"Weird," Junghoon mumbled, dialling the omega's number again.
It rang for a while before ending with no response.
"Is this some kind of prank?" he wondered, staring at his phone.
Seated across him, Junghwan lifted his head from his laptop. He eyed his brother, lips twitching with amusement. "Omega problems?"
Junghoon rolled his eyes, setting his phone on the table. "Mind your business."
His brother raised his hand in surrender. "As you say, Little Brother."
"Don't call me that," The alpha growled at him, skin prickling with uneasiness.
Something was wrong.
"Your fidgeting is beginning to get on my nerves," Junghwan muttered, fixing him with a glare. "What is the problem?"
"Something is wrong," Junghoon murmured, standing up. He adjusted his coat and looked around the spacious office.
"I'm leaving."
"Instincts never lie," his brother agreed with a hum. "Go and get him."
With a firm nod, the alpha walked out. He dialed his right hand man's number.
