Chapter 2

Letting the fortune teller puzzled, Greyson took out his wallet from his jacket's inner pocket. After placing several hundred-dollar bills on the table, he asked one final question.

"Is there nothing else you can tell me?"

The fortune teller answered with what seemed like a practiced smile.

"That's all for today."

He had expected as much. This time too, it would probably be worthless. Thinking he had wasted his time again, Greyson left the shop without asking anything more.

After the imposingly tall man of over two meters disappeared, the fortune teller, now alone in the small space, drew a card from the deck. But the card she drew showed the image of a tower struck by lightning. Seeing it, she shook her head while letting out a trembling sigh.

"Something terrifying is about to happen..."

After muttering to herself, she hurriedly looked around. Somehow the air seemed to have grown chilly. The fortune teller quickly rubbed her arms where goosebumps had risen and jumped up from her seat. Just as a customer was entering the shop, she waved her hands and spoke rapidly.

"We're done for today, please leave."

"Uh... then tomorrow I'll come back..."

Though the confused customer stammered, the fortune teller immediately shook her head.

"Oh, no. There won't be a tomorrow either. I'm not doing business here anymore."

"What? Not doing business? No, wait. Just wait..."

After practically chasing away the surprised customer, the fortune teller began hastily packing her belongings.

Let's run away quickly, far far away.

As she was frantically clearing her space, a card flew from her hand and fell to the floor. As the fortune teller quickly bent down to pick up the card, she let out a "Heek!" scream.

This time the revealed card was 'The Devil'.

Holding the card with trembling hands, she kept muttering while staring at the image.

"This is ominous... very ominous."

As if to warn of the chilling future, lightning struck in the clear sky with perfect timing, followed by an ominous thunder.

Part 1 Here Comes The Dog

1

As always, as the night deepened, the space filled with the sound of clinking glasses, low background music, and the heated breaths spreading through the air. And at some point, people at the party began disappearing in pairs one by one. This was a natural result, given that the party was held for such a purpose. Extreme Alphas would develop brain abnormalities if they didn't regularly release their pheromones, leading to memory loss in minor cases, and brain damage or insanity in severe cases. Because of this, they frequently sought partners for sex, and it was common for them to take turns hosting parties for this shared purpose.

At this party too, gathered for releasing pheromones, Greyson sat at the bar table drinking drugged whiskey. As the ice melted, droplets formed around the edge of the glass, and his fingertips slowly caressed the glass. On either side of him sat twin Omega brothers showing obvious interest.

"Having to work every day is both pleasant and sad."

At Greyson's sighing words, the man sitting on the right blinked in confusion. The man drinking with them on the left spoke first with a friendly tone.

"What's this, Greyson? Don't tell me you've developed a desire for 'work'?"

Emphasizing the word 'work' while wiggling his index and middle fingers, the other man who had been watching carefully chimed in.

"No way, that's nonsense. You're not saying something as trivial as being tired of living off others, are you?"

"There's no way Greyson Miller would do that, right?"

The men sitting on either side of the bar exchanged words as they pleased while watching Greyson's reaction. Greyson let out a short laugh and said with exaggeration.

"What do you mean 'no way'? I'm not just living off others, you know. I do 'work' sometimes, that is."

It was somewhat true. There probably wasn't another extreme Alpha who had tried as many occupations as Greyson. Whenever he took a liking to someone, he would often imitate their profession. While he sometimes discovered considerable talent or aptitude in the process, it was more imitation than actually 'working' in the strict sense, so he had never really had a proper job.

The problem was that this diligence would vanish instantly when his feelings for the person cooled. Without the slightest consideration for others, Greyson would quit or disappear as he pleased, often leaving his former lovers to deal with criticism and hardship, having to take on his abandoned responsibilities while unable to contact him.

While his misdeeds were well-known, there were always new victims because among his many talents, he particularly excelled at 'acting in love'. Even those who had heard the rumors and were on guard couldn't resist for more than three days at most. Greyson would say exactly what they wanted to hear and give them whatever they desired, as if he could see right through their hearts. As if he would even give his life for them if it was truly for their sake.

Because of this, they usually thought 'this time must be sincere' or 'it will be different with me'. By the time they realized it was just an illusion, they had already been harshly abandoned.

<You weren't my destiny, goodbye.>

...Along with such joke-like parting words. That's why many whispered that 'Greyson Miller just enjoys pretending to be in love.' How else could someone turn so cold toward a lover they had supposedly loved so deeply? After all, emotions don't come with an on-off switch that can be freely controlled. But some said that Greyson did actually fall in love. It's just that the duration was extremely short.

Whether it was an illusion or truth, the result was the same. Greyson would make someone fall deeply for him and then leave as he pleased. Without any concern for how devastated the one left behind became. Literally because it was 'none of his business'.

"So who is it this time, found a new destiny?"

The man on the right asked with a laugh. In a mocking tone, as if talking about a pet dog trying to mate with another dog in the park. The man sitting on the other side touched Greyson's body and asked, not to be outdone.

"So, what kind of work is it this time? For a job suitable for Greyson, perhaps the service industry?"

He looked up at Greyson while blinking suggestively. As if not to lose to him who was subtly leaning in, the man sitting on the other side also caressed Greyson's thigh. More precisely, the thick member resting on it. Seeming to like the hand caressing him, Greyson smiled faintly. Though the hands stroking his arm and thigh were obviously suggestive to anyone watching, Greyson left them be as if it were natural and spoke.

"I'll have to look for it now."

At those words, one of the twins asked.

"How about a job wearing a uniform? That's sexy."

"Like a police officer?"

The other twin who immediately picked up the conversation stroked the thick member protruding over Greyson's thigh. How thrilling would it feel to have this inside? Such anticipation already made his lower parts twitch, and words to curry favor came out naturally.

"You've got such a big gun too."

Greyson snickered at those words.

"Should I, then?"

Though it was just a simple response, surprised exclamations burst out from both sides. Even the bartenders making ordered cocktails inside the bar looked at them with round eyes. Watching the bartenders hurriedly averting their gazes and returning to their work, Greyson answered leisurely.

"It's an honorable profession."

"Greyson as a police officer...?"

"Yes yes, that's cool, it suits you. I like police officers. They're sexy."

Unlike the startled man on one side, the man on the opposite side quickly flattered him. At this, the first man hurriedly made up words too.

"Of course it suits you. I just couldn't imagine Greyson doing that. Greyson, will you arrest me first? Officer, should I bend over the hood?"