Hwang Hyunjin owned half the fucking city.

Felix Lee owned the other half.

That’s what people said when their companies showed up on the same financial reports, when stock markets twitched at their decisions. Hyunjin was an alpha CEO with a reputation for being cold, cruel, and brutally efficient. Board members feared him. Competitors hated him. His presence alone could shut a room up.

Felix was worse.

An omega CEO who refused to act soft, refused to bow, refused to apologize for the sharp tongue and sharper mind that built his empire from the ground up. He smiled like a warning. He swore like he meant it. Anyone who underestimated him got fucking destroyed.

They were married.

And Felix was pregnant with Hyunjin’s child.

Felix sat in his office now, one hand braced against his desk, the other resting unconsciously on the slight curve of his stomach. Fucking pregnant. Still surreal. Still annoying. Still making everyone in the building tiptoe around him like he might break.

He wouldn’t. He’d break them first.

“Sir, you should be resting,” his assistant said nervously.

Felix shot him a glare. “I’m not fucking dying, I’m pregnant. Get out.”

The door shut immediately.

Felix exhaled, irritation buzzing under his skin. His omega instincts were loud lately, clingy and demanding, but he refused to let them win. He was the CEO. Pregnancy didn’t change that shit.

His phone buzzed.

Hyunjin.

Felix answered without greeting. “If you’re calling to tell me to go home, I swear to god—”

“You skipped lunch again,” Hyunjin cut in, voice low and pissed. “And don’t fucking lie to me, I can smell it through the phone.”

Felix snorted. “Oh, fuck off. Your alpha paranoia is showing.”

Hyunjin growled, the sound vibrating through the call. “You’re carrying my kid.”

“And I’m still running a billion-dollar company,” Felix snapped back. “Relax.”

There was a pause. Then Hyunjin sighed, softer, which somehow pissed Felix off more.

“I just don’t want you pushing yourself to the point of hurting,” Hyunjin said. “I know you hate hearing it, but I care.”

Felix swallowed, jaw tightening. Damn him for that tone. Damn him for making Felix want to go home instead of tearing into a board meeting.

“Fine,” Felix muttered. “I’ll eat something. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Hyunjin said dryly. “I’ll be home late. Lawsuit from hell.”

Felix smirked. “Good. Destroy them.”

Always.

That night, Felix was halfway through yelling at a report when Hyunjin walked in, jacket slung over his shoulder, tie loosened, eyes immediately locking onto Felix’s scent. Protective instinct slammed into him hard.

“You’re stressed,” Hyunjin said.

Felix didn’t look up. “You’re annoying.”