Gray looked down at Lance from above, and the deliberate restraint in Lance's pheromones and aura gradually revealed their magnificence.

It is the mellow fragrance of intoxicating red wine, mingled with a hint of tobacco, possessing an intriguing depth and a faint spiciness.

Lance was being suppressed by him, and his mood was not very good. The constant clash between their alpha-alpha personalities tempted him to resist, but he was held down tightly. Even this corner was flooded mercilessly by Gray's pheromones.

It's really beautiful, and the taste is great too.

When Gray underwent the above mental process, he almost immediately felt a surge of desire. His lowered gaze fixated on Lance's neck, and he foolishly yearned to do something.

He really makes me want to bite him, just once.

Unfortunately, it's not possible.

Grey shifted his body to the side and averted his gaze from Lance, standing still for a moment to calm his desires.

Is it because Lance's face is too good-looking, or is it because I haven't vented for too long? Gray vaguely knows his own thoughts, but they are somewhat unrealistic.

Lance is not an omega or beta who would willingly fulfill your physical desires. He is an alpha who possesses the desire to conquer and the strength to do so. If Gray were to express his thoughts, this beautiful little cat would probably scratch himself to death regardless of the occasion.

Gray felt a bit disappointed and his gaze swept over Lance once again.

Lance captured the restless and slightly provocative pheromones transmitted by Gray. He found it rather strange, but quickly took this kind of method that he often used to tease omegas as Gray's provocation. After all, it was often difficult to distinguish between these two emotions based solely on the state of pheromones.

He's actually quite annoying. Gray, this alpha, not only is old-fashioned, but also holds grudges. Does he even want to fight me at a banquet like this?

Lance furrowed his brows, slightly annoyed, and adjusted his tightly buttoned collar. Then, as Gray was about to leave without leaving a trace, Lance suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of Gray's clothes, forcefully pressing down on his upper body to alleviate the oppressive feeling caused by his height.

"Grey, will you ever stop? You're now an instructor at the military academy, but you still lack even a trace of tolerance? Ha, I really don't understand how you were chosen by the legion in the first place." As Lance uttered the last sentence, he lowered his voice, but the mocking tone remained unchanged, and instead, his whispered voice sounded even more derisive.

Gray didn't expect Lance to suddenly pull him like this. He didn't know what Lance was thinking, but instead of evading, he obediently bent down along with the force from Lance.

The distance between the two of them was getting closer, so close that Gray could clearly see and count Lance's golden-brown eyelashes.

"You think I'm targeting you," Gray said, watching the pretty little cat bare its fangs and claws, acting like an indulgent master, obediently allowing him to playfully attack with its immature paws. It didn't hurt or itch, so he could simply toy with it.

"Do you still think you're taking care of me?" Lanse did not realize the disparity between them, his grip tightened, and he seemed very tempted to throw a punch. However, he restrained himself due to his composure and the current situation.

"Do you want to hit me?" Gray's lips curled up as he intentionally moved a little closer.

Gray, don't be too arrogant!" Lance's eyes widened. What does this old man mean??? Is he doing it on purpose???

Gray looked into his eyes, feeling more and more ticklish in his heart. He didn't want to continue anymore. Why did the pretty kitten have to come and provoke him again?

Gray suddenly raised his hand and covered Lance's eyes. The skin of his fingers brushed against the soft eyelashes, tickling a little. "Close your eyes. Annoying."

Lance: Why are you staring at me like that again?!

"Gray, do you have... hmm?!!"

Lance's voice suddenly changed after someone pinched the back of his neck. Instinctively, he pushed Gray's hand away from his neck, where the gland had been squeezed by Gray and was now slightly itchy from the stimulation. His pheromones also became somewhat uncontrollable.

Lance's mouth became dry and his tongue felt parched. Ultimately, it had been a long time since he had released himself. He had managed to endure that one incident when Amelia had provoked him, but now... Gray's recent action had made him feel completely aroused.

In the banquet hall, the faint scent of omega pheromones permeated the air, and Lance subtly shifted his Adam's apple. His gaze swept past Gray and settled on Amelia.

"You can have it."

Gray suddenly spoke up, his gaze falling on Lance's crotch.