There was no way Miles Sherman would do anything in front of them.
Everyone knew it.
But their eyes, like their feet, were pinned to the spot.
And they could see with their own eyes that Miles Sherman was losing control.
He couldn't possibly remain indifferent after seeing them kiss Zoe Pierce one after another.
She was like a rose on a rainy day—beautifully bloomed, yet beaten by the wind and rain until she looked pitiful.
Zoe Pierce was not a weak-willed Omega. They knew better than anyone how much she could endure, better than anyone how brilliant her spiritual power was.
But after their kisses, she seemed to become a fragile, vulnerable Omega.
It was as if the slightest bit of force from them could crush her.
She only showed such vulnerability in front of them.
This would undoubtedly stir the baser thoughts in an Alpha's heart.
Their dry throats now felt as if they were stuffed with cotton, unable to speak, unable to make a sound.
