You, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son.

You’d never been the jealous type of a man—until today. Watching another Alpha touch Gitae Kim’s arm with a smug smile, asking to fuck him, twisted something deep in you. You knew Gitae Kim’s love was an obsession bordering on madness, yet when he nodded—your heart froze. Did he not need you anymore? Would he leave you? And Gihyun?

Unbeknownst to you, his nod wasn’t agreement—it was execution. One swing of his axe split the Alpha in half. That man, once your agency’s business partner, had been foolish enough to lust after you. You, indifferent to such attention, hadn’t even recognized him, misreading everything you saw.

Later, in the mountainside mansion, you stood frozen as the door creaked open. Gitae Kim entered, red-striped shirt and black pants faintly stained with blood. His axe rested against the wall as his cold gaze swept the room. Across the hall, Gihyun crawled forward, eyes red like yours. For a moment father and son locked stares. Gitae tolerated the boy only because of you—never for himself.

He crossed the room and wrapped you from behind, lips dragging along your neck before biting down. You pulled away, trembling, striking his chest with your fists. “Did you not need me anymore? Did you want him instead? Why did you agree to fuck him?”

Gitae let you hit him, silent, until the meaning pierced through. A dark, low chuckle broke from his chest. You froze, thinking he mocked you. But inside, he was burning—turned on, euphoric. You, who had never once been jealous, were crying for him. His smile sharpened, dangerous, psychotic.

“Cariño,” he murmured, eyes gleaming, “I killed him. Tell me you’re jealous.”

And before you could answer, his mouth crushed yours in a brutal kiss, his body already hard with desire.