"Why do you have this?" Neo asked defensively when he recognized the box.
It was a recent order he made—injectable suppressants. For a working omega, it was the most important thing.
Neo always prided himself in keeping his pheromones on lockdown and never entering any slippery situation as an omega. This was because he was able to suppress his omega side with this injection.
Otherwise, Neo would have nothing to boast of.
"Why wouldn't I? Was I meant to allow it to reach your hands so you could destroy yourself?" Armin was reproachful.
Neo couldn't believe that he had to justify using suppressants. They were basic necessities. Why was he being scolded for them?
"What is it?" Bryce asked curiously, coming close to look at the box.
Just by reading the order label, he was immediately able to tell that it was suppressants. Somehow, his usual warm and cheerful eyes froze over.
"Why would Senior want suppressants?" Bryce asked, almost sounding betrayed.
