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Chapter 2

The body at his feet convulsed, guts spilling out from the white shredded shirt and bleeding through the crevices in the floor, taking up a path through the zigzags beneath his soles.

The golden in his eyes bleeds with it till Jeongguk is back into his sanity. He looks down at the discarded man who had died at his hands with eyes locked in a fearful stare. Jeongguk hesitates for a moment, torn between kicking his ghastly face and sending a prayer to the heavens.

“Send the cleaning team.”

He pockets his phone and pulls out a kerchief. Cleans the tip of his shoes then drags the soles through the rug, leaving dark stains behind.

He holds his hand up, the claws having retracted back leaving thick lines of blood to dry in the tips.

Making his way to the bathroom, the adrenaline still coursing through his vein as an after effect of his alpha state, he distractedly washes his hands before something bright on the floor catches his attention.

A purple band, choker of sorts lying on the floor. He holds it up, turning it over and notices the lettering, Violet.

A single sniff tells him of the scent of its owner, an Omega. But the scent is barely noticeable, not old but deliberately hidden. A scent blocker.

The floor above has been lent to the escorts and strippers, the most frequent users of scent blockers to prevent unwanted mating. And colors being assigned to escorts was not something new.

The omega had been in this room despite it being guarded, except the time span of half an hour till now when he had dismissed his guards to execute the killing without real witnesses.

But had the omega gone away by the time he came back with his prey? Or had he witnessed everything?

Suddenly he whirls around, gun in hand cocked, barrel aiming straight and settling on a familiar man's forehead.

“Boss?” the man looks unperturbed. Apparently it's not something new. Boss starts at anything, been jumpy since birth.

“Oh. Hoseok, is the team here?” Jeongguk clears his throat of the slight gravel in his voice.

“Already done.” the other alpha rolls his eyes as Jeongguk puts the gun away and points to the material hanging off the alpha's fingers. “Is that a choker? The strippers upstairs go by colored accessories. Easier than the shit number system. Do you think we have time to get laid tonight?”

Hoseok is one of the few alphas whom Jeongguk respects, known throughout the pack for his quick with so he more or less ignores his blabbering, choosing instead to get to the point, “I found this here.”

Hoseok swears at thin air, “You think there's chance of a witnessee?”

“Can't rule it out.”

“It’s alright. We can find the person. Hopefully there's only one with purple assigned to them.” Hoseok states calmly, already typing away at his phone. Probably to dispatch someone off to take care of the supposed witness.

The downturn of his lips gives him away. One thing Hoseok hated the most was involving innocents.

“I have another plan. In case the person does turn out to be uninvolved. I think I can handle it on my own. Go back to the base and tell the rest to be ready for tonight, I’ll give a call at exactly T minus 15 minutes, got it?”

Hoseok nods slowly, knowing not to interfere in Jeongguk's decisions, “Okay, boss. Keep the cleaning team handy... just in case. The party has already started, so be careful, hm?” he pats the younger's back with a smile and stalks out of the bathroom.