Chapter 83

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The charity party was held at the same bar as always. People flocked to the place that they naturally gathered at whenever something happened.

"Greyson, welcome!"

Valentina, who spotted him at the entrance, waved her hand. Greyson raised one hand with a formal smile, but his eyes were searching for someone else.

After briefly glancing at the garlands hung here and there with words like 'Recovery,' 'Health,' 'Get Well Soon,' etc., befitting the remark that they had rented the place for a day, Greyson immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere. From those who already looked completely drunk to those who were having conversations while drinking carbonated beverages, not matching the atmosphere. He scanned each one, but that face was nowhere to be seen.

Could he not have come?

He had thought he would definitely come since he seemed quite close to Ezra, but perhaps Greyson's prediction was wrong. To begin with, would Dane Striker have anyone he sincerely opened his heart to? If someone were to bet on this topic, Greyson would bet that he wouldn't. The same would apply to Ezra. Dane might care to some extent, but it wouldn't be much different from how he treated other colleagues.

...The same would apply to me.

Greyson added bitterly, then immediately frowned. No, am I not below that?

A sudden unpleasant feeling arose, but he ignored it. Greyson was different from those guys. Anyway, he knew that Dane was an extreme Omega...

Though he doesn't seem to be trying to hide it.

Recalling how he had revealed his phenotype to another woman right in front of him, he quickly corrected his thoughts.

Anyway, I'm the only one who knows he's an extreme Omega.

Feeling somewhat more at ease, he continued to add to his thoughts. I'm the only one here who's slept with Dane...

<Among the women you've slept with, wouldn't there be women who've slept with Dane?>

"Damn it."

At Ezra's words that suddenly came to mind, Greyson cursed under his breath. No, but I'm still the only man. ...Probably.

I'm the only one who's used his back.

With the thought that immediately followed, his mind became peaceful again. Only then could Greyson observe the situation with some composure. To find out where Dane was, he first needed to join the conversation with the other guys. Inevitably, he moved toward where Ezra, the main character of this party, was.

"Miller, welcome. You're late."

Ezra, who was the first to spot Greyson, raised his hand in greeting. When Greyson stood across from him at the standing table he was at, Ezra finally smiled and spoke.

"I thought you weren't coming. Thanks for coming."

"Don't mention it."

At a normal party in such situations, one would typically say things like "Thanks for inviting me" or "You look good," just perfunctory words. But this case was different. After hesitating briefly at the content not in his options, Greyson soon smiled and said.

"I hope a lot of money is raised."

Everyone looked at him. Was that not right? Greyson thought inwardly, but it was too late to do anything about it. It's not like it mattered to him if he hurt their feelings. There was only one person important to Greyson.

"Am I the last to arrive?"

Greyson asked, demonstratively scanning the surroundings. DeAndre answered in a blunt tone.

"Find out for yourself. With this chaos, who knows who's come and who hasn't?"

"Everyone probably came."

Ezra hurriedly interrupted DeAndre's words.

"Thankfully, everyone agreed to help me and even created this gathering... They would have come, of course."

His smiling face was flushed with alcohol. A colleague standing next to him patted his back as if to encourage him. But DeAndre didn't stop there.

"What brings you to a place like this? Do you even know why this party is being held?"

"What's wrong, DeAndre?"

A flustered colleague tried to stop him, but DeAndre continued.

"You all know, extreme Alphas don't have emotions. So why did he come here? We all gathered to comfort and encourage Ezra, but does this bastard know that? No. He probably came looking for someone to sleep with and extract pheromones from, right? Hey, tell me. Am I right? I'm right, aren't I?"

"This guy must be drunk."

Someone tried to gloss over his words in embarrassment, but DeAndre didn't stop.

"While we're all suffering, this bastard just came to get laid."

"DeAndre, stop it."

Ezra, who couldn't bear to listen anymore, restrained him. At the stern gaze, DeAndre gulped down his beer, wiped his lips with his arm, and said.

"Ah, right. The other day, those bastards set off another bomb."

"Those bastards? Who?"

To another guy who asked in puzzlement, DeAndre deliberately looked at Greyson and said.

"You know, those guys who attack and try to kill extreme Alphas on sight."

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned chillingly cold.

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Loud music echoed from all directions. The bar was in complete chaos with sounds of laughter, chatter, and shouts all mixed together, but despite this, the place where Ezra, the main character of the party, was sitting was just frozen cold.

"DeAndre, what..."

Ezra tried to stop him, but DeAndre continued without stopping.

"I heard the extreme Alpha living in the mansion that was bombed this time lost a leg? Now he won't be able to do that anymore, right? No, maybe the Omega will ride on top? 'I need to extract pheromones, please extract pheromones for me.' Hehehe!"

"DeAndre!"

Another guy stepped in and called his name. But DeAndre snickered and gave a presumptuous warning toward Greyson.

"Those extreme Alpha bastards are said to be devils, and they're attacking to kill them all, so you be careful too. The Miller family is probably ranked at the very top."

"DeAndre!"

"They'll cut your throat like this."

He made a gesture of slitting his throat with his hand and laughed with an unpleasant "kihihi" sound. The guys standing around the same table urgently dragged DeAndre away and disappeared somewhere. Ezra, who had been watching their backs, apologized in bewilderment.

"DeAndre must be drunk, don't take it too badly."

"I don't care."

Greyson said indifferently and drank his beer. It was true. It didn't matter what anyone said. He was only looking for where Dane Striker was.

...Right there.

And the moment he finally found that man, he felt a chill as if someone had grabbed his heart with a cold hand.

"Miller?"

Ezra called his name. But Greyson had already walked away with large strides, leaving him behind. Occasionally pushing away drunk guys who blocked his path roughly.

Dane Striker was standing against a corner wall. More precisely, with one arm leaning against the wall, and the other arm wrapped around a woman's waist.

"I was disappointed that you just left last time."

The woman complained, blinking her long eyelashes. She was the very one who had made eyes at Dane at Greyson's welcome party. Dane smiled faintly and bit her earlobe with his lips.

"Sorry, I had circumstances that day."

"And today?"

She giggled and asked.

"I... finish in an hour, will you wait for me?"

"For such a beauty, I'd wait as long as it takes."

At the skilled playboy's line, she rolled her eyes but still smiled.

"I like that..."

She slowly stroked the long, thick penis rising over Dane's thigh with her palm and whispered, exhaling hot breath. Dane smiled and tilted his head. And just as their lips were about to touch.

"...?"

"Kyaah!"

Suddenly, someone grabbed Dane's shoulder with a strong force and pulled him. As a result, the woman who had been held by the waist was also dragged along and screamed.

"What the hell?"

Dane spat out irritably and looked at the man who had interrupted his work. The moment he discovered Greyson Miller, his face contorted. But Greyson's gaze was elsewhere. He froze cold as ice at the sight of the woman whom Dane was tightly embracing with both arms as if to protect her from sudden danger, and her nestled comfortably in Dane's arms as if it were the most natural thing.