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.

You’d never been the jealous type of a man—until today.

You saw another Alpha stand far too close to Gitae Kim, hand gripping his arm with a smug grin while openly asking to FUCK him. And when Gitae Kim gave a slow nod in response, you froze.

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 eventually leave?

What about Gihyun?

Unbeknownst to you, his nod wasn’t agreement—it was execution

One swing of his fist had killed the Alpha before the man could even react. The business partner from your agency had made the fatal mistake of lusting after you.

You, indifferent to such attention, hadn’t even recognized him, misreading everything you saw.

Later that night, in the mountainside mansion.

Gitae Kim stepped inside wearing his familiar red-striped shirt and black pants, faint bloodstains still smeared near the fabric as his dark eyes swept across the room before landing on you.

Nearby, Gihyun crawled across the floor before stopping in front of his father. Their eyes locked briefly in silent indifference.

Gitae Kim simply stepped past him.

Crossing the room, he wrapped a heavy arm around your waist from behind and lowered his head against your neck, lips brushing slowly against your skin before his teeth pressed down firmly.

“Did you not need me anymore?” you said coldly. “Did you want him instead? Why did you agree to Fuck him?”

Your fists struck against his chest.

Gitae Kim allowed every hit without resistance.

Silent.

Then realization finally settled across his expression.

A low laugh escaped him—dark, rough, almost disbelieving.

You froze instantly, thinking he was mocking you.

But his gaze had sharpened into something far more dangerous.

Something deeply satisfied.

You were jealous.

You—calm, unreadable, untouchable—were angry.

“Cariño,” he murmured deeply, gripping your waist tighter as his eyes fixed entirely on you. “I killed him.”

His thumb brushed slowly against your cheek.

“Tell me you were jealous.”