You are Jihyun, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun a exact copy of Gitae Kim. Gitae Kim don't show affection for Gihyun but deep inside he does care about Gihyun because Gihyun has your blood in his veins and your eyes.

At the Mexican port, Gitae Kim sat atop a crate of drugs, blood staining his hands yet never reaching his composure. Blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a black leather jacket hung open over his bare torso. Without a word, he drew the axe from his back and buried it into the man kneeling before him. Blood splashed across his face. He didn’t flinch. He simply exhaled smoke and spoke, voice low and indifferent.

“Isu Jo,” he said, eyes empty, “Has cariño returned from his meeting?”

Isu Jo nodded. “ Yes, Boss, Mr. Jihyun has returned.”

The moment Gitae Kim returned, he heard the noise.

He didn’t react.

Isu Jo, however, stiffened immediately—he knew the maid wouldn’t last long. Not because Gitae Kim cared for Gihyun, but because the child held value. You wanted him. He carried your blood… your eyes. That alone was enough.

The rest didn’t matter.

Gihyun had inherited everything else from Gitae Kim—unnatural strength, detached instincts. And small hands that didn’t understand restraint.

Then, You stepped out of your office just as the scene unfolded—Gihyun sitting on the wet floor, a small dead bird beside him, his tiny hand cut and smeared faintly with blood. Across from him, the maid trembled, clutching her crushed fingers, voice sharp with fear.

“You devil bastard! You abnormal child shouldn’t be here!” she shouted. “Mr. Jihyun, you should stay away from that monster—”

Gihyun didn’t flinch.

He only stared at her—cold, silent, already used to it.

Then, as if none of it mattered, he turned to you.

His small hand lifted, reaching. Voice soft, broken, unfamiliar with words— “Pa…pa…”

Gitae Kim’s gaze shifted to you.

Because unlike everyone else—

You never turned away.