Chapter 121

It was when he had thought that far. The corners of Greyson's mouth, who was blinking his half-open eyes, crumbled. Smiling broadly, he whispered.

"...Dane."

At the weak voice, Dane hesitated. What on earth was this...

"What happened? Didn't you go to a pheromone party?"

He was soaked in Omega pheromones. The scent permeating his entire body was something that couldn't exist unless he had been to a pheromone party. At Dane's question, Greyson giggled and answered.

"I did go."

To Dane, who was still frowning, he continued as if complaining.

"I was trying to extract pheromones with an injection, but that damn Steward wasn't there... So some staff or whatever came and gave me an injection, but fuck... they were terrible at it... the drug all leaked outside the vein... They were crying saying my arm might rot, crazy... why were they crying, it's my arm..."

Greyson giggled again. Dane looked down at him in bewilderment. What is this bastard saying...

He was clearly not in his right mind, intoxicated by the drug. It was a miracle he had returned safely. Thanks to his homing instinct, he had made it here, but had he collapsed before he could even enter his room?

Dane organized the situation in his own way, but questions remained.

"What do you mean by extracting pheromones with an injection when you went to a party?"

To him, who was asking without understanding, Greyson answered nonchalantly.

"It's using drugs to avoid having sex..."

"Why?"

Dane still couldn't understand. Why would he do such a thing when there was the most certain and easiest way to extract pheromones? After going all the way to a party.

"Why, you ask..."

To him, who was frowning deeply, Greyson answered brightly.

"How could I sleep with anyone but you?"

For a moment, Dane lost his words and just stared at him. The loud sound of rain continued between them. Meeting the dazed gaze looking at him, Greyson continued to confess.

"I thought I didn't even need to extract pheromones, but Papa would get angry if I didn't... I might... go crazy and... hurt you. That can't happen, right."

He was rambling on his own. It was unclear whether it was because of the rut or the side effects of the drug. What was certain was that Greyson was not in his right mind now. What should be done in this situation? Dane thought grimly. Though he was well-versed in all kinds of emergency treatments, there was not a single method he could use right now. What on earth did extreme Alphas do in this situation? In the first place, side effects of drugs on an extreme Alpha, wasn't that nonsense...!

Without knowing anything about Dane's confusion, Greyson rolled his hazy eyes and looked around.

"Strange, but why are you here...? I definitely went to a party...?"

He rambled incoherently and tilted his head. Was he trying to wake up from the drug? Seeing him confused, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, Dane couldn't decide how to react.

It was right then. In the brief moment of hesitation, Greyson's condition changed drastically.

"Ugh, uuugh."

"Greyson!"

Suddenly, he began to retch, twisting his body. Dane hurriedly grabbed him, but the seizure didn't stop. The rough breath that escaped from Greyson's mouth, who was violently shaking his body and inhaling several times, was repeatedly cut off. At this rate, his breathing might stop altogether. Something had to be done. Just as Dane was hurriedly trying to get up, Greyson unexpectedly grabbed Dane's arm.

"Wh-what?"

Dane, who had staggered greatly, turned around in surprise to see Greyson looking up at him.

"Where are you going?"

A very hoarse voice flowed through his panting breaths. Dane blinked and belatedly opened his mouth.

"Let go of this, I'll bring some water..."

"Don't go!"

Greyson immediately turned pale and shouted violently.

"Don't go, Dane. Please don't leave."

"Just a moment, let go for a bit. I'll come back, I'll be right back..."

Dane tried to remove his hand, but the more he did, the more Greyson gripped his arm with unbelievable strength. Soon after, Greyson screamed desperately.

"I was wrong!"

Dane, who had been trying to forcibly detach Greyson, stopped in his tracks. Greyson, still with a pale face, looked at him and continued desperately.

"I won't ask, I won't ask you anything... I won't be curious about anything. I don't need to know forever, I don't care if you don't tell me."

"Miller."

"Please, Dane. Please."

Greyson's voice shook violently. He held Dane's arm with all his might and cried out earnestly.

"So please don't abandon me...!"

Dane didn't say anything. He just looked at the grown man begging him.

Ah.

The sweet pheromone scent filled the surroundings. It wasn't just Greyson whose brain had melted. Dane let out a slow sigh. Greyson's widely opened pupils were filled with Dane's face. As if he might cry, or laugh, or get angry, or be dumbfounded.

Dane was looking at him with a complex expression that Greyson couldn't possibly understand.

And.

"...Huh?"

Dane suddenly reached out and grabbed Greyson's collar. In the moment of carelessness, Greyson was dragged along, and Dane immediately overlapped his lips with Greyson's. Surprised, Greyson's eyes widened.

What is this? Am I still dreaming?

It was unbelievable, but the sensation touching his lips was real. That wasn't all. Dane unhesitatingly opened Greyson's lips with his tongue and stirred inside. The thick flesh that wrapped around and rubbed his tongue, which had been in a daze, snapped him back to his senses.

It was real. Dane was really kissing Greyson. Really, so surprisingly.

The sensation of the tongue licking the inside of his cheek automatically made his lower body tense. Why? How? Why would Dane, to me...?

Though his mind was filled with question marks, his body was faithful to instinct. Greyson left his confused brain as it was, closed his eyes, and focused on the kiss with Dane. Sweet saliva mixed in his mouth. He urgently embraced Dane's waist with one arm and grabbed his chest with the other hand. My goodness, even though Greyson's hand was fully grasping him, Dane didn't push him away. Rather, as if it didn't matter, he continued the kiss.

It's a dream.

Greyson was certain. Such a thing couldn't happen in reality. Because, because...

"What's wrong?"

Dane, who had separated his lips, asked in a low voice. Perhaps as an aftereffect of the persistent kiss, his breath was also rough. Greyson looked at him and opened his mouth.

"This is a dream, right?"

"What?"

To Dane, who frowned, Greyson answered self-deprecatingly.

"There's no way you would be this affectionate to me. Yes, this is definitely a dream."

He smiled, pulling up the corners of his mouth.

"You weren't even speaking to me."

Dane was silent for a moment. A sigh flowed from his mouth as he pressed his forehead with one hand and looked at the ceiling.

"Ha..."

For a while, he didn't move. Many thoughts came and went in his mind, but it was truly just 'for a while.' He never looked back or hesitated on decisions he had already made. It was the same at this moment.

"Ugh!"

When Dane suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted him up, Greyson let out a short scream. Dane then dragged him and threw him onto the bed. As the large body rippled on the bed, Dane immediately followed, grabbed the back of his shirt, pulled it up, and threw it off. Straddling Greyson, who had his eyes wide open, Dane unbuckled his pants and said.

"Let's do it, sex."

"...Wh-what?"

To Greyson, who was so flustered he couldn't even react properly, Dane declared.

"I'll help you extract pheromones."

And before Greyson could even grasp the situation, he first grabbed his hand and brought it to his own chest.

"Here, touch as much as you want."

At that moment, Greyson's heart rate surpassed 200.