Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 177 He is homophobic!!

Charles remained rooted to the spot, words failing him as minutes stretched into a tense silence. As they continued to stare at each other, Charles suddenly seemed to have been given a physical jolt. He jumped back to his feet, realization dawning on him regarding how rude he had been.

Not only had he failed to invite the visitor in, but he had left him standing in the hallway, gawking at him as if he were an arrival from outer space. Embarrassment burned at his core.

"Pardon my mistake! Come on in already, make yourself at home," Charles stammered, ushering the man into the magnificent hotel suite.

Stepping inside, Angelo scanned the room. Seeing that the luxury was exactly to his taste, a grin spread across his face. This was perfect. Now, all that remained was to get lost in ecstasy—to forget the outside world, his father, and the looming responsibilities hanging over every corner of his life. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Damn, he wasn’t ready for any of those burdens yet.

Heading straight for the couch at the center of the expansive room, he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it carefully inside the wardrobe. Charles watched him, staring at the expensive fabric that screamed high taste and sophistication. He could only gasp internally. He couldn’t relate to such wealth; no matter how much money he received from Draven and Daniel, he couldn’t help but stick to thrift finds.

High-class people looked down on second-hand clothes, but Charles adored them—not just for the style, but because they were affordable. However, admitting that now might make him lose the interest of this striking man, so he decided to keep quiet and try to enjoy the night.

Angelo, feeling the constant weight of the gaze on him, smiled. The guy wasn’t bad. Although his outfit wasn’t to Angelo’s taste and his demeanor screamed middle-class, he was still impressed by the man’s looks.

"My name is Dante D’Arrezo..." Angelo lied. He decided not to reveal his true name; his family was too popular, and he couldn’t risk being outed.

Charles nodded at the name, surprised to hear it was Italian since the man didn’t quite fit his mental image of one. As he tried to introduce himself, he was suddenly hit by the man’s cologne. The scent was so intoxicating Charles felt like snatching him by the hands just to sniff him until the fragrance was gone.

It was soft, almost feminine—not the aggressive scent most men wore to prove their masculinity. And yet, despite the softness, the man before him was undeniably masculine.

Aww, so sweet, Charles thought. Based on the pheromones he could perceive, the stranger was obviously an Alpha; he carried that commanding aura in every movement.

"Charles McCall here..." he finally introduced himself.

"You are a beauty for an Alpha, aren’t you? I can’t quite make out your scent properly," Angelo noted.

Charles turned bright red. The question was too direct, and he wasn’t prepared with an answer. What was he supposed to say? He had to claim he was an Alpha. It wasn’t as if they would meet again, and in their world, Omega males still hadn’t been fully accepted. Daniel might be trying to change the system, but Charles didn’t see real change happening anytime soon. For now, he had to keep hiding and hope his secret never came to light.

"Of course! What do you think I am, an Omega?" Charles scoffed. He saw Angelo smiling, and for some reason, that made his heart prick. He had hoped this man might be different—that he might say Omegas were human, too. It wasn’t just about feeling threatened; he longed for the kind of validation that usually only existed in fantasies.

"Sit down, we can’t stand here all day," Angelo said. Charles nodded, awkwardly taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Was it a mistake to try and break his virginity this way? Did this guy even care about him? Of course not; they were strangers.

Angelo, done with the introductions, decided to get down to business. He hadn’t come here to find a friend; he came to find a release.

"So, what can you do to help me release my stress?" he asked bluntly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Flustered, Charles looked at him and made a face. "I don’t get you. What are you implying?"

Angelo blinked, stunned by the apparent cluelessness. Is he playing hard to get? he wondered, his eyes narrowing on the young man.

"I’m asking you to make me excited. Suck me off—must I say it raw before you understand?" Angelo snapped.

Charles stood up abruptly, nodding. Damn it! This wasn’t how he expected a "good night" to go. The man was talking to him as if he were nothing more than a slut.

"Sorry, young man, but talk to me with respect. You’re not referring to a whore. I am human, you know," Charles said firmly.

Angelo looked at him incredulously. Was he fucking serious?

Without waiting for a response, Charles made a move. He stepped closer, attempting to be as seductive as possible by swaying his hips in a way he thought looked alluring, though it came off as a bit ridiculous.

Watching intently, Angelo could almost laugh. Was this supposed to turn him on? He wasn’t feeling anything. Then, Charles leaned in unexpectedly, slamming his lips against Angelo’s.

Angelo froze. His mind went blank, his head spinning as he tried to interpret what had just happened.

Was he just kissed? A guy fucking kissed him.

Charles, oblivious to Angelo’s shock, thought the silence meant he liked it. He wanted to continue, to ravage those sweet lips that had just taken his first kiss. But as he tried to lean back in, Angelo violently pushed him aside, shoving him onto the bed. Charles’s back slammed hard against the wooden headboard.

"What is that?! What the hell did you just try to do?" Angelo demanded.

Charles felt his back ache, his bones rattling from the impact. Confusion clouded his mind. "I wanted to make you feel good, so I kissed you," he stated innocently. He didn’t notice that his words were only making Angelo angrier.

"Make me feel good by kissing me? Are you for real? Did I tell you I wanted to be kissed by your gay ass?" Angelo spat the words out.

Charles felt his head spinning. What did he miss? Wasn’t Angelo the one who came here for a hookup? Why was he acting like this and calling him "gay" as an insult? What did he think he was?

"Do you take me for a fool?" Charles stood up, moving closer. "Aren’t you the one who came here for a hookup? Why are you acting like you’re not one of us? Are you in denial? Still in the closet?"

He continued, his eyes burning with regret. "You don’t want your perfect family to disown you, is that it? But let me tell you the truth: no matter what you tell yourself, you’re still a cocksucker like me. Is that clear?"

As Charles reeled with regret, Angelo burned with a blind rage. Charles’s words echoed in his mind. All he could picture was his father dragging him down the road, screaming slurs, and disowning him. The image made him tremble. Without thinking, he advanced toward Charles with pure malice.

Seeing him coming, Charles began to shift back in fear. "What are you doing, Dante?"

Before he could say another word, a deadly slap cracked across his face, followed by another, sending him hurling against the nearby wall. With a look of pure distaste, Angelo hissed.

"I will never be like you."

He turned and walked out, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Charles, still processing the physical shock, held his stinging cheeks in horror. With eyes welling with tears, he began to cry out.

"Fuck you, Dante! Fuck you, Dante D’Arrezo! I hope you die on your way home!" he yelled in pain, his voice echoing in the empty, magnificent room.