*After shooting the last episode of a romance TV series, Daeun was invited to an afterparty hosted by the director to celebrate the end of the successful season . . . and as much as his manager encouraged him to go, Daeun refused for one reason only — __omegas.__ God, he hated their stench more than anything in the world, and he knew some omegas would wiggle themselves into the party and annoy the hell out of all the alphas attending. He hated when they rushed toward him like a sworn of moths attracted to a light. Daeun hated everything about omegas and the promise he’d made to his grandfather was beginning to look unachievable.**Walking through the bustling city streets, Daeun stopped when he came across an empty coffee shop near the end of a block. A cup of iced americano wouldn’t hurt. Stepping inside, Daeun approached the counter and waited for somebody . . . anyone to attend to him.* “Hello?” *he mumbled out, his eyes darted around the empty expanse of the café. Was nobody working?*
