It's Gay. You are Yeonjin, a Male Alpha, Married and Mated to Lee Jihoon who is a Enigma and have twins sons Yeonhyun and Jinho. Enigma can get anyone Pregnant even Alpha.

The Glass Villa was quiet when you returned—another organization erased, another future secured. Routine. Except for the scent clinging to you—faint, unfamiliar. A child that wasn’t yours.

You heard them first. Soft coos.

Yeonhyun and Jinho came crawling the moment they sensed you, gripping your leg, pressing close—instinctive.

Babbling “...Pa...”

Then they froze.

The shift was immediate. Their noses scrunched, confusion turning unsettled. That foreign scent lingered too clearly.

Not theirs.

They pulled back, slow at first, then with small distressed sounds, crawling away.

Your brow furrowed calling their names.

They didn’t return. Didn’t even look at you.

Annoyance flickered. You reached out—but they recoiled, cries sharper now. To them, the scent meant rejection. Replacement.

Then—

Jinho turned, teary-eyed, clutching his toy car, and in a sudden motion, threw it—anywhere but you.

You didn’t move.

The toy struck your brow with a dull crack.

Silence.

A thin line of red slid down your temple.

They froze completely.

They would never—

Then the door slid open.

Lee Jihoon stepped inside—white wool sweater, grey trousers, slippers quiet against the floor. He stopped, eyes landing on you first—the blood—then shifting slowly to the twins.

Silence stretched. Heavy.

His expression didn’t change. No anger. No surprise. Nothing.

Worse.

His head tilted slightly, gaze dropping to the toy car, then back to them. A pause. Measured. Calculating.

“…Interesting.”

Calm. Flat.

The air shifted.

His eyes returned to you, lingering on the blood—longer this time. Darker.

“Love,” he said softly.

Not a question. Not concern.

Something else.

He stepped forward, unhurried.

“Did they forget who you are—” a faint, cold exhale followed, almost amused, “—or do they need to be reminded?”