The men beside the pig-like man snickered, their eyes crawling over me with ugly smirks, making Alex mutter something through clenched teeth, his smile still fixed in place. I knew he was cursing them.
The pig-like man rubbed his chin with thick fingers, inspecting me from head to toe.
"Come, come and serve me." A shiver slid down my spine, freezing me where I stood as I saw the look on his face.
But he picked up his glass and gestured for me to pour him a drink.
The scar-faced men burst into loud laughter, slapping their thighs as the sound echoed through the room.
It was humiliating, and Alex was on the verge of lashing out, but I moved quickly. I followed the command silently. This much was still within my expectation.
Soon, I was sitting beside him, filling his empty glass from one of the bottles on the table. I didn't know what it was, nor did I care. My eyes stayed fixed on him.
Then his thick arm moved, draping itself around my shoulders.
I stumbled, nearly spilling the drink. He leaned fully into me, without restraint, for sure.
I wanted to run or at least push his arm away. Instead, I smiled and continued filling his glass.
"You should drink too." As soon as the glass reached the brim, he shoved it toward me, spilling alcohol onto my pants and between us. He brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed it.
"She didn't drink, boss. You know, bad liver. So I'll drink for her." Alex, who was seeing everything, intervened, but the pig-like man's face twisted into an ugly grimace.
"Did I tell you to speak, you bastard? She is the one I asked to drink. Why are you blabbering your mouth?"
As he shouted, with his eyes glaring at him and gripping his glass tightly as if about to break, the atmosphere inside the room changed in an instant.
Fearing he would do something to Alex, I snatched the glass and downed it.
The drink was strong—the strongest I had ever drunk—and my throat burned, though not as much as my cheek.
Ignoring the pain, I finished the drink and smiled at him.
"Of course, Boss is right." My eyes paused on Alex for a brief moment. "If Boss gives it to me, I should drink it."
At my words, his expression suddenly changed from that ugly one. It didn't look less ugly, but at least it had softened a bit.
He laughed, his thick fingers sliding from my cheek into my hair, brushing my face as he pushed it aside.
"Yeah, I like her."
Just like that, the tension eased. I lowered my head, pretending to be shy, shrinking myself as much as I could.
Time passed. Glasses emptied at a visible rate. The conversation went on, mostly on the explicit topic about the omega and whatnot.
I felt an urge to wash my ears thoroughly to clean my mind and brain with hot water.
There wasn't even a simple talk, but only filth.
After one drink, the pig-like man handed me another. Then another. I didn't know how much I had drunk, but I made sure not to look wasted.
Though I smiled and laughed, I didn't stop flinching or showing a reaction to his touch, but he still didn't stop his advances with his fingers.
So I was scared of what he might do if I really looked drunk.
Even now, as he talked, he pulled me closer, his bulky arm tightening around my shoulders.
I resisted without showing it on my face, but it only brought me closer—giving his arm more reach.
Then, his hand brushed against my shirt close to my chest. I didn't know if "brushed" was the right word, as I felt it very clearly.
My body already became numb, or maybe the opposite. I couldn't tell, but it was very unpleasant.
Then it happened again. This time, his hand tried to slip lower. His attempt to reach for my breast was obvious, and I couldn't keep up the act. I flinched hard, moving away from him uncomfortably.
He noticed immediately and pulled his hand back—only to try again when he thought I wouldn't react.
After several failed attempts, he finally pulled his hand away from my shoulder.
I felt relief, but soon after my face fell as I noticed his hand on my legs. My smile crumbled as it became really difficult to maintain.
Alex noticed my expression. He was watching my face, just like I was watching the pig-like man. When he opened his mouth to speak, I shot him a desperate look to stop.
I didn't know then that his hands were only going to get bolder and bolder.
He first placed his hand on my legs and then started to rub. I was still able to endure that, but his fingers squeezed my thigh.
The man painfully tightened his grip on me as I attempted to move my legs. I forced myself to stay still. It was the only thing I could do.
It was actually a good thing that he was being secretive, keeping his reach limited—even surrounded by his own men.
So I tried to calm down. But his advances increased to the point it became a crime as he pushed his hand higher to my lower body.
The sudden action made my body move involuntarily. I could no longer tolerate it further, so I stood up abruptly.
"I need to use the bathroom for a moment."
I didn't wait for a response and hurried out of the room.
If I had stayed any longer, he would have gone further and grabbed something I hadn't allowed myself to touch properly yet.
I was used to places like this—maybe not this grand, but close enough—and I found the bathroom quickly. Since I was an alpha, I went into the Alpha section. It was larger and cleaner than any club bathroom I had seen before.
After finishing, I washed my hands at the basin. I didn't leave right away. Standing in front of the mirror, I gripped the end of the basin tightly. I sighed deeply, gasping after thinking about the place I needed to head back to.
I didn't want to go back. I wanted to run away from here, but I knew I couldn't. Alex was here too. I couldn't leave him behind. It took a moment to steady myself. I muttered a few words under my breath, forcing my resolve into place.
But just as I was about to leave the bathroom, someone blocked the path. That pig-like man standing in front of me with his shirt was having a hard time covering his big belly.
Fuck, he had followed me. I was frightened, seeing him here alone, but I only forced an awkward smile on my face. This was probably the worst place to act out anyway.
"Boss, I—I will…head back first."
I tried to step past him, but his massive body blocked the way. There was no gap to slip through.
"If you could let me pass for a moment." The man smiled at me lecherously as if he were looking at a delicious meal.
"I came to piss too." He said. "Might as well relieve myself while I'm here."
My face sank as I heard him. And that pig-like man grabbed me by my hair. I tried to resist, but it was useless. He was bigger and heavier than my slender one. He dragged me forward and shoved me into an empty stall.