The Alpha, The Omega

Han Yeo-won, the perfect Alpha. Falling into an imperfect love. The number on the necklace around his neck catches her eye. Sixty-nine? The shape of the platinum pendant was clearly the number 69. “Do you work here as well? Number 69? Is that what I should call you?” “What?” He wears a very peculiar smile. She realized her mistake instantly. “If not….” This is a truly grave error. If he isn't someone who works here, he will be deeply offended. And, if this person *does* work here? Then did she just imply she was willing to sleep with a prostitute? Are you crazy, Han Yeo-won? “Yeah, I am number 69. Why? You buying me today? You got a lot of money? I’m the most expensive bitch here....