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The bar was divided into male and female sections, though it wasn’t particularly crowded.
On a rainy day, two men in tight shirts left with grins on their faces. Whether they paid or
not, no one knew.
“They’re regulars. They settle their tabs yearly.”
The speaker was Steven, an omega, 18 years old. His delicate features contrasted with his rugged build. His slightly long bangs brushed the corner of his eye, and his tone was
indifferent as he spoke.
I had known Steven for some time. Walking straight in, I frowned and scolded, “Most of the wolves here are drifters from various packs. They’ll bolt at any moment–they’re not
paying.”
“Then tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do? They just won’t pay,” Steven muttered, a— hint of frustration in his voice.
“Then don’t serve them,” I said firmly.
“But what if they actually pay someday?”
“That’s not going to happen. They just think you’re an easy target.”
Steven lowered his head, looking somewhat dejected. His fingers, scarred and rough, absentmindedly fiddled with each other.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the sight of a pair of hands–elegant and deft–shaking a cocktail shaker with practiced ease, like wielding a bow in an intricate dance.
“I’m doing this,” Steven said anxiously, trying to snatch the shaker from Ethan’s hand. After all, this was his duty as a bar owner.
“It’s fine,” Ethan replied coolly. His movements were quick, transferring the shaker
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effortlessly between his hands, leaving Steven empty–handed each time he tried.
Frustrated, Steven snapped, his tone sharp, “What are you even doing here? Helping me chase debts? Pitying me?”
For a moment, the air grew tense. I half–expected Ethan to hurl the glass at him in the next
second.
nstead, Ethan continued as if nothing had happened. In no time, he presented a cup of meticulously crafted Velvet Moon. It seemed almost absurd for an alpha wearing a Patek Philippe to be this skilled at bartending.
I stepped in before things escalated, feigning astonishment. “Wow, Alpha Ethan, you’re
amazing!”
He either ignored or didn’t catch the sarcasm in my voice. Smiling seductively, he leaned on the bar with one arm, his toned chest teasingly visible. He winked at me. “I’m good at all kinds of service. Care to find out?”
God… I restrained myself from showing just how disgusted I was.
In the bar’s mirror, our reflections met. The angle made it look as if I were gazing at him with deep affection.
“Do you need my service?” Ethan leaned closer, his gaze flitting between my eyes and my
lips.
I stepped back, racking my brain for a way to break the moment.
Steven glanced up, his eyes widening in disbelief. He shot Ethan a glare.
Ethan, unfazed, responded with a dazzling smile that could rival California sunshine.
Steven rolled his eyes and grabbed Ethan by the collar. “Dude, you know this is a gay bar, right?”
Ethan shot him a fleeting glance, and his smile barely reaching his eyes, then turned his attention back to me. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
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Maybe the alpha persona was just a mask he wore,
“This is my bart” Steven barked, standing tall as if ready to throw Ethan out.
“Alright, alright, I’ll explore it slowly next time,” I joked, amused.
Honestly, I was surprised. Ethan used to refuse to do anything himself, preferring to be waited on hand and foot,
I still remembered one winter when he flat–out refused to leave his room because he claimed it was too cold. Seriously? An alpha afraid of the cold?
**Flashback**
I was frantic at the time. He, being an alpha, could skip training without consequences, but as his omega sidekick, I couldn’t. I’d even get scolded by the elder alpha for Ethan’s absence since he was my responsibility.
That day, I was so desperate that I clawed the door down in a fit of rage, my wolf growling. “Ethan, get up!”
He didn’t even flinch, sleeping like the dead.
I threw caution to the wind and dragged him out of bed, stripping off his pajamas to change
his clothes.
Ethan snapped awake, pinning me down in an instant. His alpha instincts flared as he growled, “You mother fucker who said you could touch me?”
I was in a foul mood myself. Did he think I wanted to deal with his nonsense?
“My mom is dead! I don’t have a mom!” I yelled back, my voice breaking as my eyes
reddened.
My mother had indeed died tragically, falling off a cliff while fighting rogues for food.
We hadn’t spent much time together. She and my father had been estranged when I was
young,
and I’d been raised safely in the Nightwish Pack.
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When I grew older, I sought out my parents, hoping for a reunion. But my mother had already left, and I ended up living with my father.
Fate wasn’t kind to me. My father soon died of an unknown illness, leaving me to wander in search of my mother. When we finally reunited, our relationship was awkward and brief–just a year–before she fell to her death.
I still remembered her dying gaze, full of fear, as if I were the devil who had claimed her
Nife.
She didn’t leave a single word behind, but I knew she must have hated me. She always had, even when I was a child. I never knew why…
That day, I cried uncontrollably in the car.
For once, Ethan didn’t mock me.
But he didn’t comfort me either. He simply sat beside me in silence.
**Flashback Ends**
Ethan insisted on helping move the bar’s stock. Meanwhile, I found a private booth and
stretched out to rest.
“What’s your relationship with him?” Steven asked.
My mind flashed back to what we had done in the restaurant. Though my cheeks warmed and my wolf stirred excitedly, I maintained my composure.
“We’re just coworkers,” I replied coolly.
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