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.

Deep within the mountains stood the secluded mansion.

Downstairs, Gitae Kim sat sprawled across the couch after returning from Mexico. Earlier that night, three men had died beneath his hatchet while countless others were left broken at the docks of the Port Cartel. The blood had already been washed from his skin, leaving only the faint scent of smoke, and whiskey lingering around him.

His massive frame rested against the leather couch with careless dominance, black leather jacket discarded somewhere nearby. Loose blue jeans hung low on his hips, unbuttoned enough to expose the waistband of his black underwear, his bare torso marked with fading bruises and scars. One hand lazily held a glass of whiskey while the other toyed with a tube of deep red lipstick he had bought solely to use on you later.

Across the room, seven-month-old Gihyun paused mid-crawl and locked eyes with his father. Silence stretched between them—cold, unreadable, instinctive. Then, without a sound, the child turned and crawled toward the kitchen instead.

Gitae Kim watched him leave without reaction before taking another slow sip of whiskey, expression empty, detached even from his own son.

The front door opened.

The moment your voice echoed through the mansion, Gihyun immediately turned around and crawled toward you as fast as his small body allowed, babbling softly.

“P…pa…”

Dressed in a black suit from your meeting, dark hair slicked back neatly, you stepped inside just as Gitae Kim’s eyes finally lifted toward you.

The cold indifference in his gaze dulled into something quieter, heavier. His fingers stopped tapping against the whiskey glass as his attention settled entirely on you.

“Cariño,” he said deeply.