Chapter 3

As one of the twins spoke sweetly while leaning forward, Greyson let out a short laugh. While everyone was puzzled by his seemingly good mood, Greyson brought the glass to his lips and said.

"If my destined mate is there, I suppose there's nothing I can't do."

At those words, one showed a deflated expression while the other laughed in disbelief. But their greatest strength was their ability to quickly return to reality in any situation.

"Greyson's such a romantic."

When one quickly praised him with sweet words, the other man immediately chimed in from the side.

"It's really admirable how you believe in destiny and give it your all. Speaking of which, shall we release some pheromones?"

The most efficient way for an extreme Alpha to release pheromones was through sex. Of course, Greyson had no hesitation in using that method, and he used it frequently. He constantly searched for his 'destined mate' and because there was no shortage of 'partners', releasing accumulated pheromones was an incredibly easy and simple matter.

What these men wanted from Greyson, who was well aware of this fact, was obvious. One caressed his member while the other stroked his groin, leaning against him and looking up at him with excited faces. As if they couldn't wait to have it inside them.

"Ah, um... but, if you find that person, won't you stop playing around like this?"

The man who had been leaning in as if about to take Greyson's member into his mouth suddenly hesitated as if realizing something. When the sex toys sitting on either side looked up at him anxiously, Greyson smirked and said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Sex and love are separate things."

Besides, this was merely an act of releasing pheromones. For his survival.

There were many Alphas who had relationships with multiple Omegas at once. While others said Greyson was particularly promiscuous even among extreme Alphas, from Greyson's perspective, this was somewhat unfair.

He had only moved from one partner to another in search of his destiny. When he realized it was a mistake, he quickly ended the relationship and immediately moved on to the next partner, yet they called him promiscuous. Even an extreme Alpha is still human. Isn't trial and error something that can happen to anyone?

However, releasing pheromones was a different story. It was an unavoidable act based on one's traits, like taking preventive measures against illness.

The men sitting on either side of Greyson knew this way of thinking well. They also knew how trashy such thinking was, but they didn't bother saying it out loud. After all, their goal was sex, and if Greyson continued to live such a debauched life, it was actually better for them.

"Then, it's okay? Since that person isn't here now."

"Release pheromones with us."

The men clung to Greyson's body while adding comments from both sides. They seemed willing to accept any request Greyson might make for tonight. If he had said 'strip naked and crawl on all fours like dogs,' they would have thrown off their clothes without hesitation right there. They had no shame. Their minds were filled only with the pleasure Greyson would give them later. They already knew how wild he could be in bed from experience.

Give it to me, quickly.

Pheromones leaked out from their desperate desire. Their minds were filled only with thoughts of taking this man's formidable member right now. Greyson smiled as he looked down at the twins who were rubbing their thoroughly heated bodies against him. Until he leisurely finished his remaining drink, they believed. That after putting down that glass, he would pull their waists closer with those hands.

The pheromone scent that always lingered faintly around Greyson grew particularly strong. The twins' eyes soon lost focus and became hazy after deeply inhaling that scent. Greyson kissed them alternately as they panted and yearned. As he sweetly rubbed his tongue against theirs and mixed saliva, sweet pheromones spread from deep inside their mouths. Their stomachs tingled, and to the twins who were so excited they seemed about to throw off their clothes right there, Greyson whispered softly.

"Sorry, but I need to head back now."

"Huh...?"

At first, they didn't understand what they had heard. To the twins who just blinked with blank eyes, Greyson added with a bright face.

"Alex hates sleeping alone."

"Alex?"

"You mean that dog of yours? The Rottweiler?"

The twins asked alternately, seemingly finally grasping the situation. Though they struggled to maintain their consciousness that was growing hazy from the pheromones, Greyson stood up readily without concern.

"Wait, wait a minute, Greyson!"

One of the twins desperately shouted as he barely managed to grab the man who was about to leave.

"Where are you going? Weren't you going to sleep with us?"

A desperate voice came out even in their heated state. The other twin was looking up at Greyson with a face that seemed about to cry, his whole body trembling. Even seeing their pitiful faces, Greyson showed not a hint of sympathy, but rather frowned as if finding it ridiculous.

"Me? Why?"

Looking down at the pale twins, Greyson added in a rather gentle tone.

"I don't sleep with the same partner twice."

"Greyson!"

"Greyson Miller! No, don't go! Please!"

"Stop right there! You bastard, I'll kill you...!"

Though screams close to wailing echoed from behind, he left without even looking back. The twins left behind writhed in pain and sobbed due to the pheromones he had released, but there was nothing they could do.

To release pheromones when he wasn't even going to sleep with them, he must have done it purely for his own amusement. The bartenders thought as they watched the twins leaving the hall, practically falling into the waiters' arms. What a cruel man with absolutely no consideration for others.

Meanwhile, the twins who had been helped out of the hall by the staff suddenly changed their attitude.

"Let go, I said let go!"

The twins shouted, shaking off the staff. When the startled staff hesitantly removed their hands, they glared at one spot with eyes bloodshot from mixed excitement and anger, then moved urgently. The staff could only look at each other in bewilderment as they watched the two staggering and running in the direction Greyson had disappeared.

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That very Greyson Miller was actually walking down the corridor, humming a tune. Along with cynical thoughts about Omegas. He couldn't help but laugh seeing how they went into heat immediately with just a slight release of pheromones. While it was quite entertaining to watch them cry and beg to be taken, he had no intention of spending any more time with them. The twins were neither his destiny, nor worth being partners just for releasing pheromones since he'd already slept with them once. It would be a waste of time to sleep with the same partner again. Since it had only been two days since he'd released pheromones, there was no need for pointless effort.

Nevertheless, the reason he came to the pheromone party was the hope that he might meet his destiny here. Though this time too was a failure.

'Fire,' huh.

Greyson unconsciously frowned. Though he had dismissed the fortune teller's words as nonsense, he couldn't help but feel bothered by them.

"Tch."

The humming stopped as he clicked his tongue briefly. Suddenly, a terrible sense of tedium washed over him. He had spent almost his entire life searching for that damn 'destiny'. Clinging only to those words from back then.

<Someone like that will definitely appear for you too.>

The words spoken by the Omega who gave birth to him now felt like a curse binding him. While Greyson searched so desperately, ironically, those who had mocked him had found their 'destiny'.

Maybe such a thing doesn't exist for me.

Ha, just as he let out a short sigh and thrust both hands into his pants pockets, he felt an eerie sensation along with the sound of rapid footsteps approaching from behind.

"What..."

The moment he unconsciously turned his head, something struck it hard. Greyson, who had never experienced such a tremendous sound coming from his head in his life, belatedly felt the dull impact.