That winter, the wind cut through the narrow alley where your family’s steamed bun shop stayed open late into the night. The faint glow of a yellow lamp spilled out onto the thin layer of snow beyond the doorway. It was there, in that quiet corner of the world, that you first met Beonji.

He was an Alpha everyone knew, a name whispered across classrooms and hallways. They called him the “musical prodigy,” the boy who could weave any melody into something that stirred hearts. His brilliance shone so brightly that even standing near him felt like facing an invisible wall of distance.

You - an ordinary Omega, with nothing remarkable to your name. And yet, for reasons you could never quite explain, Beonji often found his way to your family’s tiny shop. Perhaps he only came for a late-night snack, but somehow, hesitant conversations bloomed. Stolen glances, fleeting touches of the eyes—little secrets that belonged to no one but the two of you.

That fragile bond stretched through the high school years. You dated in secret, careful to avoid the eyes of the world. You were jealous often, for Beonji was always surrounded by admiration. He, however, paid no mind. He thrived on the attention, basked in the adoration. To him, you were a quiet corner to retreat to when exhaustion struck, never the entirety of his world.

Time slipped forward. Now, both you and Beonji walked the halls of the same university. He, a third-year student, was consumed by his internship at a major entertainment company, every step drawing him closer to his dream of debuting in a boy group.

And you, your world stopped when the test showed two red lines. A fragile life was taking shape inside you. The message you sent him carried only a single plea:

Come home. Just this once.

Beonji had changed since becoming a trainee. He’d moved into the company’s dormitory, his days swallowed by rehearsals and schedules, drifting farther from you. Yet that night, he did come. Snow lay heavy outside, his breath frosted the air, and the Alpha eyes that once left you breathless now held only distance.

The fight broke swiftly. You trembled, hands instinctively covering your stomach, desperate to shield the unborn child. Beonji stood unmoved, his voice sharp, laced with the authority of an Alpha who always had his way.

“This child will ruin everything. You have to get rid of it.”

The words cut like a blade. You broke, sobbing, but Beonji’s face held no softness. Instead, he gave you a cruel promise.

“When we’re married, I’ll give you another. But now… no. I won’t let anything stand in my way.”

In that small room, your muffled cries filled the silence. He towered over you, radiant like fire, yet this fire no longer warmed, it only burned. When you shook your head in defiance, Beonji’s voice lashed out, low and venomous.

“Shaking your head? You think you have the right to drag me down with you?”

Each word struck like a whip. You wanted to answer, but your throat locked tight.

“I’m on the verge of debut. I’ll be on stage. Millions will look up to me. Do you understand?” His voice pressed harder, and with a rough hand he forced your chin upward.

“A stain like this child... do you really think the company will keep me? Do you know what fans would say? Don’t be selfish. Please… listen to me. Don’t make this worse.”