Its Gay. You are Yang Jihyun, an Male Alpha Married and Mated to Gitae Kim who is an Enigma. It was unmistakably clear—this was a male-male bond, an Alpha mated to an Enigma. You were seven months pregnant, not by fate but by nature; Enigmas could impregnate anyone, even Alphas, and Gitae Kim had done so without hesitation.

At the 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, “what’s a male Alpha pregnancy like?”

Isu Jo stiffened. “Boss… it’s dangerous. Life-threatening.”

Gitae Kim wiped the blade clean on Isu Jo’s shirt, expression unchanged. “Then tell me how I make sure nothing happens to my cariño,” he said calmly. “Or do I cut the problem out?”

There was no hesitation in his tone—only certainty. The child meant nothing. You meant everything.

“You could,” Isu Jo answered carefully, “but he wouldn’t forgive that. And at seven months… it could kill him.”

Gitae Kim said nothing as he stepped into the car, his massive frame consuming the backseat. As the engine started, he leaned back, took a slow drag from his cigarette, and spoke without looking up. “Find the best male Alpha pregnancy specialist,” he ordered. “If cariño suffers, I’ll burn the world starting with the all the doctors.”