By Zephyria 
Leaving her tilting her head, Grayson took out his wallet from his jacket pocket. He took out several hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the table before asking one last time.
“Is there anything else you can tell me?”
The fortune teller replied with a practiced smile.
“That’s all for today.”
He figured as much. It was all useless again. Thinking he had wasted his time again, Grayson didn’t ask any more questions, turned around, and left the shop.
After the incredibly tall man, over two meters, disappeared, the fortune teller, left alone in the small space, took a card from the deck.
The card she drew was the Tower, with a picture of a lightning strike. Seeing it, she sighed, shaking her head.
“Something terrible is going to happen soon…”
Muttering to herself, she hurriedly looked around. For some reason, she felt the air grow cold. The fortune teller quickly rubbed her arms, which were covered in goosebumps, and hurriedly got up. A customer was just entering the shop, but she waved her hand and said quickly.
“We’re closed for today, please leave.”
“Oh… then I’ll come back tomorrow…”
The flustered customer stammered, but the fortune teller immediately shook her head.
“Oh, no. There won’t be a tomorrow. I’m not doing business here anymore.”
“What? You’re not? Wait a minute. Just a minute…”
The fortune teller, practically chasing out the surprised customer, hurriedly began to pack her things.
Let’s run away, far, far away.
As she frantically tidied up, a card flipped out of her hand and fell to the floor.
The fortune teller quickly bent down to pick up the card, but she screamed, “Eek!”
The card that was revealed this time was the Devil.
Holding the card with trembling hands, she stared at the picture, muttering repeatedly.
“Ominous… very ominous.”
As if to warn of a terrifying future, lightning struck the clear sky with perfect timing, followed by ominous thunder.
- Here Comes The Dog
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As always, as the night deepened, the clinking of glasses, the low music, and the panting breaths filled the space. And at some point, the people at the party began to pair off and disappear one by one. It was a party held for that purpose, so it was a natural result. Dominant Alphas need to release Pheromones regularly, or they will develop abnormalities in their brains, ranging from simple memory loss to severe brain damage or madness. Therefore, they frequently sought partners for sex, and it was common for them to take turns hosting parties for this shared purpose.
Again, at a party gathered to release Pheromones, Grayson was sitting at the bar, drinking whiskey mixed with drugs. Ice melted and beaded around the edge of the glass, and his fingertips slowly rubbed the glass. On either side of him, twin Omega brothers with identical faces sat, showing blatant interest.
“Having to work every day is both a joyful and sad thing.”
At Grayson’s words, uttered with a sigh, the man sitting on the right blinked in confusion. The man on the left, who had been drinking with him, spoke first in a friendly manner.
“What’s wrong, Grayson? Don’t tell me you suddenly want to ‘work’?”
Emphasizing the word ‘work’ and wiggling the index and middle fingers of both hands, the man who had been watching them carefully chimed in.
“No way, that’s ridiculous. You’re not tired of just playing around, are you? It’s not some boring story like that, is it?”
“There’s no way Grayson Miller would do that, right?”
The men sitting on either side of the bar exchanged words as they watched Grayson carefully. Grayson chuckled briefly and said exaggeratedly.
“No way? I don’t just play around. I do ‘work,’ sometimes.”
To some extent, it was true. There was probably no Dominant Alpha who had held as many jobs as Grayson. He often imitated the work of someone he had fallen for. In the process, he often discovered considerable talent or aptitude, but it was more of an imitation than actually ‘doing work,’ so strictly speaking, he had never held a proper job.
The problem was that this diligence of his vanished in an instant when his feelings for the other person faded. Grayson quit or disappeared as he pleased, without the slightest consideration for others, leaving his ex-lovers to face criticism and bear the burden of the vanished man.
His misdeeds were well known, but new victims appeared every time because this man was particularly skilled at ‘acting in love’ among his many talents. Even those who had heard the rumors and were wary could not last more than three days. Grayson said the words they wanted to hear and granted them whatever they desired, as if he could see through their hearts. As if he would give his life for the other person if it were truly for their sake.
Because of this, they usually thought, ‘This time it must be genuine,’ or ‘It’s different for me.’ When they realized it was just a delusion, it was after they had been cruelly abandoned.
-You were never my destiny. Goodbye.
…along with a joke-like farewell. So, many people whispered, ‘Grayson Miller is just enjoying pretending to be in love.’ Otherwise, how could he turn away so coldly from a lover he had loved so much? It’s not like there’s a button attached to emotions that can be turned on and off at will. But some say that Grayson does fall in love. It’s just that the time is too short.
Whether it’s a delusion or the truth, the result is the same. Grayson makes the other person fall deeply in love and then leaves as he pleases. He doesn’t care how devastated the person left behind becomes. Because it’s literally ‘none of his business.’
“Did you find someone else, a new destiny?”
The man on the right asked with a laugh. In a mocking tone, as if he were talking about his pet dog trying to mate with another dog in the park. Not to be outdone, the man on the other side touched Grayson’s body and asked.
“So, what kind of work are you doing this time? If it’s a job Grayson can do, maybe something in the service industry?”
He blinked lewdly and looked up at Grayson. As if not to be outdone by the man who was leaning against him, the man on the other side caressed Grayson’s thigh. To be exact, Grayson smiled faintly, seemingly pleased with the hand that was caressing the thick penis resting on it. The hands stroking his arm and thigh were blatantly obvious to anyone, but Grayson left them alone as if it were natural and opened his mouth.
“I have to find one, now.”
At those words, one of the twins asked.
“How about a job that requires a uniform? It’s sexy.”
“Like a police officer?”
The other twin, picking up the words immediately, stroked the thick penis that protruded above Grayson’s thigh. How thrilling would it be to put this inside me? The thought alone made his lower body twitch, and words to win favor came out on their own.
“You even have such a big gun.”
Grayson chuckled at those words.
“Should I, then?”
It was just a simple response, but surprised noises erupted from both sides. Even the bartenders who were making cocktails inside the bar widened their eyes and looked at them. Quickly averting their gaze and focusing on their work again, Grayson replied leisurely.
“It’s a great job.”
“Grayson, a police officer…?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool, it suits you. I like police officers. They’re sexy.”
Unlike the flustered man on one side, the man on the other side quickly flattered him. In response, the first man also hurriedly made up words.
“Of course, it suits you. It’s just that I never thought Grayson would do it. Grayson, will you arrest me first? Officer, should I lie down on the hood?”