9 A Bloody First Meeting

The silence was suffocating. Freya felt like dreaming, and the urge to scream in frustration was astounding but she had to control her mouth. She didn't want the handsome men in this office looking at her after all.

It was already intimidating having these handsome men go on with their pheromones war, she did not want to have a staring contest with them too.

"So, Director Maine, what do you think my (poor) comrades have to do now?" The silence broke when the snickering Emperor spoke.

Troy, the Emperor's right-hand man, felt like the man he served was having troublesome thoughts once again. The Emperor usually deals with work seriously and formally but as soon as he was off of it, he turned to the man-child he was.

And Troy can tell that the Emperor is being a jerk-ass man-child by his twitching lips and schadenfreude-filled eyes.

"It's a good start for the gentlemen to meet their mate. But we do advise that they cohabitate under the surveillance of our Research Team. We do not mean to invade the privacy of the noblemen and the lady but we need to monitor any unusual reaction of Lady Freya to the continuous contact with the Dominant Alphas." Director Maine instinctively lowered his voice when he received the cooling gazes of the gentlemen once again.

Director Maine Ruch cried inside his heart. 'Why did I lose the game? Now, I have to deal with these big shots.'

"You're saying that not only do I need to share my mate's attention with these two annoying people, but I also need to live with them?" Richard boldly pointed at Collins and Rin.

"I can accept Morose and Alin's existence since they're my art buddies back in the academy, I can tolerate the others, but these two? No. I'd rather die." Richard shook his head in distaste. He dislikes Collins's aloofness and Rin's craziness.

Xenon, who was mainly quiet, spoke up. "Well, you don't need to bond with Lady Freya then." Less alpha, more attention given to him.

"Hmph. As if I like your mere existence." Rin snorted at the picky and arrogant Croan.

Collins just brushed his gaze to the blue-haired man and ignored him.

Emperor Brixain was suffering (from the dominating pheromones) yet also joyful (watching the unfolding drama) about this situation. The mere sight of the squabbling alphas brought back good memories(?) from back then.

"Speaking of bonding and cohabitation, shouldn't we need to get Lady Freya's opinion and consent first?" Drake raised a reasonable question.

"As expected from a romantic." Cleine nodded while putting his tanned hand under his chin. To be able to bond and live together with his mate, he needs her opinion first. A good impression matters. Forcing someone who you just met to live together and bond is never good behavior and manners!

While Cleine kept nodding to himself, Freya was starting to have cold sweat pooled on her back. 'Here comes my honorable mention!'

"The Lady's opinion and consent is indeed important, so why don't we ask her?" Director Maine hurriedly put the hot potato in Freya's hand.

"How? She's not even here." Alin muttered to himself, sketching his mate's appearance he had seen on the sketchpad in his hand. Morose, seated beside him, was silently watching him sketch.

'Is my presence that low?' Freya randomly thought upon hearing the handsome man's muttering.

'My appearance is too beautiful, to the point I can't help but fall in love with my reflection. So how can my presence be meager? But then again, I'm in this office full of 100/100 visuals.' Freya's nervousness vanished upon contemplating this important question and started to justify why the handsome men in the room didn't notice her presence.

Emperor Brixain grinned and the man's golden eyes caught Freya's attention, Suddenly, an ominous alarm sounded on her head.

'This damn Emperor-!'

"What are you talking about Alin Xin? I invited Lady Freya with a golden decree (which cannot be disregarded) to come here today." Emperor Brixain pretended to clear his throat and said those words like a mysterious sage.

"I am not seeing her anywhere." Collins rudely talked back to his monarch, but considering his Grand Marshal status, he can do so.

Brixain snickered at the young marshal's confidence. 'Not admitting defeat? Ehehehehe.'

"I'm disappointed, Grand Marshal. I'm so disappointed with the ten of you." Brixain dramatically shook his head. 'And you call yourselves Dominant Alphas?'

"How can you say that Lady Freya's not in attendance when she's sitting behind the ten of you ever since the meeting started?"

'Damn Emperor!' Freya internally screeched as hurried stares gathered in her seat. She froze like a statue with the increasing burdening stares. No matter how handsome the faces of the men present here are, their fierce stares intimidate Freya nonetheless.

'The last time I got this type of attention was when I applied to that black-hearted company of mine.' Freya thought as she cleared her throat.

"Ahm. Hello and good afternoon to all the prestigious noblemen here." Freya unhurriedly stood up and greeted the men before returning to being seated. Her face remained unchanging with a smile but she was already howling to her heart.

Smiling politely, Freya can feel her smile stiffening under the silent yet passionate stares.

'I beg someone! Someone to start talking!' Freya once again howled in her heart, trying to manifest so desperately in her heart. And as if the gods had heard of her desperation, the Emperor who started this mess began helping her.

"Look at all of you, you all look like predators ready to pounce on your prey. Stop scaring your mate like this." Brixain's words successfully made everyone move again.

Rin Waine stood up and started walking, making Freya freeze as the man was coming near her.

Rin Waine stood in front of his mate in silence, scrutinizing every detail of her face and figure. After a few minutes of looking, he found out that this woman was simply his ideal type!

Ignoring the increasing pressure of the pheromones around him, Rin Waine sat down beside his mate, successfully earning the hatred of the remaining nine men who were silently watching.

"Hello to you too, my mate~"

Freya felt her heart thump at the magnified handsome face in front of her. God, this man's face is so risque! From his seductive foxy eyes to his faded scars on the left side of his face!

100/100 visual! 100/100 wild aura! 100 points for the sexy body too! This type of man is exactly what Freya would imagine as the tanned flirty risque-looking handsome style!

Rin Waine grinned at the fascination on his mate's face. It was indeed a good move to release a seducing pheromone to her. Even if his mate cannot perceive pheromones using her gland, her nose is still functioning right.

Rin's grin became wider when he felt the intense jealousy the alphas in the room were permeating through their pheromones. 'Cowardly bastards. Instead of approaching her, the nine of you remained silent. What else do you all expect?'

Rin decided to provoke his rivals further. While his mate was still looking at him with a fascinated gaze, he gripped her jaw and kissed her red lips.

Freya was stunned, Emperor Brixain whistled, and Director Maine averted his eyes, looking at the ceiling and wishing Freya a strong heart and stable mental health.

Freya awkwardly froze after the kiss as her eyes widened at the tanned sexy man sitting beside her. She subconsciously licked her lower lip, and before she could blink, blood spluttered her cheeks.

The handsome tanned man was now being pulled away from her and being pummeled by the famous grand marshal.

Looking at the two men fighting and the others subsequently joining, Emperor Brixain almost clapped his hands. Such a bloody first meeting!