Ki-hoon carried me to their suite.

The suite was huge. Too huge. It was the kind of place that smelled like money and air conditioning, with floor-to-ceiling windows that made the city look like a toy set. It was a hell of a lot different from my tiny room, and honestly, the luxury of it made me feel even more sick.

​He dropped me onto the bed. I didn’t care what it was made of, but it was soft—so soft that for a second, with my head spinning and the heat melting my brain, I actually felt like I was floating on a cloud. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles digging into the fabric just to have something to hold onto so I wouldn’t drift away.

​The white suit was a disaster. The brooch was gone, my tie was choking me, and I’d lost my glasses somewhere. Without them, everything was a blur, but I could still see the four of them standing there, watching me like I was a car crash.

​"I’m not waiting," Seo-Jun said. His voice was rough, stripped of that playful edge he usually had. I heard the snap of his belt and the heavy thud of his shoes hitting the floor. "Look at him. He’s already gone. I’m going to have a great fuck, and I don’t care who has a problem with it."

​I felt the mattress dip. The heat in my gut flared up just from him getting close, a gross, heavy feeling that made me want to scream and crawl away at the same time. I tried to push myself back, but my arms felt like wet noodles.

​"Back off, Seo-Jun."

​Ki-hoon’s voice was like a bucket of ice water. He stepped in, blocking Seo-Jun before he could get any closer to me. He wasn’t yelling, but the way he stood there—arms down, jaw tight—was enough to stop the air in the room.

​"Don’t touch him," Ki-hoon said.

​Seo-Jun let out a frustrated, jagged laugh. "Oh, give it a rest. You can smell it. He’s an Omega. He’s in heat. This is literally what he’s here for."

​"He’s not here for you to use like a piece of meat," Min-Cheol cut in. He was leaning against the wall, but he wasn’t smiling. He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw something like actual concern in his eyes, or maybe just logic. "The bunny will suffer, Seo-Jun. Look at him. He’s small, he’s shaking, and his fever is through the roof. You’ll break him before you’re even done."

​"He’s right," Jin-Yeok added. He was standing by the window, his back to us, but his voice was tight. "His heart is going too fast. If you force anything now, you’ll end up sending him to the hospital, or worse. Is that the ’fun’ you wanted?"

​Seo-Jun hissed through his teeth, his eyes darting between them and me. He looked like a rabid dog being held back by a fence.

​I let out a low, shaky whimper, burying my face in the pillow. My whole body was buzzing, and the sound of them arguing over me was making my head pound.

​"So what?" Seo-Jun snapped, gesturing at me. "We just sit here? We just watch him burn up on the bed?"

​Ki-hoon didn’t move. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable, then back at Seo-Jun.

​"We will wait," Ki-hoon said. "We get him through the night. But nobody lays a finger on him while he’s like this."

Seo-Jun’s face twisted into a deep frown, his eyes darting between Ki-hoon and me like he was looking at a total stranger.

​"Wait? You want us to take care of him?" he snapped, his voice rising in disbelief. "Are you actually insane? You’re asking four Alphas to sit in a room with a leaking Omega and play nursemaid? That’s not how this works, Ki-hoon. That’s not how any of this works."

​I barely heard him. Or rather, I heard the words, but they didn’t mean anything. My brain was a swamp of heat and noise.

​If I were in my right mind, I would’ve agreed with Seo-Jun. It was crazy. And I would’ve thanked Ki-hoon for trying to protect me. But I wasn’t in my right mind. I was drifting somewhere between the ceiling and the silk-covered mattress, lost in a fever that made every inch of my skin feel like it was being rubbed with sandpaper.

​And then there was the pain.

​Down there... It was unbearable. My pants felt three sizes too small, the fabric of the white suit trousers grating against me with every shaky breath I took. It was a dull, throbbing ache that was quickly turning into a sharp, localized fire. My dick hurt so much I just wanted to reach down and touch it—to do anything to make that agonizing pressure go away.

​I let out a choked, desperate sound into the pillow, my hips twitching involuntarily. I didn’t care about the Alphas anymore. I didn’t care about the suite or the party or my father’s budget. I just wanted the friction to stop.

​"He’s hurting," Min-Cheol muttered, his voice sounding uncharacteristically hollow. I felt him take a step closer to the bed, the scent of him—sweet and sharp—making my stomach do a slow, agonizing flip.

​"He’s not just hurting," Seo-Jun growled, pacing at the foot of the bed like a caged animal. "He’s prime. And you’re telling me we just stand here and watch him suffer because of some moral code you suddenly found in the trash?"

​Ki-hoon didn’t flinch. He stayed right where he was, a solid wall of ice between me and Seo-Jun’s frustration.

​"I’m not saying we do nothing," Ki-hoon said, his voice dropping so low it was almost a growl. "But we aren’t doing that."

I reached out, my fingers scratching uselessly at the sheets, trying to find a way to ease the ache in my trousers without actually touching myself in front of them. My face was buried in the pillow, but I was pretty sure I was crying. The heat was too much. The pain was too much.

​"Please," I gasped, the word muffled by the fabric. I didn’t even know what I was asking for. I just knew that if someone didn’t do something soon, I was going to snap in half. "Help me."