweet delicacy. If it was spreading this intensely through such a massive mansion, just how much pheromone was overflowing from him?
However, it seemed I was the only one affected. There was no sign of agitation in the back of the man leading the way.
That man must be a Gamma too.
Just as I was inwardly envying their constitution, which remained unaffected by any pheromones…
…Huh?
Suddenly, I felt a foreign scent. It wasn’t just the pheromones of a Dominant Alpha. Other pheromones were mixed in. And in an enormous quantity.
It was the scent of an Omega.
I faltered. What on earth kind of party was this? If the pheromones of an Alpha—and a Dominant Alpha at that—were spreading to this extent, it would be fatal for an Omega.
Just as I began to feel uneasy, a door not far away suddenly swung open and someone came rushing out. Simultaneously, the pheromones that had been wafting strongly until now crashed over me like a tidal wave.
“…Gasp,”
I reflexively took a sharp breath, but that reaction proved to be my undoing. My vision blurred instantly, and my mind grew hazy. Just as I barely avoided collapsing by leaning my hand against the wall, I locked eyes with the man who had rushed out. His eyes were overflowing with pleasure.
My god, he was stark naked.
Without a single thin piece of underwear, the man looked at me with his member standing erect between his legs.
An Omega.
I recognized the man’s identity by the scent emanating from him. He looked at me with glazed eyes and let out a crazed, rattling laugh. He had completely lost his mind to the Dominant Alpha’s pheromones. As he slumped like a deflated balloon, a man who suddenly appeared from behind shoved him down without warning. Similarly naked, the man mounted the Omega without any foreplay and rammed his bloodshot penis inside. Without a second thought, he was an Alpha.
“Haaa, ughhh…”
The two became entangled, letting out strange sounds—whether they were crying or laughing, I couldn’t tell. Semen, sweat, and lubrication flowed steadily between them. Every time they slammed their bodies together, cloudy secretions splattered across the mirror-polished marble floor, staining it here and there.
Belatedly, I covered my nose with my arm, trying my best to avoid the smell. While I struggled to breathe, taking in shallow sips of oxygen, the man ahead reached out as if to support me.
“This way.”
He walked past the two rolling around in front of us with utter composure. My heart thudded with an ominous feeling, but it was already too late to turn back. As if possessed, I followed the man. The place he guided me to was the very room the Omega had rushed out of. Beyond two massive, wide-open doors lay an enormous hall. And that was the source of the scent.
There were far more Alphas and Omegas there than I had seen in my entire life.
What was more shocking was that everyone was a Dominant Alpha. Dominant Alphas, whom one might be lucky to see once in a lifetime, were scattered everywhere.
Is this a party exclusively for Dominant Alphas?
Feeling a wave of dizziness, I finally understood the reason for the overwhelming scent. If a single person’s pheromones were that intense, then with so many Dominant Alphas gathered, breaking someone’s will with pheromones alone would be nothing. As evidence, Omegas—at least twice as many as there were Alphas—were scattered about, unable to regain their senses, intoxicated by the pheromones. There was more than one Omega screaming and shaking their hips wildly while mounted on an Alpha.
The Dominant Alphas watched them with arrogance. Their haughtiness was most evident in the fact that the majority of the Dominant Alphas remained clothed. While the Omegas were all stark naked, crawling on the floor and rubbing their bodies against them as if begging, the Alphas merely looked down and observed them, without a single hair out of place.
There were some Dominant Alphas who were also naked and rolling around like the Omegas. Four or five Omegas were clinging to one such man; while he had his penis buried in one, he was mercilessly punching another Omega, leaving them bloodied. The other Omegas were preoccupied with licking and sucking all over his body in a trance, and even the Omega whose nose seemed broken and was bleeding profusely had their eyes rolled back in ecstasy, their member erect despite the beating.
There were slight differences, but it was largely the same. In one corner, security guards were carrying out an Omega who was gasping for air after being beaten nearly to death; in another, an Omega continued to grind their hips even though their groin was a mess of semen and blood from being penetrated to the point of tearing.
Everyone was drinking wine. The Omegas gulped down wine with semen still remaining in their mouths from sucking the Dominant Alphas’ genitals. Some drank straight from the bottle and collapsed onto the floor. Even while lying down, their erections did not subside.
As nausea rose amidst the dizziness, I found him within that living hell.
Nathaniel Miller.