"Are you hungry?"
Jihoon lifted his head from the table, face unreadable. He regarded the alpha for a while. "I'm not hungry," he whispered.
Junghoon exhaled. "You've not eaten anything in days now—"
"I want... to go home," the omega murmured. "Can I leave?"
The alpha looked troubled, running a hand through his hair. "Sweet, you've not healed and—"
The scraping of the chair cut him off as the omega abruptly stood and headed upstairs.
Junghoon quietly watched him go. He sat down, closing his eyes.
"You know he's growing agitated, right?"
The alpha scoffed, opening his eyes. He glared at his brother. "I can feel all his emotions, remember?"
Junghwan strolled into the living room like he owned the place. He sat down, crossing his legs. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll keep him here with me."
His brother arched a brow. "You're keeping him prisoner?"
"He's my mate, not a prisoner," Junghoon hissed, eyes flickering red.
