clarification from ZIG on the topic of INCEST among the brothers that's been misunderstood. I hope this spreads bc author's surprised yall are spreading misinfo https://www.mangago.me/home/mangatopic/22846836/
ch18 NOVEL VERSION
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"It's nothing much, I just have someone I want to teach a lesson to."
"How?"
As Joshua had expected, Dane didn't ask "why." Since the only being Dane cared about was the cat he was raising, he wouldn't be curious about the reason. If the welfare of his cat hadn't been offered as compensation, he would have refused without even considering it. Joshua thought this and opened his mouth.
"We'll take care of that part. You just need to help kidnap that bastard."
"Kidnap."
To Dane, who slowly recited the word as if savoring it, Joshua continued his explanation with a "yes."
"He's not an ordinary guy, so I don't think I can do it alone, and you won't tell anyone about it either."
Most people would have been very flustered by his calm voice, as if he were saying "Let's go fishing today." But Dane's reaction was just a "hmm," a strange sound he made. Joshua knew Dane was that kind of man, which was why he thought of bringing him into this.
"Even if there's a problem, I'll make sure you're not harmed. Don't worry about your cat either. I'll get you an expensive lawyer and make sure you're released without any charges in less than a day."
If someone else around him had said such things, he would have cursed them to stop talking nonsense. But Joshua wasn't a man who spoke idly, and above all, he had a partner who could make it possible. A top actor with money to burn, and the father of his children.
"So, who is it?"
Dane asked as if annoyed. In a country where money can save even dying people, merely helping with a kidnapping a little wouldn't even be considered a crime. As if he had expected this, Joshua answered with a faint smile.
"Chase's brother."
Who?
Chase was Joshua's partner, a man and an actor who commanded an enormous fee. If it was his brother... how many siblings did Chase Miller have? As Dane searched his memory, Joshua added.
"Greyson Miller."
Dane hesitated for a moment. He belatedly realized that Chase and Greyson shared the same surname, Miller.
"...Greyson Miller?"
"Yes."
Even after checking again, the same name came back. Wait, Miller is a common name. He couldn't be certain that Greyson Miller was definitely Chase Miller's brother.
But if it's Greyson Miller, the brother of Chase who is an extreme Alpha, there would only be one in the world.
At the inevitable conclusion, Dane groaned "ugh," but Joshua, who apparently hadn't heard the sound, continued.
"I'll make sure you're not harmed. We won't drag it out either. I'll take care of sending him back, so don't worry..."
Joshua's voice continued, but less than half of it reached Dane's ears. After a while with no response, Joshua finally asked curiously.
"Dane? Are you listening?"
"...Yes, no."
After giving an ambiguous answer, Dane soon frowned.
"Are you serious?”
It was too late to ask now, but he couldn't help it. Joshua had the same thought but answered readily.
– Of course. Would I call you suddenly like this just to make a silly joke?
That's true. Dane reluctantly agreed while making a face.
"Are you crazy?"
Joshua burst into laughter on the other end. The refreshing laughter would have made listeners feel an irresistible temptation, but unfortunately, it didn't work on Dane. To Dane, who was still frowning, Joshua spoke with laughter still in his voice.
– I'd like to say I'm in my right mind, but well, you might be right.
Dane didn't say anything to the ambiguous joke that came back. The proposal to get rid of someone who was obviously going to be trouble was too tempting. With Joshua, the handling would be clean, and he wasn't the type to rush in recklessly without thinking of the consequences, so there wouldn't be any dangerous situations. He had promised that Dane wouldn't be harmed, and the compensation was certain. It was an offer with nothing but benefits, not losses.
The problem was that guy.
The biggest obstacle was that the target was Greyson Miller. Though their relationship was so distant that he could hardly say he knew him, Dane instinctively felt it. It was best to avoid getting entangled with that bastard as much as possible. Greyson was clearly the annoying type who would pursue and take revenge until death if even the slightest grudge formed. He didn't know why Chase Miller would want to do this to his brother, but anyway, Greyson Miller wouldn't take it lying down. His head was already aching because of that bastard, and now to get entangled like this again?
"No, I won't do it."
– What?
Despite Joshua's surprised voice, Dane didn't waver.
"I'm not interested. Don't worry, I'll pretend I never heard about this."
The debt for Joshua saving his life had been repaid long ago. Dane recalled how fortunate that was. If he had been asked to repay that debt now, he certainly wouldn't have been able to refuse.
Josh must be deeply regretting having used that one chance so carelessly.
– Dane, think about it once more.
"No, I'm good. I'm out."
As expected, Joshua didn't give up and tried to persuade him again, but Dane immediately backed off.
"Let the Miller family resolve Miller family issues. I don't want to get involved."
At the firm rejection, Joshua was silent for a moment as if contemplating. Well, it couldn't have been easy to make such a proposal. Dane thought. He must have carefully chosen his helper, only to be immediately rejected, which must be awkward.
But that doesn't mean I have any reason to get involved in this.
Fortunately, the contemplation time wasn't very long. After seeming to consider various words to persuade Dane, he eventually appeared to give up, let out a short sigh, and opened his mouth.
– Alright. Take care, Dane.
"You too."
After a brief farewell, Dane hung up the phone. Losing Darling's health checkup was quite bitter, but it couldn't be helped. Well done, getting involved in such things would surely only bring trouble.
<Abuse? Me? Being abused?>
Suddenly, the past memory came to mind. Along with Greyson Miller's face, which seemed genuinely unable to understand.
Dane remained motionless for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he tilted his head back and let out a short sigh, then moved with his usual large strides as if nothing had happened.
It was already past 1 AM. Bedtime had long passed. He put the beer he was about to drink back in the refrigerator and headed to the bedroom, with Darling following, circling around his legs.
A year will pass quickly, so it's fine.
Thinking that, he lay down on the bed with the cat in his arms. The cat in his embrace purred and burrowed in. Feeling the warm body temperature, Dane fell asleep before long.
Yeah, it wasn't an absolutely necessary act.
Greyson thought as he drove his car home. It hasn't been long enough for pheromones to build up. I can just skip a few months.
He realized for the first time that having sex when there was such a lack of interest was torture. He recalled Keith from long ago, who had said, "I'm sick of sex." Keith, who had said he only did it because he would go crazy or suffer brain damage if pheromones built up, was already married with two children.
Moreover, despite his promiscuous life before marriage, he was now meticulously maintaining trust and faith in his partner. At first, everyone had said he would stop eventually, but as it continued unchanged for 1, 2, several years, the talk gradually changed, and now they were saying, what kind of partner does that man have that he's still so deeply in love after several years, unable to come to his senses?
But Greyson thought differently. The reason 'that' promiscuous Keith Pitman had demurely transformed as if he had never been that way was clearly because his partner, Yeonwoo, was his one and only destiny in life. Keith had always mocked Greyson for believing in destiny, but in reality, he had practically demonstrated it himself. And now Keith would probably admit that his previously promiscuous private life had been wandering only to meet Yeonwoo. Despite having mocked Greyson like that.
He was already saying he had sex out of a sense of duty before, so now he must be very comfortable not having to forcibly attend pheromone parties.
He sarcastically increased his speed. He suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten the fact that he had become a firefighter to find his destined someone.
<You impotent bastard!>
Suddenly, Frankie's shout came back to life. He frowned and looked down at one of his thighs. As expected, it remained quiet. The idea that he had become impotent was nonsense. After all, he had slept with women without any problems just a few weeks ago.
"Damn it."
He cursed and hit the steering wheel. It's probably just a slump. Greyson tried to think lightly and move on. It was just a minor happening. Once he found his partner, Greyson, like Keith, would stop this meaningless excretion, and everything would return to normal.
He thought.
Yes, just as soon as I find them.
While making the pessimistic prediction that perhaps this thing wouldn't respond until he found that partner.
***
...was that bullshit?
Greyson blankly stared at the back of the man who was climbing a ladder to place a birdhouse.
"Hey, Dane! Wait, I think it needs to go more to the right?"
Ezra, who was standing a few steps away from Greyson, shouted. Dane clicked his tongue briefly and moved the birdhouse to the right.
"Is this good?"
"More, more!"
When Ezra shouted, Dane grumbled softly but moved the birdhouse further to the right as instructed.
"Good, that's it!"
When Ezra said this, another guy approached and muttered while stroking his chin.
"Didn't it go too far?"
"Shh, be quiet. Dane might throw that birdhouse at your head."
Ignoring the whispered voices, Greyson watched Dane. The handsome man with red hair was wearing a firefighter t-shirt and uniform pants, fixing the birdhouse to the tree.
Each time he moved his arms, his shirt, pressed by the suspenders, pulled, revealing the muscles of his back. Each time, Greyson unconsciously held his breath. Below the broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was wearing those damn loose uniform pants, which, due to their nature, required suspenders to prevent them from falling down. Thanks to this, the firmly secured pants were so baggy that no lines could be seen at all, yet Greyson kept letting his gaze wander to his buttocks.
"Unbelievable."
Greyson muttered softly. Here I am standing here, absurdly staring at a man's back.
"Hey, Miller."
Ezra, who had been watching Dane from the side, turned to Greyson unconsciously and was startled. His gaze was fixed on one of Greyson's thighs. Greyson knew it too. Because he could feel it by the weight, without having to check with his eyes.
Damn, am I getting an erection right now?
"Uh, well, I don't think I'm seeing wrong..."
Ezra continued to try to say something. Damn it, shut that mouth! Greyson wanted to shout, but he was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even sigh. Getting excited looking at the back of a man wearing that baggy uniform. Yesterday, he had no reaction at all while holding a half-naked Omega covered in pheromones, and now, could this damn Virginia be going crazy?
Absurdly, he often called his penis Virginia. Despite being so worn out, how dare it, not knowing its place.
If others knew, they would treat Greyson like a madman, but of course, he didn't care about that at all. Because right now, his Virginia was swelling up, crying out in pain.
Thud, the dull sound of the hammer hitting again felt as if it had struck Virginia. With that, it had now expanded to its limit. Imagining the buttocks hidden inside the baggy uniform, he could no longer endure.
Greyson hurriedly left his spot and almost ran to the bathroom. Damn it, he couldn't even run because of his aroused Virginia. Barely making it to a private stall in the bathroom with that heavy thing, he immediately lowered his pants zipper and took out his penis. As if it had been waiting, the thing that raised its head was already wet at the tip.
"Fuck."
Greyson cursed as he quickly stroked his penis. The sensation of it filling his large hand showed that ejaculation wasn't far off.
"Ha, haa, ha."
Along with his rapid breathing, he repeatedly moved his hand busily. Veins bulged on the thick shaft. As he rubbed it repeatedly, one imagination filled his mind. He wanted to tear off the suspenders, pull down the pants, and directly see the buttocks inside. Would they be soft? Firm? What about the hole inside? Could this fit in? Since that guy was a Beta, he wouldn't get wet. What if he applied gel and rubbed the hole? No, that wouldn't do. He should melt it by licking with his tongue. Lick deep inside, and then push this into the gaping hole all at once...
"Haaaa..."
With a long moan, splat, semen shot out. In a dazed state, Greyson habitually stroked his penis to expel the remaining semen several times.
And it was a few minutes later when he realized that he had masturbated and even ejaculated to the thought of Dane Striker's buttocks, which he hadn't even seen directly, but merely imagined.
***
Does this make any sense?
Greyson glared at Dane with a serious face, arms crossed. Dane, sitting in a chair some distance away, was checking his personal equipment and chatting with other guys.
"So yesterday my daughter..."
"The new bike I bought..."
"My grandfather told me that day..."
The conversations continued haphazardly, but Dane only responded occasionally without saying much. Come to think of it, he seemed to be the type who didn't talk much overall. Would he have as many secrets?
Greyson, leaning against the wall, stared at him and chewed over the thought he had already recalled several times. Me doing that because of that bastard.
"...Ha, damn it."
He cursed softly. He couldn't believe it at all. That thing, which had no reaction the day before, suddenly, and for a man who was just hammering nails into a tree, moreover Dane Striker's, and even more his back view, had become erect, and then in the bathroom, furthermore imagining the buttocks hidden in those baggy pants, shockingly, alone, he had even ejaculated.
He couldn't help but be horrified at each word, each phrase. Me? This Greyson Miller? Looking at what part of that bastard? Why? And out of nowhere?
Unable to contain his bewilderment, he rubbed his face with one hand. All of this was just confusing. He couldn't understand why this was happening. Dane Striker was a completely different type from the partners Greyson had known, or played with, until now. He had never been interested in that type before, so why was this happening?
Yesterday he couldn't get an erection, and now he was absurdly excited and even ejaculated. There was only one answer to this incomprehensible situation.
Am I really going crazy because of pheromones? Like my father?
What? Who? Naomi Parker?"
"Fuck, move, get your head out of the way! Where? Where is she?"
"Damn, she's killing it! That's insane, is that even human?"
"Naomi, Naomi!"
"Naomi! I love you!"
Naomi smiled and waved at the cheers of the firefighters who had rushed down, competing to be first. With that, the cheers doubled.
Wilkins, deliberately ignoring the unseemly behavior of his subordinates, approached her and greeted her first.
"Hello, Ms. Parker. What brings you here? Is there a filming scheduled?"
Though he hadn't received any prior official request for cooperation, he was ready to gladly accommodate if Naomi asked. Of course, the chief's opinion might differ, but wouldn't it be possible to persuade him anyway? After all, it was none other than Naomi Parker, the acclaimed actress who had won an Academy Award for Best Actress.
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed elegantly, "Hoho."
"No, nothing like that. I came to see a friend, but I'm not sure if I'm being a bother."
"A friend?"
"A friend? In our station?"
"Who? Who is it?"
"Is it you? No way, is it you?"
"Is it me? Really me?"
"I'm Naomi's friend from today!"
"What? Then I'm from yesterday!"
"I've been since birth!"
Men shouted nonsense from all around, causing an uproar. As if accustomed to such commotion, Naomi didn't lose her smile and nodded toward Wilkins.
"Yes, I'm not sure if it's okay since he hasn't been working here for long..."
"Please tell us. We'll find him for you."
While readily answering, Wilkins hurriedly recalled the faces of the employees in his mind. If it was an employee who hadn't been working for long, it could be a temporary worker or an assistant firefighter...
As he was diligently searching his memory, Naomi said with a bright smile.
"Thank you, then could you call Greyson Miller for me?"
At those words, the voices chanting Naomi's name from all around hesitated and subsided. Wilkins also blinked in surprise and stammered.
"Wh-who... who did you say? Miller?"
When Wilkins asked for confirmation at the unexpected name, Naomi nodded and answered.
"Yes, that's right. Greyson Miller. He's here, isn't he?"
"Ah, yes. Th-that's right. Greyson Miller, he's here."
Quite flustered, Wilkins repeated Naomi's words and even stammered. He fumbled and hurriedly looked back.
"Hey, you. Find Miller, quickly!"
"Uh, ah, yes. Understood."
The man ran off as soon as he answered. When he returned a moment later, he wasn't alone.
"Naomi?"
Turning at the voice from behind, Naomi discovered Greyson Miller standing a few steps away, looking at her, and immediately approached him with a broad smile.
"Greyson, my love."
"What? What love?"
"My love?"
All the men watching opened their mouths wide in shock. But Greyson casually opened his arms, lightly embraced Naomi, made a gesture of brushing his cheek against hers, and said.
"Welcome. It would have been nice if you had contacted me in advance."
At Greyson's words, Naomi raised the corners of her mouth refreshingly.
"I wanted to surprise you. It suits you well? Being a firefighter must be your calling."
Naomi said after detaching herself and looking Greyson up and down once. Greyson smiled as always.
"Is that so, thank you."
"Shall we have some coffee together? What do you think?"
Wow, thanks for this!!!
Is this all from the same chapter in the novel?
no, 3 chapters I think
Just realized after reading ch17 that not many stories try to explain such conditions and disorders.
They almost always used them only as a tragic sob story of a toxic ml to redeem them, which is disgusting.
Hopefully the adaptation stays true to the novel.
One of his conditions was now explained. Good thing they did it quite well.
ch17 NOVEL version
That bastard.
In the car returning to the fire station, Greyson's insides began to boil little by little. What the hell was that look? What was he thinking when he looked at me? Why?
It was the first time he had seen such an expression. He couldn't understand what it meant at all. He let out an irritated groan, "Ungh."
From a time long ago that he couldn't even remember, Greyson Miller had difficulty distinguishing people's expressions. Perhaps there had been a defect in his brain since birth. To his son, who struggled because he couldn't read emotions, unable to tell whether someone was smiling or angry, his father, Ashley Miller, suggested one method.
<Learn to read emotions.>
After that, famous teachers specializing in acting and psychology regularly visited the mansion to teach him cold reading. At first, it started simply with "corners of the mouth up means smiling, down means sad," and later he memorized everything one by one, even down to how the movement of a single finger revealed inner feelings.
The fortunate thing was that Greyson had an outstanding talent for cold reading. He absorbed everything he was taught like a sponge, and at a rapid pace, he went beyond understanding the other person's mind to even discerning what they wanted with just a glance.
Conversely, he was also excellent at using his knowledge to imitate the emotions that others might feel in the same situation and "pretend." Thanks to this, he perfectly created the image of himself that others wanted, using what he had read. To someone who didn't know about his innate defect and acquired effort, it was convincing enough to be completely fooled. The teacher who taught acting recognized his talent and seriously recommended it.
<Have you thought about pursuing this path? I'll talk to Mr. Miller, you definitely have talent! How wonderful would it be to stand on the red carpet with Chase? Hmm?>
The teacher was very sincere, but Greyson declined. Because he clearly knew his limitations.
He was only "imitating" after all. Because of this, he couldn't perform the deep, internal acting like his brother Chase Miller, who was counted among the top actors and recognized for his superior acting skills. In fact, even when watching movies featuring Chase, Greyson only watched with a feeling close to learning, thinking "so in such situations, one expresses oneself like that," and had never been impressed by the acting. Because the emotions didn't resonate with him. Though he could know through learning whether someone was crying, wailing, or laughing, he couldn't understand "why."
Above all, these cases of "acting" and adapting to others were exclusively limited to those he judged as his "destiny." He exerted his full effort, displaying more than 120 percent of what he had learned, and because of that, they, regardless of gender, fell deeply for Greyson. The problem was that he was also merciless when abandoning them.
Anyway, for that reason, Greyson Miller had never failed until now. Even if they initially avoided him or had negative feelings toward him, after giving expensive gifts and saying a few plausible words, they would pretend to give in and fall for him. Conversely, those who disliked him hated him terribly. A being who received both unconditional love and intense hatred, that was Greyson Miller.
Of course, all those reactions were merely amusing to him. In the end, whether they hated or loved, the fact that they couldn't endure his existence was the same. Because love and hate are one.
So until now, he had lived looking down on all people in the world.
What the hell does that expression mean?
He was dying of curiosity. Greyson had learned all the emotional expressions in the world and had perfectly acquired them. But this was the first time he couldn't understand such an expression.
He needed to know what it was.
Greyson even felt anxious. There should be no emotion he didn't know. He needed to know what it meant, even if he had to strangle Dane Striker. Right now.
Greyson sat on the locker room bench, irritably glaring at one side. The other guys had already finished showering and left. Except for Greyson and one other person.
Dane Striker.
Luckily, Greyson had found out that Dane had gone to receive treatment from a paramedic. And he hadn't appeared until now. Greyson could wait as long as needed. Time was something he had in abundance.
He was determined to hear what that expression meant. Greyson was resolved to wait for the door to open. But then.
At the faint sound of water, Greyson hesitated and turned his head. As he waited quietly, holding his breath, his ears that had detected the sound perked up.
Someone was in the shower room.
His hesitation lasted only 1 or 2 seconds. Soon he understood the situation. That damn Dane Striker had gone straight to the shower room. Naturally, Greyson headed to the shower room. As he walked quickly, almost running with large strides, the questions he had been thinking about continuously sprang up endlessly in his mind. Ten steps, five steps, one step.
Finally, as he flung open the door to the shower room, the sound of pouring water immediately struck his ears. In the shower room with empty stalls, the only stall with hot steam rising was the farthest one from the entrance.
Greyson glared at that stall with his arms crossed. Beyond the one-sided swing door that was only long enough to cover from chest to thigh, Dane Striker was washing his body. Greyson waited patiently. Until he finished washing his damn body and came out.
Infuriatingly, Dane took a long time to shower. Long enough to make Greyson suspect that he knew Greyson was waiting and was doing it on purpose.
He rubbed the provided shampoo in his hands until it foamed and then scrubbed his head for a long time, and after finishing washing his hair, he began to scrub his entire body. Greyson was so irritated that he checked his wristwatch several times. He wanted to fling open that ridiculous swing door and drag him out by the collar, but unfortunately, Dane was naked.
Since there was no collar to grab, should he grab his neck instead? Just as he was seriously considering this, as if sensing his thoughts, Dane turned off the faucet.
Greyson finally straightened his body, which had been leaning against the door at an angle, and watched him come out. Dane grabbed the top of the swing door, fitting for his tall height, and opened it. First, his long legs appeared, then his firm thighs, followed by his entire body. Thinking he was alone, he made no attempt to cover himself, and Greyson was watching all of Dane Striker as he turned around with his naked body fully exposed.
"You, what was that earlier..."
The moment he had been waiting for had finally come. Greyson opened his mouth to speak the words he had gathered in his mind. And then he froze right there.
Dane walked across the shower room floor with wet footsteps, brushing back his wet hair. Until he raised his head with a tired sigh, he hadn't noticed the presence of another person at all. And then he made eye contact with Greyson Miller, who had been waiting until then, while completely defenseless. Immediately, Dane's brow furrowed.
"What is this?"
To Dane, who blurted out exactly what he was thinking, Greyson's mouth opened and closed again. Dane waited with furrowed brows for what seemed like an attempt to say something. But Greyson couldn't continue speaking. His eyes were fixed on Dane's chest, unable to move.
Part 4
In the silence, only the sound of water droplets falling from the shower head echoed regularly with a drip, drip. Greyson stared intently at Dane's chest, lost in a trance without even blinking.
Had he ever seen such a perfect chest before?
The appropriately full flesh completely filled the chest space without any gaps. The pink nipples were attached in just the right size, and the small areolas also formed perfect circles. The chest, temptingly hanging above the abdominal muscles with a perfect six-pack, was enough to make one's mouth water just by looking at it. That such a beautiful and attractive chest existed.
Greyson rubbed his eyes with his arms and blinked several times. Still, it was there. Such a perfect chest.
Greyson's stomach boiled and his lower body hardened. He blinked blankly. The words he had been about to say simply evaporated, and only Dane's chest remained in his mind.
Such a perfect chest.
Meanwhile, Dane felt uncomfortable seeing Greyson just standing there with his head down, saying nothing. At any other time, he would have ignored him and walked away, thinking he wasn't even worth laughing at, but he couldn't do that now. The reason was clear. Because he had seen an unexpected side of Greyson.
It would be the same even if Greyson did something foolish again. He couldn't easily think of melting this guy's head with pheromones and running away like before. The reason was the same.
It was something he neither wanted nor thought about, but what had already happened couldn't be helped. Dane had found out, and because of that, he had no choice but to act accordingly.
Whew, Dane let out a long sigh. As he inhaled deeply and exhaled, his luscious chest rose and fell once. Greyson's eyes captured every moment of that wonderful sight without missing a single instant.
"If you have something to say, I'll listen anytime later, but for today, just go back. I'm too tired to wait today."
Dane, speaking in an uncharacteristically calm tone, smoothly moved his body and went outside. He didn't forget to lightly pat Greyson's arm encouragingly as he brushed past him. And from behind Greyson, who was still frozen in place, he bent down to snatch up the clothes he had left at the entrance and walked away.
The sound of wet footsteps gradually faded away. When Greyson belatedly turned his head, Dane had already disappeared. As he stood there blankly, recalling the chest that still lingered before his eyes, a forgotten fact suddenly came to his mind.
Yes, that perfect chest.
He had thought it then too. That he would never see such a wonderful chest again.
Then? When?
...Then.
Suddenly Greyson realized. That he had completely forgotten about the extreme Omega he had been searching for all this time. Surprisingly, what had filled his mind instead all this time was that man.
Dane Striker.
His heart was greatly shaken by this sudden realization. He became bewildered about how to accept this fact.
I forgot about the destined partner I've been searching for all my life? That was almost everything in my life, how could I completely forget about that existence? How could someone else occupy my mind? And so completely at that.
"Surely that can't be."
Greyson covered his face with one hand and rubbed it roughly, then muttered without confidence. There's no way Dane Striker could be an Omega. He was such a plausible Beta male. The idea that someone so overflowing with testosterone could be an Omega was nonsense. Clearly, something was wrong with his head. Yes, there was only one reason.
"...Pheromones."
He muttered under his hand.
"I need to release them."
After making the decision, action didn't take long. Greyson turned around without any further lingering and came outside. Even as he drove out onto the road in his parked car, he was convinced. That man definitely couldn't be the one.
I'm confused. I thought he remembered everything already after Jian fainted when he's in heat. He said, 'I can't lose my omega'. But why is he acting like he still doesn't know until he read Jian's letter?
I think that was just his instinct as his alpha
me at 1am snickering by myself while reading this. MC is crazy
I am marinating this but I came to read the latest chapters. J's only success has reunited with his savior and I just need to be there!
how far are we in the novel?
did it already cover half of the story?
It's around ch 130, so a little more than a half
thanks!
With this story, you just have to read the novel because this goes deep, most specially in the last volumes. This is a healing story for those people who blame themselves with their loved ones' death.