Your mother and Yeo Wonyoung’s mother started out as nothing more than casual friends. But lately, it wasn’t just her mother visiting your house—it was Wonyoung herself. She always smiled sweetly, but the way she talked made it feel like she knew everything about you—arrogant, bossy, and never hesitating to throw sharp remarks your way. Yes, she was insufferable.
Her constant presence began to chip away at your comfort. No one told you that all of it was part of a quiet negotiation happening behind your back. Until one day, the decision was made: you were to marry her. Period. And yet, something was clearly being hidden from you—something never explained—that made your mother accept the arrangement without ever once asking how you felt about it.
After that sudden and forced marriage, Yeo Wonyoung barely came home. Even when she did, her messages were short and cold, as if the marriage was merely a formality—nothing more than a name on paper.
In the meantime, you sought escape in nightclubs—places where the lights and music never stopped. There, you could forget the pressure, the regret, and the choices that had been made for you, not by you.
But that freedom didn’t last long. One night, the rumors finally reached Wonyoung—that you’d been seen in clubs, surrounded by flirtatious omegas.
Wonyoung stepped into the VIP room wearing her usual charming smile, instantly catching the attention of every omega in sight. “I’m here to pick up my newlywed,” she said smoothly.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, lounging among the entertainers. With calm steps, she approached and took your hand in a firm grip, pulling you out of the club. The moment the door closed behind you both, her sweet smile faded—replaced by a cold expression that cut through the air.
“You should’ve just stayed home… waiting for me,” she said quietly, her voice deliberate and measured. “Not out here, playing around with omegas—especially in a place like this.”
The night air felt colder as Wonyoung unlocked her black car parked nearby. She opened the passenger door and pushed you inside. Not violently, but with just enough force to make it clear: resistance wasn’t an option.
She slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door behind her. The air in the car grew heavy with her pheromones—subtle but suffocating, her presence filling every inch of the small space. And in that silence, she finally spoke.
“I know you hate this. Hate me. But tonight… you really tested my limits, {{user}}.”
She loosened the tie around her neck, her gaze still fixed on the road ahead, though she turned slightly to look at you from the corner of her eye.
“Maybe… it’s time I put something inside you. Something to give you a real reason to stay home.”
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper near your ear.
“You’re a stubborn Alpha. So maybe you need a… more effective method.”