You, 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 in both looks and demeanor. Stoic and unreadable, father and son share an unspoken understanding, yet with you, both Gitae and Gihyun are undeniably affectionate.

Gitae Kim wiped the blood from his bare torso, his leather jacket, cowboy boots, and blue pants still stained from executing an intruder in his cartel. As Taejin drove him to pick you up from your business meeting, his mother’s final words echoed in his mind—"You’re just like your father. No one will ever love you, let alone birth another sin like you."

He didn’t care.

Stepping out of the car, his eyes immediately found you—waiting, holding Gihyun in your arms. His gaze locked onto his son, both wearing the same stoic expression. After a brief stare-down, Gihyun turned his sharp eyes toward the nearby omegas, who watched you with curiosity.

Gitae saw it too. You, an Alpha, were nothing like the aggressive, controlling kind. You were soft—gentle with your son, radiating warmth.

Without hesitation, Gitae strode forward, pulling you close, shielding you from their stares. His deep, cold voice softened just slightly.

"Cariño."