As the door was slammed shut, all the four men took out respirator mask and put it on. To Asmin's surprise, these were the special pheromone resistant masks which were under experimental observations and only available to the special forces. For a mercenary to have such special equipment, they must be somewhat important to the government.
The first advantage that Alan had over the other four was of smell. Throughout the book, there has been several chapters in which he used this disgusting smell to fight the enemy. However, in this chapter, things seem to be heading down the hill. No matter how much he increased his pheromone secretions, all four of them seemed unaffected. Any more than this, and he will only cause harm to himself. Alan thought for a while and then stopped his pheromone secretion.
The four warriors were just standing on guard, they did not approach. Neither did they retreat. However, as soon as Alan tried to move towards them, they would either block his way or push him back.
Now, Alan was getting annoyed. He was being toyed with. He hated that feeling. He was being held inside these walls and these four were just underestimating his strength. Alan, alias Asmin, finally pulled up his sleeves and prepared for the battle. But this time, the other four were also ready to beat his ass.
As soon as Alan approached towards the one that looked the weakest, the other three surrounded him from all the sides, as if they expected him to move as such. All of them finally pulled out their respective daggers. One after another, they took turn to stab Alan. Alan on the other hand kept punching the one he thought was the weakest. Soon, that guy had a bleeding nose and mouth. But, Alan was bleeding a lot more that the rest of them. His back was covered in stab wounds and blood. his hands were covered in blood too. He was punching and pushing with all his strength but it wasn't helping him much. However, the other three, they were stabbing him at a new place everytime. Alan was no more visible in brtween that mess. One could only see a re figure surrounded by the rest of them. A loaf of meat, that's what Alan looked like. He tried to reach the others. Slowly, his strength was draining out. Just when he was about to give up, he saw an opening. Finally, he got the chance to snatch the dagger from the one he was hitting. He grabbed that dagger and without any delay, reached out for the man's throat. Blood splurted out on Alan's face. The one in front of him fell on the ground. Before he could turn around and reach the other three, someone hit his head with a hard handle. Alan lost his consciousness and all he heard was some screams, " Call the madam! Call the ambulance! Do something."
When Asmin finally opened his eyes, he heard many people sighing in relief. As soon as he looked around, he saw several couple of eyes staring at him. He smelled a dozen of omegas around himself. Some of them were very pretty and rest were just… less pretty.
" Khala, you let him skip the training. You are so biased."
" Khala, I thought I was your favorite but you betrayed my love."
" Khala, you are in love, aren't you? Well I guess he is kind of cute."
The khala they were all addressing to was sitting by the bedside. It was Rosa. He finally spoke. " You bitches! Don't you dare stain the young with your filthy thoughts. I will abandon you all if you ever put your paws on the youngest."
"but khala…."
" Shut it. Get out of here. I will officially introduce him to you only when he is ready. Now get out." Rosa yelled.
" But the tea?"
" Not yet." Rosa glared at the one who spoke.
All those people walked out of the room. Finally, Alan was able to look around. The room was filled with antiques. The bed he was laying upon was glittery and sparkly. The covers were embroidered with blue jewels. The headrest was decorated with real peacock feathers. The curtains were made of blue glass drops. The pillows were soft and had blue fur covers. Overall, it looked like a peacock's nest, beautiful but too flashy.
" Good morning, youngest." Rosa spoke.
" Me?" Alan asked in confusion.
" Of course." Rosa smiled at him. Then he placed a hand on his cheek and spoke, " You are the youngest on so far."
" But you are a fierce one, aren't you?" Rosa rubbed his cheek, " You remind me of my younger self. I used to be like that too. My temperament was far more worse than yours. Back then I used to think I am the only freak born like that. But here you are, slitting throats and attacking people bigger than you."
" You almost killed one of my dear warriors. I guess you don't listen. I told you to make sure you all are alive. But you went ahead and scarred my babies." Rosa finally grabbed Alan by the jaw. " Do you have any idea how much they were holding back? You little punk!"
" Well, well, it's my fault. I knew you were a bitch but I still underestimated you. Next time, you are training with me. I just cannot afford any more hospital bills." He stood up and pulled out the drawer next to bed. There was a picture of a handsome guy in graduation uniform."
"Who is this?" Asmin asked.
Rosa smiled, " Me."