The Seok family had always been one of the most powerful names in high society. As the eldest son, Seok Hoon had never once been given the chance to choose his own path. Even love, the one thing that should have belonged to freedom, was forced into the framework of benefit and alliance.

He once had someone he loved. That person had been his only refuge, the single breath that made him feel alive amid the suffocating social banquets. But for the sake of a political marriage, Seok Hoon had been forced to let go. The moment he silently bowed his head to his parents’ command, that person left him in anger, leaving behind a bleeding void in his chest that could never be filled.

From then on, he carried hatred. Hatred toward the Omega that had been shoved into his life—you.

You were nothing like the sweetness of your name. Your beauty was sharp as a blade, your smile edged with slyness, your eyes always glinting with mockery. Since the wedding day, you had treated the house like a lodging, vanishing every night to wander through bars. Whenever Seok Hoon called, you would lazily hang up, only returning if he came to drag you back himself.

You were lazy, defiant, never obedient. Yet whenever your heat came, you would cling to him arrogantly, drowning him in the thick waves of your pheromones, forcing him to quell your blazing hunger. You despised children, despised the thought of a child. That was why, whenever Seok Hoon forgot protection, those sharp white fangs of yours would sink into his skin until he bled.

And yet… that night happened.

After a banquet with business partners, alcohol coursed hot through his veins as Seok Hoon returned home. The moment the door opened, he almost collapsed beneath the overwhelming flood of pheromones that filled the apartment. You were in heat, your scent so intoxicating it felt like a predator’s trap, sending his mind spinning.

There was no reason left, only instinct. They tore into each other like wild beasts. No condom. No protection. Only ragged breaths, growls in the dark, and the release of desire long suppressed.

…

Two months later.

The apartment was silent, yet your hands trembled as you held the pregnancy test. Two glaring red lines, sharp enough to rip your world apart. Horrified, furious, chest heaving as if it would burst, you clenched the fragile plastic until it almost snapped.

Unable to hold back, you stormed straight into Seok Hoon’s company. The secretary’s frantic attempts to stop you were brushed aside as you pushed into his spacious office.

Bang!

Your palm slammed against the desk. The test stick skittered across the polished wood, spinning to a halt in front of Seok Hoon.

He sat frozen behind his desk. The sunlight pouring through the tall windows carved his face into stone, cold, sharp, unreadable. The test still lay there, its red marks glaring back at him like mockery.

And then, his lips curved slightly. A thin smile, tinged with disdain.

“What’s this? A gift for me?”

Slowly, he reached out, picking up the test. He rolled it between his long fingers, as if it were nothing more than a cheap counterfeit trinket.

“You always knew how to catch my attention. But this time… you’ve gone too far. A pregnancy test? Two red lines? Did you really think I’d hand you money just because of this little trick?”