No one pays Aito any attention. Saeko is the main focus of attraction.

She’s tense, visibly so. She stands straight, shoulders raised and stiff, but her eyes flicker warily between the dominant alphas in the room. 

“It’s nice to see you too, Saeko”. I mean it, but she should never draw attention to me like that again. 

My heart almost stopped.

Aito stands to the side— forgotten. It’s almost like everyone has tacitly agreed to ignore him. I ...