For being so adamant that he wanted details, Luan found it impossible to track Arlan down before the party. And he actually tried, too.
It was impossible to find the alpha, seeming as though he completely disappeared.
And yes, maybe Luan had planned on skipping this entire ordeal, but he really didn't have any good excuses at the moment.
Miles, the disgusting cretin, dressed in a dark blue suit, as if his eyes weren't enough of the color already. It was like he was trying to impersonate the ocean or something. Maybe a mountain that was far away, tinged in blue and trying to blend with the sky? But darker, for sure.
Luan went with black, same as always.
Like he'd put any real effort into a date with a man like that.
But he had to at least pretend he'd dressed to impress, rather than having thrown on the one thing he had that would get him in the door.
And Miles didn't seem to mind anyways, if the way he licked his lips, teeth biting it after like he'd been presented with a feast, was anything to go on.
Luan made sure to look grossed out, brows twitching, lip curling as he kept at least three feet between them at all times.
Miles knew what would happen if he got too close again. Luan hoped he did, at least. You never know with people that have such low IQ's and only think with their nethers and lemon tainted pheromones.
Hope would have to do for now.
Arriving at the venue, a large hall that was designed for such things as parties, Luan disembarked from the limo, courtesy of Miles Sein, disgusting though he was.
Said alpha also stepped out, and you don't want to know what kind of torture Luan went through having to ride in the same car as that guy.
His whole body shuddered as he got away from Miles, though it wasn't meant to last.
He had to take the man's arm as they walked inside. Appearances were the crutch of society, leaving little room for such things as personal opinions or preferences. And Luan would have preferred death to this kind of torture.
His touch on the arm was light, barely making contact at all, Miles smiling the entire time, as though Luan had chosen to touch him of his own free will.
He'd have to disinfect his arm when this was over.
Maybe amputation would be better.
There was no way of knowing where this man had been before. Better to just chop the whole thing and be clean again.
Though, then he'd have to do something with the arm that did the cutting. After all, it would probably brush against the tainted one at least once before he was done. And of course, said arm was attached to him quite thoroughly, veins that went everywhere, sweat that seeped into the skin and probably went right back to wherever it came from.
This might take longer than he thought. How does one cleanse their entire body from the repugnant factor that seeped from some people like a second skin? Miles was definitely covered in the stuff if the previous night's encounter was anything to go off.
Luan could practically feel his mind sigh, eyes going out of focus as they made it inside, where he could finally, blissfully, take his contaminated appendage back to assess the damage.
Though it looked as normal as ever, there was no way to tell how far gone it was.
He didn't think any doctor could save it at his point.
A long, drawn-out sigh left his mouth, despondency falling off his body in waves as he surveyed the room boredly. There really was no good fun to be found in a place like this. Everyone just wanted to chat, gossip about everyone else, and dance with people they'd most likely avoid on the street.
He woke up from his daze when he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
Miles was looking down at him, annoyingly taller just like every alpha he encountered. His hand was on Luan's arm again, like it had any right to be there.
A smile adorned the man's face, knowing full well that Luan couldn't be cracking any more eggs in a place full of people with the power and tendency to abuse it on those that offended their attentions.
"What?" He asked, teeth grinding together as he spit out the words. His arms were tensed, eyebrows threatening to fall with the weight of homicidal tendencies as he met the man's gaze.
"When you're finally mine, you will be punished for your attitude, Luan. I suggest you tone it down if you want your ass to survive when I get my hands on it." Miles was doing that smile again, like Luan prey to be caught and tamed, before choosing which way it should be eaten. Suffice to say, it wasn't the kind of look an acquaintance of yesterday should be giving someone that had kicked them in the balls.
You'd think Miles wanted to preserve his bloodline, but he seemed bent on repeating his mistakes.
Luan wouldn't mind reminding the man where he stood, should he ever try to make good on those unlawful promises.
Disgusting creature.
He pulled his arm away, enjoying the look of annoyance that overtook Miles' face, both knowing he could do nothing to him in a room with this many people.
Though Luan never really smiled, he did have a penchant for smirks full of goading and provokement.
It was the only gift he'd ever give to Miles, and he gave it in abundance as he left toward the food section. Miles got caught up talking to some of the men he had business projects with, so Luan was thankfully free for a while. In a stuffy room full of people he couldn't stand, stuffing his face in a secluded corner as he watched them all mingle, as though they actually cared to interact with one another.
Dante Jin, the host of this pompous party, had yet to appear. After the interaction they'd shared this morning, Luan was hoping to keep it that way. He must be busy, running a city and all, being a crummy father, and just all that mysterious nonsense that he seemed to exude.
No need to notice the alpha-esque omega that sat in a dark corner, date a repulsive prick that had nothing better to do than make passes and stink up the place.
No need at all.