Chapter 74

Greyson opened his mouth but couldn't speak. At his reaction, as if he didn't understand at all and didn't know what to say, Dane became momentarily curious. Was that man's genuine reaction, or was it just a conditioned reflex from learning?

"Pharmaceutical companies need subjects for experiments, so they distribute drugs like that. When it's difficult for people to purchase drugs officially, or when they develop drugs with not-so-good purposes, they sell them secretly like that. But at a high price."

Dane spoke unusually much. Perhaps he was giving something in return since he had used Greyson's money. Greyson thought that was probably right.

"Not-so-good purposes?"

When Greyson belatedly asked, Dane answered smoothly this time as well.

"For example, turning Betas into Omegas or Alphas."

Greyson frowned again. Though he consistently showed an expression of not understanding, Dane seemed to have no intention of continuing this conversation and changed the subject.

"What are you going to do now?"

"What?"

As if lost in thought, Greyson hesitated and asked back. Dane answered in a casual tone.

"I've finished my business. I'm asking what you want to do now."

Greyson still stared at him with a frowning face. This bastard really doesn't know what dating is.

Despite having been completely seen through, Dane had no idea that Greyson was suspicious of him. Anyway, with his shallow knowledge, dating was just two people going around together.

In fact, Dane had never had a proper relationship before. Most were one-night stands, and even if he occasionally had meals or spent time together, the ultimate goal was always that, so in a sense, it was no different from foreplay.

And now this bastard mentions dating.

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. How could a psychopath be more romantic than himself, who had a normal brain? If Greyson had suggested having sex one more time, he wouldn't have been this confused.

Anyway, the person who wants something should say what they want. Since Darling needed to stay hospitalized longer, there was no particular need to go home early today, and after such intense sex until just the day before, he didn't feel like looking for another partner.

In fact, there was still a throbbing sensation deep in his body, making him feel quite uncomfortable inside. Though not to the extent that he couldn't move, he was pretending to be fine, but his plan was to go straight home and get a good rest after killing time with Greyson Miller.

What else could dating be if not killing time together?

Meanwhile, looking at Dane, who was standing with his arms crossed and his head tilted to one side, waiting for his words, Greyson suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

What am I doing here?

He had spent his entire life searching for a destiny worth committing to. Despite being convinced that Dane Striker was the one he had been looking for, solely based on the fact that he was an extreme Omega with large breasts, his belief was now greatly shaken.

It's true that he has large breasts and is an extreme Omega, but could it be that Dane Striker isn't actually my destiny...?

How long had he been making futile efforts, believing his destined partner had appeared? Almost a lifetime. But can he be certain now? Really?

Above all, apart from having large breasts, Dane Striker was far from his taste. The partners Greyson had believed to be his destiny until now were all gentle, soft, and above all, they worshipped Greyson.

What part of this does Dane Striker fulfill?

Rough beyond compare, throwing punches at the slightest provocation, living with the word "bothersome" on his lips... Greyson recalled the last unwelcome fact.

He looks down on me.

All things considered, there was absolutely no way Dane Striker could be Greyson's destiny. An uncultured man who doesn't even know what dating is, such a vulgar human who only looks for one-night stands—is this the destined partner I've been waiting for all my life?

The more he thought about it, the more his anger rose. Though he himself had lived a promiscuous life, he at least had an excuse. At the very least, Greyson had slept with partners he believed he loved. Even if that love was close to a fleeting moment, that's how it was at the time. Even if not, it was an unavoidable act to release pheromones. It was, so to speak, self-defense.

But what about this man? How can he be so promiscuous while sneering at the very idea of love?

On top of that, he boldly took a morning-after pill right in front of Greyson. Shouldn't he have at least consulted with me before taking it? He just takes it and informs me? This is no different from treating me like a dildo. And this bastard is my destiny?

Don't talk bullshit...!

Greyson ground his teeth. It felt like his eyes had suddenly opened after emerging from a world where they had been alone. He must have been out of his mind, soaked in Omega pheromones for a while. To think he was about to date such a man.

Though Dane's chest was a pity, when he truly found his destined partner, he or she would have an even more wonderful chest. Surely that chest couldn't be the best in the world. Though it was more excellent than any chest he had seen so far... he hadn't seen every chest in the world. Having thought that far, Greyson let go of his last lingering attachment.

"Damn, just wasted time again."

Just as he cursed out loud, loud music was heard, and simultaneously, a crowd of people gathered together came into view. He hesitated and shifted his gaze, soon understanding the reason. A parade was taking place. It seemed there was some kind of event.

"I love you, I love you! I love you all!"

"You're awesome! Look over here!"

"Blessings to all! Love to all!"

At the top of the carriage, a lavishly dressed woman was sprinkling flower petals, and below, trumpeters with long trumpets stood at each corner. Behind four horses moving slowly, a band played music, and people in various costumes followed.

On both sides of the road, many people who had been waiting for the parade cheered, sang along, and danced, moving their bodies. It was a scene of joy and fun for anyone to see.

Of course, Greyson was the exception.

"Just great, fuck..."

He cursed again. Nothing was going right. As he roughly tousled his hair, Dane, who had been watching the parade for a moment, turned to look at him.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going?"

"What?"

When Greyson unconsciously asked back, Dane answered in his still indifferent tone.

"You said you wanted to have a meal and do something. Try doing something, I don't care if we just stand here and then part ways."

See that? That bastard is looking down on me.

There's absolutely no way such a person could be his destiny. So he should laugh it off as a misunderstanding as always and part ways, but why wasn't it happening this time?

For some reason, Greyson kept feeling his anger rise. Why? Why?

"You..."

Just as Greyson was about to open his mouth.

Bang, kaboom, bang!

The ground shook with a loud noise. Startled people screamed and ran in all directions. Greyson and Dane were also surprised and looked in the direction of the sound. Gray smoke was rising from one direction. Among the fleeing people, someone shouted.

"It's a bomb, someone set off a bomb!"

"Terrorism, terrorism!"

The scene turned into chaos. People in panic screamed and scattered in all directions. Greyson immediately tried to take cover like everyone else. So he turned in the opposite direction from where the smoke was coming.

After running a few steps, he felt something strange. With a reluctant feeling, the moment he looked back, he had to stop running and stand still.

Beyond the frantically running people, one tall head was rapidly moving away. It was Dane Striker.

What...

Greyson stood blankly, watching his back. Like a scene from a movie, people rushed past him. In the middle of the clamoring street, Greyson stared at the back running in the opposite direction of the people and muttered to himself.

"What is that bastard doing..."