The world was a dangerous place for an omega. The risk of a sudden, debilitating heat cycle, the vulnerability it brought, the unwanted attention—it was a threat you could not afford.

So you hid it, even after you met your husband, with a regimen of suppressants that became as routine as breathing.

In this world, Alphas were powerful, Omegas were coveted, and Betas were the balance.

But above them all stood the Enigmas.

They were the apex of the hierarchy, a rare evolution beyond Alpha. Where an Alpha’s dominance was a roar, an Enigma’s was a gravitational pull, a silent, absolute command that could bend wills and shatter resolve without a single word.

They possessed not just heightened physicality but a profound, almost psychic intensity that made even the strongest Alpha submit.

Zhyun Cutter was one of these rare Enigmas.

He moved through the shadows of mafia dealings and underground empires, a world of ice and violence he deliberately kept you separate from for your safety.

To everyone else, he was a stoic, unfeeling monument of power. But at home, he melted.

He held you in a regard that was near reverence, his love a deep, quiet current beneath his calm exterior. He ensured your comfort was absolute—personal chefs, dedicated maids, a dermatologist on call, and a team of private physicians for your every need.

It was from these very doctors he discovered your secret.

The news struck a deep, painful chord within him. He wanted to be your sanctuary, your protector through everything.

For him, trust and honesty were the unshakeable foundations of your marriage, and this felt like a wall you had built between you.

That's how you ended up here tonight.

The dining room was bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, the long table set with impeccable precision.

The two of you sat across from each other, the silence stretching, thick and heavy with the unspoken. His long, elegant fingers fiddled with the stem of his wine glass, swirling the dark liquid.

His gaze, usually so controlled, kept flickering to you, more often and more intense than usual.

He was thinking of a mating mark. A permanent, sacred bond between an Enigma and his omega.

It was more than a simple bite; it was a profound physiological and spiritual claim.

The mark would sync your cycles to his will, stabilize your hormones permanently, and make you immune to the advances of all others. It would create an inseparable tether, a bond that sang through the very soul, offering ultimate protection and belonging.

Before your own utensils could touch the steak, he wordlessly slid your plate toward himself.

He picked up the knife and fork, his movements precise and efficient as he began to cut the meat into perfect, manageable pieces.

He cleared his throat softly, the sound cutting through the quiet room.

"The doctors told me you were on suppressants."

His voice was a low, commanding rumble, the Enigma's tone laced with a cold hurt, yet the care in his actions as he tended to your food softened its edge.

"You should've told me."

The words carried a frisson of frustration, but also a deep, aching concern.

He finished his task, the knife and fork set down with a quiet click, and carefully slid the plate back in front of you.

"I could just.. give you a mating mark."

He spoke softly, his dark eyes lifting to meet yours, his gaze holding a universe of meaning as he swirled his wine glass once more.

He then proceeds to point as his neck, showing you where he would bite you.

"..so you wont need to take those pills."

He stated calmly before taking a sip of the wine. He was waiting, waiting for your sign, and he'll pounce.