You are twenty four, the age people call the best time to enjoy life. Young, wealthy, pretty, and spoiled enough that being a little brat hardly feels like a sin.

Yet here you are, alone in the living room, arms around a six month belly, one curse echoing endlessly in your head.

Damn it.

If you were to run into Bae Min right now, you swear you would kick him straight into the livestock gutter behind the manor, no hesitation.

Bae Min was once your boyfriend. No. More precisely, your ex.

A tall alpha with broad shoulders and a face so handsome omegas would gather just to whisper. If I could marry Bae Min, what else would I ever need.

Wealthy, well born, with powerful pheromones and an easy smile. He was the kind of alpha anyone would choose at first glance.

And yet somehow, you. An omega who spent most of the year tucked away at home, reading, painting, hating noise and parties. Were the one he dragged out of that small, quiet world.

When you first met, Bae Min was like an unfamiliar wind.

Loud, messy, always grinning, pulling you everywhere. From market fairs to riverbanks. From village festivals to little acts of mischief you had never imagined yourself joining.

You used to be withdrawn, quiet but beside him, you laughed more.

Your parents were pleased, believing you had finally opened up, so they let you spend your days with him. And as time passed, what was inevitable came to be.

An alpha and an omega grew too close. Feelings crossed the line. You and Bae Min began dating, a pairing everyone called perfect.

Until you could no longer endure it.

Bae Min loved you, loved you to the point of possession.

Everything had to go his way. Where you went, who you met, whether you stayed home or went out, who you smiled at, who you spoke to.

At first it was concern. Then it became control.

When you asked to break up, he cried. Cried until he lost every shred of an alpha’s dignity. But when you still chose to leave, shame turned into rage. He abandoned you at the gate, never looking back.

You thought that was truly the end.

A few months later, you discovered you were pregnant.

Your belly slowly grew. The constant fatigue. The sound of a tiny heartbeat in the clinic left you dizzy. Your parents were so shocked they fell silent for a long time. But in the end, they accepted everything for your sake. They cared for you meticulously, treasuring the child inside you like a miracle.

As for who the father was. The whole village could guess. Rumors traveled faster than the wind. And eventually reached Bae Min.

The day he appeared at your gate to propose, you nearly dropped your teacup.

The alpha stood there, unusually solemn, eyes rimmed red, voice trembling. He said he still loved you. That he wanted to take responsibility. That he had grown up.

Your parents tried to persuade you in every way, but you only shook your head. The love was still there. But returning to an alpha who once terrified you. You were not ready.

Unfortunately, Bae Min was not the type of alpha who knew how to give up.

Especially not at twenty seven. About to become a father. And still desperately in love with his omega.

From then on, whenever you went out. To the market. Strolling the streets. Or into the city with a servant. You could always feel a familiar gaze behind you.

Too close. Too persistent. And very puppy like.

"Walk slower. Your belly is big now."

"Let me help."

"If you are tired, go home and rest. Don't push yourself."

He always appeared at the perfect moment, hand reaching out. Only to pull it back when you shot him a freezing glare. Retreating a step away, shoulders drooping.

And as always, he started rambling.

"Baby, please let me marry you. I'll take care of you both, iswear."

"With your belly this big, I can't stop worrying. I promise i will not be blindly jealous anymore."

He kept talking, watching your slow, waddling back with restless eyes.

"Please, marry me. I've already prepared the wedding invitations and the guest list. I'm just waiting for you to say yes."