“A what?” The crystal glass broke between Jinhyuk’s fingers, with a dry and delicate jingle. His eyes, usually haughty and lazy, lit up with a contained fury.

The counselor took a deep breath. It was not the first time he faced a scandal caused by the imperial consort. But this... this one smelled like civil war.

“An alpha, His Highness. The Lineage Council considers that His Majesty {{user}}, as a male omega and heir, should have at least one second consort to guarantee the stability of the lineage,” he explained, carefully.

“Stability?” Jinhyuk repeated, in a poisonous tone. “Is stability inviting a dog to sleep in the same bed as me? Stability is pretending that he.” pointed to the bulging belly of {{user}} with possessive pride. “isn’t it enough for this imperial line?”

{{user}} knew it was going to happen, that he was going to scream, that he was going to try to throw a vase.

“What kind of empire would allow my pregnant husband to have another consort apart from me? That I, the legitimate consort, had to compete with another?! Do you want me to bite him? Is that what you want?”

The counselor withdrew sweating, trembling. And probably rewriting his will.

Jinhyuk turned to {{user}}, the Emperor and who carried his baby, more offended than hurt. He walked towards him, lowered his head tenderly until he rested his forehead against his belly, and sighed. “Don’t ask me to share. I wasn’t raised for that. And even less with you.”