The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 198: Kick

Chapter 198: Kick

If Ramir thought that the two of them would be intimidated and scared by his identity and even mentioning Duke Merphen, then he was greatly mistaken. Arren and Rave didn’t even flinch or bat an eyelid at him after he spoke, and they were still standing on guard against them and not hiding their hostility.

Arren sneered again, arching his brow and mocking Ramir once more: "Who the fuck cares whose grandson you are? Are you really an alpha and you need to mention your grandpa to bully the weak, eh? How weak if that’s the case?" His voice was so loud that a lot of people in the room heard it; he didn’t tone down his voice in the slightest.

If this motherfucker wanted a mess, then he would gladly give him chaos.

"And just I thought Duke Merphen advocates equality among the second genders, even saying change on how to treat commoners, and yet his own grandson is like this? Seriously, it makes me wonder if his advocacy is only for public image, after all."

Arren continued, not holding back at all. He didn’t have a good impression of Duke Merphen, and now that his grandson was acting up, he would bring this old fox in the mess as well!

He even yelled his words to make sure the people paying attention to them could hear him clearly. As he expected, the discussions around them began to be ignited by his words since the customers were not only nobles there; their look at Ramir was different.

Ramir’s expression darkened even more and had now become ugly after Arren’s provocation, the same was true for the two sidekicks beside him.

"You..." he chuckled, but with obvious anger in his words, "see how I fuck you up later, omega!" Ramir yelled as he pointed at Arren’s face. The alpha had finally snapped and used his pheromones to intimidate Arren and Rave as he enveloped the two of them.

It was too damn vicious! If Arren and Rave were any other normal omega, they might have been greatly influenced by this, but Arren was a dominant omega while Rave was a recessive omega. However, they were still slightly affected as Arren frowned, scrunched his nose, and became uncomfortable.

Arren was about to shout again when Rave again made a move and slapped Ramir’s hand this time! There was now anger in his expression, and despite the mask on his face, his demeanor radiated that the omega was really furious this time.

Not only Ramir and the group were stunned, but even Arren was stunned by what Rave did! However, it was not for long either, as he was also furious at what that damn alpha did, pointing a finger at him as he supported Rave along.

"D-Did you just... slap me?" Ramir seemed not to have recovered yet before a mad expression filled his eyes as he shouted with extreme anger, "You fucking bitch really dare hurt me!"

He was shouting like a madman, and it satisfied Arren so much.

"You dared point your finger at my friend first." In contrast to him, Rave only calmly responded, which was his natural voice, but it usually had another effect of provocation as well, which sometimes Arren was irritated to hear.

"And who are you to call him a bitch?" Arren shouted as well; it triggered his anger issues as this man called Rave a bitch! Just how did he have a right to call anyone like that when he reacted like that when someone only slapped his hand and he called himself an alpha?

The man’s jaw clenched from anger, and suddenly he signaled again to his bodyguards: "Punish these two unruly omegas from touching a respected noble!" he exclaimed, and Arren knew this situation was really about to escalate, and he had no intention to back down either!

The bodyguards really did what Ramir told them and were about to seize them. However, Rave didn’t let them become close to Arren and fought back to the bodyguards and persisted before someone suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled Rave so quickly that he nearly stumbled and two men held him tightly.

The three alphas were only haughtily watching, and Ramir even mocked them with his two goons. Arren was already furious that they were teaming up on Rave, and obviously, even if Rave wasn’t saying anything and was only trying his best to escape their hold, he was already hurt by how tightly they held him!

"You fuckers, let go of him right now!" But before he could approach them and wish to help Rave, a hand tightly held his right arm and pulled him as he was pressed into someone’s body. The next thing was an even stronger pheromone that pervaded his nose and coiled around his body.

Arren was suffocated at once! This bastard really wanted to scent him, what the fuck? Did he not want his life anymore? If so, he wouldn’t care either if he wanted to die right now, but it was too disgusting how this pervert really tried to mark him with his pheromones and even provoke him!

A malicious chuckle sounded beside him: "Don’t fight it, omega!"

He frowned and became furious. "Fuck you! Let it go of me, asshole!" He tried to pull his hand away and get away from the alpha, but suddenly he was surrounded by the goons again, and Ramir tightly hugged him, knowing he would have a bruise later. His skin was sensitive and reddened easily.

"Heh, just wait, I’ll really fuck you later." Ramir didn’t let go of him and even leaned closer as he tried to remove Arren’s mask from his face, "Let’s see your lovely face."

Before he could do so, however, his hand was stopped, and the same was true of the one harassing Rave. Both of them raised their heads and looked at who interrupted their commotion; the men were wearing server and staff uniforms.

Arren noticed that the way they stood was different from normal servers or staff, as they were upright and confident; however, their dark expressions looking at Ramir made them stand out even more.

It was the eyes of not having respect, but as they glanced at Arren, they had apologetic expressions, and even more so... tinged with fear and anxiety. There was no doubt; they were part of his incognito bodyguards.

Just as he thought no one was there and his bodyguards were out for some inexplicable reason.

"What’s this? Even mere servers know how to disrespect us, nobles?" Ramir narrowed his eyes and spoke darkly, but even then the one holding him didn’t let go of his hand, which Arren seized as he escaped from Ramir’s hold.

Ramir was taken aback and about to catch Arren again, but the one holding him didn’t allow him to.

"It’s best to stop now, Young Master. I can tell you that you’re not ready for the consequences of your actions." The man spoke calmly, and even though he called Ramir ’Young Master," there was not an ounce of respect in his voice as he hurriedly added deeply, "We’re all not ready for the consequences."

Arren knew what he meant, but he didn’t think deeply. He immediately went to Rave’s rescue, even though someone was also helping him and confronting Ramir’s bodyguards.

He touched the omega’s hand and worriedly looked at him, "Are you alright?" He lowered his gaze and observed Rave while waiting for an answer.

"I should be the one asking that, Arren; you’re not hurt, are you?" the omega inquired darkly as he squinted his eyes at Arren, and it seemed if he said he was, he would get back at them quickly.

Arren was about to answer, but his attention was once again captured by RAmir, who was now furious again while he confronted Arren’s guards fiercely.

"Who the hell are you to tell me that? Know your place!" he haughtily exclaimed, "Fuck, can you useless idiots get these meddlesome servants out of my face?" He yelled his orders at his guards, which were obeyed immediately, but they locked again in the stalemate as the "servants" they were talking about obviously were not servants.

Ramir couldn’t notice it, but how could these elite guards that had military backgrounds not notice that the staff that was surrounding them were not ordinary and they would definitely be defeated if a clash really happened?

"Young Master, please come with us." The man holding Ramir spoke calmly again, and while he was asking, there was no room for refusal in his tone either.

"What? Why the fuck will I need to come with you?" he yelled.

The same was true with the two with him since they were already held tightly at the side.

Just as the royal guard was about to answer, Arren interjected between them.

"Wait!" He easily captured their attention with his shout. Ramir also stared at him with an obvious desire that made his emotions burn with anger.

"Ome—ugh... w-what the f–ugh..." Arren, who was already at his limit on what he could endure from this disgusting alpha, finally became violent!

He seized that opportunity and unleashed a good kick in Eamir’s stomach amidst the surprised gaze of everyone and Ramir’s painful groans that were already collapsed on the ground holding his stomach. Arren wasn’t satisfied and kicked him in the shin as well. The first was for Rave, while the latter was for scenting him earlier!

And no one could talk afterward for a few seconds about what they witnessed. And everyone had a common thought in mind: What an aggressive omega!

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