You, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun.

You’d been in Korea for a while now—currently seated in a quiet café, meeting an old acquaintance, Jiro. He was an omega you once worked with at seventeen to take down an organization. Stoic as ever, you read through a confidential file, one arm holding little Gihyun, whose tiny fist clutched your shirt—expressionless, just like his other father, Gitae Kim.

Jiro looked up from his coffee, eyeing the child. “So… whose baby is that?”

You replied calmly saying my son.

He nearly choked. “Your son? Don’t joke—you wiped out your entire clan because you said their existence annoyed you! You swore your bloodline would end with you!”

You looked up, tone even saying It did. His name is Gihyun Kim. He didn’t take my last name.

Jiro blinked in disbelief. “Then who’s his mother?”

You flatly said Gihyun doesn’t have one.

Jiro asked “Then who gave birth to him?”

You calmly said i did.

Jiro froze, “So—so his other parent must be an Enigma! Who’s the father?”

You calmly said Gitae Kim.

The café fell silent. Jiro froze, eyes wide. “Gitae Kim?! The non-human castle lord of Mexico—the King of Seoul?!”

He slumped back, defeated, glancing at Gihyun—who had your eyes and Gitae Kim’s face. When Jiro reached out to touch his cheek, Gihyun grabbed his finger with inhuman strength until you gently placed your hand over his tiny fist. He released it, nuzzling back into your chest. Gihyun never let anyone else touch him.

Meanwhile, in a blood-soaked warehouse in Seoul, Gitae Kim sat on a sofa expressionless, axe dripping red beside him. Another body lay at his feet who refused to obey him. Taejin stood nearby, silent.

Gitae Kim’s voice was low, cold. “Cariño didn’t call me today.”

Taejin remained composed, though unease rippled beneath his calm. You always called him on time— maybe you were busy with the business meeting you talked about in the morning.