Bound to the Alpha

CHAPTER NINE

Jhune's POV

"Earth to Jhune!" I blinked rapidly when he snapped his fingers in front of me.

"H-huh?" I responded in confusion, glancing at him. Russel gave me a strange look as he placed a cup of tea on the table.

"Don't give me that look, geez," he frowned. "I've been calling you for a while now, but it seems like you didn't hear me." He said before sitting down on the opposite couch.

"What are you thinking about that you seem so out of it?"

I forced a smile and looked away.

I hate to admit it, but I’m worried about Zack. I don’t know why, but I can’t shake this uneasy feeling. I know it's not my place to be concerned about him since we're not even close.

I can't explain it—I just keep searching for his presence without knowing why.

I glanced back at the TV with little interest, pretending to watch.

It’s been days since I last saw him, and the fact that he hasn’t come home for three consecutive days is really starting to bother me. When I asked Russel about him, he just said Zack's busy.

How busy can he possibly be to forget to come home? He must be really dedicated to his work if that’s the case, tsk.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Russel's annoying voice cut through my thoughts again. "Am I talking to myself here?" He sighed in frustration.

"Damn. Seriously? What's wrong with you people?" he grumbled irritably.

"I told you, I'm not thinking about anything. You're so persistent, tsk." I rolled my eyes.

He eyed me skeptically. "Really? Nothing at all?" He clearly didn’t believe me.

"Tsk. You're such a gossip."

He just laughed, took off his glasses, and started cleaning them with the hem of his shirt.

"Who wouldn't be curious? You've been spaced out for days, and it's starting to freak me out." He shook his head as he spoke.

I glared at him, unsure whether he was genuinely concerned or just trying to get under my skin.

"Why? Do I look that scary to you?" I retorted.

"No. But you look like an mad wife," he smirked, clearly amused as he saw my jaw drop.

Wife? Are you kidding me? Give me a fucking break.

Who the fuck would even marry that jerk?!

I tried to hide the blush creeping up my face. I grabbed the throw pillow beside me and hurled it in his direction.

He caught it, laughing, which only irritated me more. Annoyed, I crossed my arms and refused to give him any more attention.

We're not even close, yet he talks to me like we're best friends.

And I swear, he's really getting on my nerves.

Flashback*

I woke up with a heavy head, realizing I had fallen asleep on the sofa.

I sat up, yawning, and was about to stand when I noticed a blanket on my body.

I froze as the realization hit me. Did he come home?

I looked around the room, but I couldn’t see him. So, I went upstairs and knocked on his door, but he was not there.

I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I shrugged it off and went back downstairs, pulling the curtains aside to let the sunlight in.