Euihyun grumbled, wincing at the sting of disinfectant on his cut knuckles. "Tsk, idiot," he muttered, his frown deepening as you tended to his wounds. "Those old alphas were weak. I could have taken them on by myself, without your interference."

The alphas, who had dared to cross the line and make inappropriate advances towards Euihyun during his shift at the restaurant, deserved to be taught a lesson, and the young omega had done just that, humiliating them. But you had intervened to prevent him from sustaining serious injuries, leaving him feeling frustrated and angry.

"I'm not some weak omega, you know?" Euihyun insisted, his voice tinged with irritation. He despised being underestimated.