PRICELESS || The Millionaire Detective: Daisuke × Haru ||

11: Ω BOND

Warning! Smut ahead!

Haru's POV

The world revolves unfairly. Alphas and betas all enjoy living a normal life. That is something omegas are not allowed to have. How can reality be so cruel? It's not like omegas like me ask for golds or silvers. We simply want to be treated like humans, not as breeding stocks. We only want respect, nothing more and nothing less.

I groggily open my heavy lids. A white ceiling meets my eyes. I stay unmoving for a while as I recollect the memories from before I blacked out. I slowly get up, massaging my limbs that feels weak and numb. My head also feel like it's being split in half.

"Feeling better?"

I instinctively pull the sheets over my body. Maybe it was my defensive reflex in the presence of this domineering person.

"Why are you still here?" I grumpily ask. "I appreciate your help but I'd like to be alone right now."

"So... You don't hate me anymore?"

"I never said that! Don't make things up." I glower at him but he just smiles so widely that his teeth are showing.

What's with him today?

On the thought of today, I flick my eyes to my watch. It's eight in the evening. How long have I been out?

"You slept for almost a day and a half."

"Don't you go reading my thoughts." I say, annoyed.

"Here, eat this."

I lower my gaze to the tray of food he placed on my lap then I raise my eyes to him.

"I'm not hungry." I tell him as I push the tray.

"At least take a spoon or two. You'll need that to recuperate."

I stay silent, refusing to let his idea win. I felt a weight plunge at the side of the mattress.

"Come on. Open your mouth."

I stare at the spoon he attempted to feed me and then I strongly shook my head.

"Will you open your mouth or will you eat it?"

"What kind of question is tha---" I was pushed quite when his bright eyes suddenly turned dark.

"You don't want to make me force you."

I open my mouth with his last remark. It's not like I'm letting him have his way because I think he's superior, it's just that I'm tired and not in the mood to argue over trivial things.

The food melted in my mouth and an explosion of the perfect flavor combination made my mouth water. Another spoon came up and I happily devoured its contents.

"You seem happy. Is it that delicious?"

I stop the excited movements my hands are unconsciously making and I look at him, almost glaring. "Give me that, I'll feed myself."

I attempted to snatch the tray but he withdraws it from my reach.

"Just let me. This is my apology."