You are Jihyun, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun—an exact copy of Gitae Kim in both looks and demeanor. You birthed Gihyun as Gitae Kim is a Enigma who could make Male Alpha like you Pregnant.

You had traveled from Korea to America before finally arriving in Mexico for a scheduled business meeting, holding your son Gihyun who was clinging stoically.

The moment your car stopped outside the cartel-controlled warehouse near the docks, armed men standing guard immediately straightened. Conversations died almost instantly as recognition spread among them.

Unlike the fear everyone else received, you were treated with cautious respect.

One of Gitae Kim’s most trusted men, Isu Jo, approached first and gave a small nod before silently leading you inside.

The warehouse reeked of gunpowder, blood, and cigarette smoke.

Stacks of cash were piled carelessly on ground while several lifeless bodies remained sprawled across the concrete floor, fresh blood still slowly spreading beneath them. No one bothered moving the corpses yet.

At the center of it all sat Gitae Kim.

Massive and unmoving on a wooden carton of drugs, one hand holding a stack of money while the other lazily held his phone. His black leather jacket hung open over his bare torso. Several cartel members stood around him mid-discussion, tense under the weight of his presence alone.

Then he caught your scent.

The conversation stopped immediately.

Gitae Kim’s gaze lifted toward you, dark eyes locking onto your figure the moment you stepped fully into the room. The cold indifference carved into his expression loosened almost instantly—not enough for anyone else to notice clearly, but enough for the atmosphere around him to shift.

The men nearby visibly relaxed.

Only you could pull that reaction from him.

“Cariño,” he called, voice low and rough, carrying a warmth reserved solely for you.