Chapter 298
Daphne
[Host. You are supposed to break the harem, not make the main character fall in love with you.]
I choke on the water I'm drinking. I cover it with a cough, managing to keep my composure even as my mind screeches to a halt.
What do you mean? I respond mentally, keeping my face neutral as Elliot walks away to get my cake.
[It seems the MC has fallen for you.] the System responds, its tone carrying that familiar hint of judgment.
What? Isn't he gay?
[No. In this world, such distinctions don't matter. What matters is designation. You are an Alpha, Host.]
I feel goosebumps form across my skin, and it has nothing to do with the cafe's air conditioning.
What? I stare at the counter where Elliot is carefully plating my honey cake. He's cute, I'll admit. In a soft, pretty way. Blond curls, big green eyes, that fragile air that makes Alphas want to protect and possess.
But he's a man.
With male parts.
