"I've been looking for you," said Leo as he looked down at Blue with a predatory gaze.
"Get the fuck out of my way." Blue said, trying his best to look and sound composed as he straightened his back.
"Don't be in a hurry. You're in a bad state right now. Let me help you." Leo reached to touch Blue, but the latter aggressively slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" Blue's voice went an octave higher.
With the loud music playing inside the club, not many people heard him. But they could see that he was in a tight spot. However, no one stepped forward to lend a helping hand.
This was a club. Things like this happened all the time. An Omega should learn not to leave their drink unattended in a club. If anything happened to them after being 'careless', it was their fault. Not the Alpha's fault—who drugged them.
