"You have unlimited access to this telco?Really?"
Ezra nods. He is casually lying down, his tummy on the hardwood floor. He is in a video call with Rei, Tish, and War.
"You're lucky then! Perks for having super-rich in-laws!" Rei rolls her eyes.
"They said, I might also get a car once I reach eighteen, but since I don't have a driving license, I might need to take one later..."
"They give you a car?" Tish gasps.
"Yeah. The family owns a huge automotive company, so cars are almost like bicycles here in this household. Everyone owns one, even the Beta helpers have their own transportation. Better than our old academy bus!"
"Tsk... I can still remember that old, brown bus!" Rei shakes her head faintly, her expression causing huge laughter.
"You're lucky enough to be a part of The Sarin. They monopolize almost every business sector in A Nation; telecommunications, cyber security, IT, automotive, hotels, even cafes!" Tish praises Ezra in amazement.
"And... those don't belong to me, so never say that I am lucky. I won't leech them out. I'd rather create my own path," Ezra sighs, as he rolls on the floor while still holding his brand new iPhone; a welcome gift from the Sarin.
"Well, asking for a little help won't hurt much, right?" Rei teases.
Ezra sits up straight. His expression turns gloomy. "I know. They can give me everything. But my heart... I don't know if I can open it. I always thought of loving Sora forever, but who knows I will get heartbroken like this?"
Everyone stares at Ezra on screen, sharing the same pain, but has no power to do anything. They can be a good listener for him, but in the end, it's all up to Ezra.
"You have to learn. Slowly, but surely. We all need to learn how to accept new people in our lives," says War.
"Easy for you to say! Just look how your Alpha treats you! So loving, so caring!" Tish's voice laces with jealousy. Her eyes roll up in annoyance. Rei and Ezra join her, teasing War for fun.
"I told you, female Alpha is different!" Rei shrieks, feeling the secondhand embarrassment.
"Guys, what the—? How can you tease me like that, huh? You know, I can't even lift my head when I face Moon!"
"There you go! Feeling shy around her..." Tish continues teasing War.
"War, consider yourself lucky. Having a female Alpha as a wife is the best thing that can happen for some lame male Omega like us. They are loving, caring, not to mention devoted to you. Compared to a male Alpha... Jeez! Just look at Fa, always looking at me like a piece of meat that is ready to be devoured!" Ezra sighs.
"Who would not drool while looking at you? Look at that chisel chest! And those biceps that can kill any Alphas at one glance!"
"Shut up, Tish, you horny Omega!"
Laughter fills the room. They continue chatting until it's time for dinner. Ezra cuts the call, grabs his towel from the closet, and steps into the bathroom.
"Jeez.. even the bathroom is huge!" Ezra shakes his head in amazement.
Living in a huge space is probably fun, until you realize how much time you have to spend cleaning the surface. And what if you wake up on your lazy day? You have to walk your way to the bathroom and it feels like running a mile!
Ezra turns on the shower. He stands silently under the heavy water that flows from the high-tech shower head. He takes a few moments to do some breathing exercises, just to calm himself down. It's a technique that he learns during yoga classes, and it helps him almost all the time. He rubs his hair softly, measuring how much it has grown since the last time he had a haircut.
As he turns around and opens his eyes under the shower, he catches a glimpse of someone leaning against the bathroom wall.
"Mind if I join?"
Ezra yelps out, covering his private part in a hurry.
"What are you doing in here? How did you enter my room?" that Omega yells at Fa.
"I'm taking a shower, of course..." the shameless Golden Alpha undid his towel. Ezra uses his other hand to cover his eyes.
"What the—yarh, you can't just expose yourself like that!" Ezra almost chokes on his saliva while gibberish some words. He can hear Fa's teasing chuckles.
"Hey, you need to get used to this. We'll soon need to mate. You can't keep covering yourself like this all the time, right?"
"I don't care! I'm leaving now!" Ezra grabs his towel and marches out of the shower. Fa suddenly grabs his wrist, making Ezra jump in shock.
"As you need to know, we might not share the bedroom, but we did share a bathroom. So, don't shy away if you need someone to... brush your back," Fa smirks, making Ezra bleak in agony. He pulls away his hand, and storms out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, and rolls on his bed while shrieking loudly, cursing Fa under his breath.
A knock on the door jolts Ezra up from the bed. He stomps his feet towards the door. As the door opens, Ezra's jaw drops.
"Good evening, Omega Ezra..." A group of Beta helpers gathered together in front of his room, along with several racks of attire.
"Wha... what are you guys doing in front of my room?" Ezra goes stuttering.
"We're here to help you get ready for the dinner."
Ezra smacks his mouth. "It's just a dinner, not a party, right?"
The group of Beta helpers nods, yet, even without permission, they still try to penetrate Ezra's room. The young Omega jolts in shock, insists on guarding his room.
"I don't need help for that—"
"For the dinner in this household, there are some regulations that you need to comply..." the Beta; perhaps the head of the stylists, speaks up.
"What are the rules anyway?" asks Ezra.
"First, you need to follow the dress code. Since today is a formal dinner, you have to wear something formal. Your father-in-law will be joining the dinner today, so you don't wanna get embarrassed, right?"
"I think... I do have some formal clothes—"
"Probably won't fit for the occasion. So, we're here to help," says one of the stylists Beta, insisting to make her way into the room.
"Sorry, I don't think you wanna enter the room, and... I'm indecent now..."
"What's with the ruckus, huh?"
The Beta stylist team freezes, forming a line before bowing to Fa; who appears behind Ezra only in his towel. He seems to have just come out of the shower—based on his wet hair—and casually hugs Ezra from behind.
"Yargh, what are you doing? Let me go!" Ezra slaps Fa's hands that snake around his waist, but the Golden Alpha shamelessly ignores it. Instead, he gives a light kiss on Ezra's head, making the Beta stylist team blush in secondhand embarrassment.
"Sorry, we just had a shower. Let me fix my Omega's robe. Just a sec," Fa holds on to Ezra and turns his body. He grabs the collar of the Omega's robe, folding it tight to ensure no one ever peeks at those tasty milky chocolate abs.
"Okay, you can come in."
Ezra's eyes were bulging out in shock. He feels powerless when he watches the Beta's stylist team enter the room, one by one. Fa, still hugging him from behind, ushers the confused Omega inside.
"Which one is better?" They have a small discussion before pulling more clothes onto the bed. Fa lets Ezra sit on the chair, while he casually rummages through that poor, clueless Omega's closet, looking for a robe.
"Starts with the hair and makeup first. It saves time," he casually gives the direction to these Betas. They nod, as they begin styling Ezra.
"I think the black one looks the best..." Fa chooses the clothes by his own, only for Ezra. The Omega can only watch from afar, as he is surrounded by these stylish Betas.
As he is slowly getting ready for dinner, so is Fa. The Golden Alpha opted for a black, front-button shirt with a pair of black slacks. He undid three buttons down, showcasing his chiseled chest.
"Is this okay for you?" Fa glares at Ezra, flashing a smirk. He purposely did that to check on the Omega's reaction.
Ezra turns away his sight, feeling so done to even glare at that male. He feels indecent by himself, although he's not the one who wears something like that. He opted for a black turtle neck, for one reason; to hide the love bite on his neck.
Fa walks towards Ezra, checking his overall look. Ezra, being a bit hostile over all this strange course, squirms a bit. Yet, that young Omega stands still like a good, obedient one.
"Your slate eyes are pretty..." Fa throws a comment, ignoring the fact that he is so loud that his voice is crystal clear for everyone in that room to blush along. Even so, Ezra crinkles his forehead, hiding the embarrassment behind his stoic face. The two are standing, facing each other with quite a large difference in height.
"Alpha Fa, do you want us to enhance the eyes?" One of the makeup Beta asks.
"No need. Let them in the most minimal. I want to devour those eyes by myself."
Fa's answers add more tension and jab right through a punchline of flirts. But, for Ezra, he feels the words are a threat. Like Fa will end up cooking him as a stew and eat him.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Ezra gushes, silently protesting.
"Fine. I won't," Fa smirks. Ezra turns away and is ready to leave the room along with the Beta stylist team, but Fa quickly grabs him from behind, making that young Omega yelp in shock.
By the end of the day, I might have a cardiac arrest!
"Wait. You can't leave just like that."
"I thought we were ready? Can we just go now?"
"No. Not yet."
Another group of Beta helpers; this time, only four in the group, appear before their eyes. They wear a stern, serious face.
"Good evening, Alpha Fa. Are you ready for dinner?" asks one of them.
Fa nods, slowly taking his place at the front, covering Ezra with his height.
"Why are you standing in front of me?" Ezra whispers to Fa. Before the Golden Alpha can answer him, that same Beta opens his mouth.
"Second rule; an Alpha should usher his Omega or Beta partner to the dining hall. He has to stand at the front, with the partner following from behind, standing a bit far to the right."
Oh, it did sound like joining a marching band! Ezra rolls his eyes up. But still, he feels alright because he can stand a bit far away from that pervert Golden Alpha!
"So, I can't hold Omega Ezra's hand? At all?" Fa sounds irritated.
The Beta's protocol team shakes their head in unison.
"Tsk, I'll make sure to scratch this part out once I rule the house!" Fa's complaint makes Ezra silently laugh behind him. It sounds childish, even though the words are heavy.
Serves you right, you wrong-minded, horny ass!