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“A wild omega?” he echoed, sardonic smile appearing. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, wild.” His father took a calm sip of his coffee. “Not line bred.”
The smile didn’t waver, because the words didn’t make enough sense to change his expression.
“He was picked up off the ice flats in the arctic circle, somewhere near Alaska. We had him air-lifted here, he’s been in medical quarantine for two days, vaccinated, and released to us. Suite 124. Like I said. Wild.”
Now the smile dropped. “That’s insane,” he reasoned. “Ludicrous even.”
“He’s yours if you want him.”
The offer stopped him short in his train of thought. “You… found a wild omega… and you’re… giving him to me?”
“I’m getting old, Jihoon,” his father reasoned. “I could sell a wild omega for a price that the world would never forget, a world record amount of money. Or, I could give him to my son, secure our dynasty for centuries to come, and see you happily settled with offspring of your own before I die.”
“You’re not old enough to be talking about dying,” Jihoon scoffed back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “A wild omega. In this day and age. How did that come to be about? Some – some forgotten line?”
“Don’t know. Won’t tell us.” His father stirred another spoonful of sugar into his cup. “They scratched him, he’s a nil mark.”
Jihoon laughed, but at least had the decency to cover his mouth with one hand for a moment. “A nil mark wild omega? In this building?”
His father didn’t take offense: it was, after all, a ludicrous idea, and one that, eventually, dropped Jihoon into a chair.
“If you don’t want him, I’m offering him to Mingyu.”
“Low blow,” he answered automatically. Then he looked up, sharp as a knife. “This is because of the article, isn’t it?”
“You are my eldest son and heir. I’m trying to give you a family and make you happy. Why must you always see ulterior motives where there are none?”
Jihoon figured it would be a terribly frosty day in hell when his father had no ulterior motives. He stood up slowly. “Very well, I’ll take a look. Only a look. Then I’ll decide if I like him.”
“You had better like him,” his father warned at an empty room, once his son had exited. “He’s a wild omega, for fuck’s sake.”