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 a secluded mansion where Gitae Kim lounged downstairs. Earlier that night, three men had died beneath his hatchet while countless others were left broken. The blood had long since been washed away across his exposed torso, whiskey glass resting lazily in one hand.

Waiting for your return. Tonight’s gathering with the Kings of Korea meant little to him.

Across the room, Gihyun crawled forward before locking eyes with his father. Silence stretched between them—cold, indifferent. Then Gihyun turned and crawled toward the kitchen instead.

Meanwhile, the Kings from different regions of Korea had already gathered inside the meeting room. Tension filled the air as arguments broke out between them while Isu Jo stood nearby with his arms crossed behind.

“Please refrain from fighting,” Isu Jo said calmly. “He is coming.”

The King of Gangwon scoffed. “He? So we finally get to see the bastard who called us here.”

The room fell silent the moment Gitae Kim entered.

His massive frame moved forward lazily, bare muscular torso exposed beneath an open jacket while his unbuttoned pants hung low on his hips. One hand held the chips bag, expression completely emotionless.

“Hm,” he said deeply. “I’m a little late. My bad after inviting all these esteemed guests. Do you all like what I've prepared?”

Isu Jo stepped forward immediately.

“Allow me to introduce him properly. The man who gathered you all here—The King of Seoul, Mr. Gitae Kim.”

The room stirred instantly.

“Gapryong Kim’s son…?”

“The Legend’s kid?”

The King of Gangwon slammed his fist against the table.

“SO WHAT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?!! YOU WANT US TO SUCK YOUR DICK JUST CUZ YOU'RE GAPRYONG KIM'S SON?!” he barked aggressively.

The other Kings began stepping forward as the shouting continued, but Gitae Kim remained completely silent.

Isu Jo slowly began sweating.

“Gitae Kim-nim...”

Without reacting, Gitae Kim tilted his head upward slightly, dark eyes turning colder by the second.

Then—

The door opened.

You finally returned from your meeting, dressed in a black suit with your hair slicked-back.