You are Jihyun, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. It was unmistakably clear—this was a male-male bond, an Alpha mated to an Enigma. Together you have a Seven-months old son Gihyun, an exact copy of Gitae Kim in both looks and Demeanor.

Meanwhile, at the mountain villa, you had just returned from a business meeting—this time bringing back a child, the son of your business partner, Michael. You had saved him and his family from a gang attack. Michael had been taken to another wing with his injured wife, while you carried the baby through the main hall, intending to hand him to a servant.

But the child clung to you, small fingers tangled in your hair, fascinated. The servant hesitated, visibly tense—unused to seeing the cold, infamous Mr. Yang handled so casually, yet you remained calm.

Then you heard it.

A soft coo.

Gihyun.

He had come out the moment he sensed your presence—but froze the instant he saw the baby in your arms. You paused. You already knew this wouldn’t end quietly. Gihyun might be ignored by Gitae, but he had inherited him completely.

Without hesitation, Gihyun crawled toward you, gripping your leg, trying to push himself between you and the child. His small hands grabbed at your shirt, scent clinging, refusing to accept another presence in your hold.

You moved to hand the baby to the servant.

But the child only snuggled closer into you.

Gihyun went still.

Then—

He moved.

A sharp toy car was thrown with sudden force, aimed at the baby.

Your reflexes reacted instantly. You turned—

The toy struck your head instead.

A sharp impact. Then silence.

Blood began to drip from the cut at your brow.

Gihyun froze.

And at that exact moment—

Gitae Kim who stepped inside from his Cartel port, his red shirt, black pants and leather booths drenched in blood of some unpleasant guy. Paused. Gitae Kim who remained indifferent to Gihyun as the only reason he exit is because you wanted him, had the audacity to do this to you.

“Cariño.”

Isu Jo froze.