“And what agreement would that be?”. Miyamura asks, watching Aito as the other alpha walks closer to the group with a smile. 

As he moves closer to us, Yamato exits the room with the cleaning crew, he does not spare a glance backwards. 

My breath catches in my throat, a bead of sweat makes its way down my forehead. The air conditioning is at its highest, yet I find myself sweating. 

I’m fucked.

“Why are you asking?”. Aito retorts sharply. 

‘Is he trying ...