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    A Dance of Dominance

    "If you dare to continue flirting, I won't let you off lightly." Gregory Good, expressionless: "I heard you made a date with the third daughter of the Abudi family today?" Lance Sherrill, excited: "Hmm~ Miss Abudi really lives up to her reputation~ I invited her for a dance, I swear, she's the Omega with the softest waist I've ever met~" "Oh, is that so?" Greg unfastened his belt with a "snap", preparing to pull out his gun for a lesson, "I happen to think your waist is the softest." Lance: "…" (Finished) Greg: "If you dare to continue flirting, I won't let you off lightly." Handsome and charming flirty receiver x fierce, strong-waisted, and full-stamina attacker In simple terms: This is a love story between a flirtatious noble Alpha who's a heartthrob of the empire and a retired major general Alpha who has been single for a long time. Fellow readers, get to know AA. Understand the AA that can resist and play various fun plays on the bed without losing sanity. Raise the flag of AA high! I don't care, I don't care, even if no one is fond of it, I still want to write AA, whining! ——

    Chapter 7: Disguise

    Story: A Dance of Dominance Author:Blossom Bonds Studio words:3868 Update time:2023-07-04 10:52:22

    Miss Hughes' costume party, when taken seriously, can be considered a disguised matchmaking banquet and... a banquet filled with opportunities for romancing.

    The upcoming omega in heat may be able to find a compatible and handsome alpha to engage in a mutual transaction, where they offer their wealth or sacrifice their charm to have the alpha temporarily mark them. Of course, this also implies the potential danger of being forcefully claimed by certain alphas. All in all, one must consider various factors and a tiny amount of luck.

    For alphas, who have always been in a dominant position, the fun in this is often much greater than the risks involved. Naturally, they are happy to participate.

    The banquet hall has already gathered quite a few people. The sweet and tender omega use their eyes to size up the surrounding alphas, secretly searching for their targets in their hearts. And the alphas, likewise, are searching for their prey tonight, always eager for the best, the most beautiful, the most special one.

    After all, that's simply their nature.

    The banquet hall continued to fill up with more and more people. They were all invited to attend this masquerade ball, and among them, some had already chosen their targets for the evening...

    However, Miss Hughes, one of the organizers of the banquet, had not yet waited for her alpha.

    She was getting a little impatient. After rejecting an alpha's invitation again, Miss Hughes had to pour herself a glass of cold water in order to alleviate the restlessness caused by the alpha's pheromones.

    Fortunately, the person she had been waiting for finally appeared.

    Perhaps it was the beauty that had been meticulously crafted and favored by the creator. From the moment he stepped into the hall, it almost captured the attention of the majority.

    Under the soft light, the silky golden hair sways with his every step. Adorning his head is a platinum crown in the shape of tree branches, intricately entwined around his forehead. A deep blue gemstone sits between his eyebrows, echoing the color of his captivating eyes. Even just meeting his gaze, one can sense the depth of his affection and charm. It almost tempts one to unveil his intricate yet exquisite mask and uncover his true countenance.

    The V-shaped collar with golden rolled edges, the exquisite robe adorned with silver and golden thread patterns, and the faint scent of rose petals. All of these combined made him look like an elf, a mythical creature only glimpsed in books or movies.

    Miss Hughes opened her mouth slightly, surprised and amazed by such grace.

    After a momentary daze, she shifted her gaze and landed on the forlorn "vampire" a few steps away from the "elf".

    Although he couldn't compare to the "elves"... but the person worth waiting for was not bad either~

    As for the focal point of many gazes, the "elf" is currently engaged in a verbal battle with the "vampire".

    "Lance! You've stolen all my limelight. Look look look, all the little beauties' attention is on you."

    "Eden, the face is something innate, I neither fought for it nor snatched it."

    "I shouldn't have taken you to meet Haman in the first place! That face-judging dog who sizes up others based on appearance! I'm going to quit him and find a new stylist!"

    Harman leaving you might be the right choice, as your appearance limits this poor stylist. I'm considering whether or not to hire him.

    Eden took a deep breath and said, "Lance, you, you, you…"

    "Mhmm~ Your friend is here. Long time no see," Lance politely smiled at Miss Hughes.

    "Long time no see, Lance, my dear. You're becoming more and more charming," Miss Hughes greeted with a small courtesy. "Do you have any targets for tonight? After all, most of the omegas have already been captivated by you~"

    Miss Hughes smiled somewhat ambiguously as she took the arm that Eden offered to her.