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Sieun didn't make it to a mass fight that day.
And he didn't make it home either.

The meeting with Seongje did not go as expected. It was far from what was planned and drastically, horrifyingly different even from what Sieun was afraid of.
He recalls the last scene vividly, where he felt a tight grasp around his abdomen and saw Seongje grinning at him.

His imposing figure loomed above while two of his lackeys restrained Sieun with an exaggerated grip. In most cases, Seongje did not include others in his fights. He took pleasure in being the main character in a performance. But now…

He was reinsuring.

His usual nonchalant appearance was gone. Instead, jaw clenched tight, legs like a spring, fists drawn and withdrawn. He was excited like a child seeing his long-awaited Christmas gift. Sieun grown used to that kind of reaction from him. In his eyes, it was nothing but the echo of a bruised ego — Seongje still couldn’t let go of his loss, and it made him restless every time their paths crossed.

Seongje clicked his tongue, annoyed.

"Tie his hands with a rope, he is a feisty one".

It was his chance. He just needs one of his hands free and then he can elbow one of the minions behind him and break free. Maybe he could use his legs but they didn’t recover well from last fight. And he, most importantly, needs to run away from here. He lost quite energy from previous struggling and still, he hopes he has some remain in his body.

When one of the minions stepped away, to find a rope obviously, Sieun didn’t wait to be caught in vice again and tried to elbow the guy behind him.

Seongje was here and he was faster. But, instead of usual and awaited punch right in his guts he just caught him in his embrace. Sieun froze in shock, even Seongje minion dropped his hand and stepped away.

And when Sieun’s brain seemed to start function again and he started to trash in Seongje grip, the man started to talk.

“Don’t even think about it, omega.”

Icy wave of goosebumps went through Sieun’s body. He was fucked.

For him, it was convenient to pretending to be a beta. He wouldn’t lie; there was pros and cons in being omega too. You’re protected; your school lunches are already paid, and no one lays a finger on you. But…Sieun knew the other side of this charity. Alphas wouldn’t do courting for nothing. In the end, the bravest always asks omega out. And if omega refuses, it… ends badly. So, Sieun decided to keep his gender in secret; so, there wouldn’t any reason for some alpha to come and ask him about his “debt”. But it seems, in the end, all of this was useless.

Sieun’s trashing became even more aggressive. Seongje was bigger, stronger and unlike Sieun, didn’t hide his second gender. He was an alpha, well-known, strong and high on the food chain.

And there was nothing to Sieun to use against him, nothing to trick or distract. Even his pen was left forgotten on his school desk.

Fully aware that Sieun cannot exit the building without his consent, Seongje continued to speak.

“How long did you plan to keep this hidden, huh? You’re lucky I find out it first and not some of dirty dogs you like to clash with.”

Seongje stopped talking. Sieun focused all of his attention on cracks of floor. He knew that situation was hopeless, so he decided not to react to the cruel performance Alpha was playing. He’d already learned it was safer to stay still. He drifted inward, imagining he wasn’t there at all — just a shadow watching someone else suffer in his place.

Seongje lifted his face by the chin, making Sieun to look him in the eyes.

“Nothing to say? What, thinking about your sick little friend?”

He knew. He knew the bastard was doing it on purpose — because nothing angered him more than indifference.

Knew it, and still couldn’t hold himself back.

He has to hurry; he only needs Seongje to move away, and even a brief moment can offer him a chance.

In that instant, Sieun delivered a blow to his gut using his leg.

Well, he tried.

But Seongje wasn’t in the mood for games. He just caught his leg and pulled him close, their bodies locking together.

The smell hit hard — iron, cigarettes, and a hint of citrus, too vivid to ignore. He didn’t remember it ever being this strong. Was it a sign his rut was near? Now all his nervousness and twitchiness made sense.

He leaned in close to Sieun's face and whispered.

"Another dumb move like this and I'll shatter your leg"

Sieun stopped his movements and stood still. He knew Seongje wasn’t joking.

“I’m not going to lose all night to talking so I’m gonna get straight to the point. Pretty omega like you shouldn’t live a life like this. Battered, bruised and unowned. Protecting everyone and losing your health when you are the one who needs protection.”

Sieun wanted to laugh in his face. What a hypocrite. Without people like him, he wouldn't have anyone to fight with.

Meanwhile, Seongje continued his confession nobody asked for.

“Everything in my nature rises against it. Omegas should care, not protect. They should care about family,” Seongje began, but his voice trailed off. “About pups.”

Sieun’s heart sank. Was he a madman? What was he talking about? Sieun long ago understood that Seongje called him here just to humiliate in front of his underlings but this was too much. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

A cold unease crawled down his spine.

“So, I’m giving you a choice. Either you are going with me. Willingly. And you are old enough to know what is coming next. Or, I’m going to share your secret between these shitheads. And believe me, they’re not going to be as patient as me”

Sieun wished this was just a nightmare. Wished he could wake up, pinch himself, run to the hospital and talked to Suho, but…
hands, strong and heavy, was present around him.

Caging and suffocating.

Seongje took his hands in his own. His battle-hardened fingers traced gently over his knuckles. Gentleness from him was scarier than hurtful punches.

Sieun’s voice broke out shuddering and hushed.

“Why are you doing this to me? Just why… If it’s about the fight, if you need to make yourself feel better, go ahead — hit me, drag your friends in. Do whatever. But stop talking like this. Please.”

Seongje laughed for the first time this evening. His usual, loud and crazy laugh filled the space of the room, making his minions to tense. His laugh wasn’t a good sign.

He didn’t like that Sieun was rejecting him.

“Baby, I’m hurt. What, my punches are better than my kisses?”

Suddenly, his gentleness gone, like someone inside his head turned switches. His hand grabbed Sieun’s chin roughly.

“One last time. Are you going with me or staying with guys?”

Sieun tried to play cool.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Seongje smiled wider. His grin became truly terrifying.

“You think you know me? Believe me, I did things far worse than organizing a little gang mating for a bunch of guys. You know shit.”

Seongje seemed hurt and Sieun didn’t even understand how could he act hurt in this situation. He really was sick.

“So, hard choice. Okay. Hwan, get over here."

With all his might, Sieun attempted to break free. It can’t be real.
Guy walked to them. Seongje’s arms tightened, refusing to let him escape. Alpha's hands took his head and stroked his head.

“Behave, or you’ll get hurt. Hold him still.” Arms around him close harder. Sieun winces from pain in his bones.

A sudden sting pierced his neck — sharp, cold, and terrifyingly precise. His breath caught as the world tilted, sound fading into a dull, distant roar.  With each second, he can feel like he becomes weightless, soaring. Without any thoughts or problems, his head is empty. He feels like all his senses are repeating themselves in a loop. His body seems as if he is both in stasis but at the same time as if he is about to burst from the heat and pressure inside his veins.

Everything went dark.
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Awakening was rough and unpleasant. He almost wished he’d never wake up. Not like this.

He was on fire. His body felt alien, limbs dragging, sore, refusing to obey. He couldn’t’t even lift a finger. The world around him blurred into a mess of sounds and shapes; he couldn’t summon the strength to think, let alone come up with a plan.

He was naked already.

Suddenly, a massive weight lunged at him, like a predator pouncing on its prey.

It was Seongje.

In the dark all Sieun could see was the shine of his canines. Long and sharp. His developed fangs showed that the alpha had reached sexual maturity and could mark an omega. The law of the marks was strange, but simple: if you somehow missed that moment and ended up with someone’s mark, there was no way to remove it. Even if it was made forcefully.

Sieun just didn’t understand why. Why it has to be him.

His mouth was dry. Summoning all his strength, he spoke:

“Why…why me?”

Seongje laughed loudly, shaking his head in disbelief.

He caught his head suddenly as if wanted to to command all his attention.

“Can’t you feel it? From the moment I sniffed your scent I knew you were mine. And, as you can see, I hurried to bring it all to life as soon as possible. You can thank me later.” Seongje winked at him.

“You are sick” Sieun croaked out. He tried to trash beneath the alpha but all he could manage was to fidget a little, like a caterpillar. The alpha’s gaze lingered on him with lazy amusement — like a sated predator watching the futile struggles of its trapped prey.

“Oh, but I’m actually not. I planned everything long time ago. All alphas in my bloodline kidnapped their omegas. It’s kind of family tradition. And I don’t need some whiny clingy bitch; I need someone who will make a decent pair to me. Someone, who can handle.” He didn’t clarify what exactly. Him, his craziness or union dirty business.

Seongje continues, watching him intently, catching every flicker of emotion.

“If I were the “sick one,” like you said…, I would fuck you in front of union dogs. But I decided to be a gentleman. I brought you home.”

While still talking, Seongje’s knee started grinding slow circles onto his pussy. Sieun felt new suffocating wave of heat washed over him.

He tried to close his legs but didn’t have enough strength even for that.

Trying to contain his moans, Sieun started to bite his lips instead. Still, little pathetic whines and gasps filled the air soon.
Seongje saw the blood on his lips but didn’t stop.

Flustered, he blurted out the first question that popped into his head — and it was a really stupid one.

“W-what kind of family does things like this?” Tongue was heavy and didn’t listen to him.

“Oh, poor you, you don’t know.”

He drawled with cruel softness, a parody of concern twisting his tone. Alpha’s eyes were heavy on Sieun, he could literally feel the weight of his gaze onto his body.

Like a butterfly pinned to a board, he could only tremble and stare.

“The head of the union. Like real one.”

He went quiet, watching horror and despair creep over the boy’s face like a shadow swallowing the light.

“They are here actually. Waiting of the end of claiming. They want to celebrate, you know”

Sieun felt nausea rising up his throat. They’re going to celebrate him being claimed and bred against his will. And he doesn’t know if he even has a chance to get out of this house. If Seongje is going to let him go somewhere at all.

Unaware of the turmoil inside Sieun, Seongje went on.

“You can say hi to omma after we done. He’s been pissing me off with all his talk about grandkids and family, so he’d go nuts as hell from joy.”

He murmured, his voice a quiet warning:

“I know you can handle them and won’t make a show, right?”

Sieun realized that there where people so, maybe, he can show them he was brought here by forced. They’ll help him.

With all the remaining strength in his lungs, he screamed.

And… nothing happened.

They knew from the start that he was here against his will.

Seongje just laughed.

“You can scream all you want. They know you are here.”

“I want them to understand I was brought here by force.” A single tear clung to the corner of his eye; he wiped it away with quiet fury. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re funny. Baby, you can and will scream all you want. You look so helpless when screaming, so cute. I feel like I’m...” He babbled, breathless and disjointed, like an overexcited child who couldn’t contain himself.

He could see the other holding back — fists clenching and unclenching, jaw locked, teeth gnashing. The short reprieve was a relief, but he knew all too well that soon, it would start. Truly.

Sieun felt he didn’t have much time left and opened his mouth again.

And then he felt it. Slick, heavy with his natural scent, started to stain the sheets. He immediately wanted to shrink away, to escape. He felt embarrassed. Scared.

He thought they drugged him with a sleeping pill, but it was worse. Heat inducer.

Alpha’s knee stopped moving.

Seongje’s already wild eyes twisted with arousal. The brown of his irises was completely swallowed by black pupils. He looked terrifying.

He pounced on him like a madman. Sieun tried to claw his face, but Seongje just caught his wrists in one hand and gripped his face with another.

The kiss was brutal. Hard and relentless, canines scrapping all over his lips while tongue violently breached Sieun’s mouth.

Seongje consumed all of his senses — the only thing he could see, hear, or feel was him.

He needed more oxygen. He felt dizzy all over his head but Seongje wouldn’t relent.

Seems like he considered his weakness as a consent.

Sieun wondered how he had so much oxygen for someone nonstop smoking.

He felt like he needed to remind the alpha how cruelly and inhumanly he acted, because he knew that soon, unbearable desire would fill him completely. And once he was marked, sooner or later, his feelings for Seongje would surface.

Like his omma said you can’t do anything about nature.

“You’re cruel” Sieun croaked out.

Seongje drew back slowly, bringing his hands up to cradle his face.

“You are the one cruel here. I proposed to you and you said it would be better if I beat you. You never even noticed me trying to get your attention. Or me at all. All you cared about was that pathetic beta.”

He changed tone like he was describing something that was making him mad.

“Think how long would it be before some thug will mark you in one of the fights that you’re always so keen on joining? I’m giving you a gift.”

Knowing there was no escape, Sieun resolved to strike at the alpha’s ego with everything he had.

“A gift nobody wanted? What, are you impotent?”

Seongje huffed out a laugh, smugness still all over his face.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough”

His smile told Sieun that this was a stupid joke. Joke that would cost him something soon.

Okay, maybe Sieun was already regreting his boldness.

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Seongje's hands were skilled.

Skilful and methodical, the movements his fingers were making left Sieun a trembling mess. Lewd and squelching sounds filled the space of the dark room. Sieun still couldn't see anything and because of that the sensations coursing through his body were unbearable. Because everything he could do is to let himself feel. And let Seongje do everything he wants to do to him.

A shudder rolled through him, raw and unstoppable, like a wave breaking from deep inside.  He was close and Seongje knew it, intensifying his ministrations.

"Seongje, s-stop, p-please." He mumbled out, while sensations almost won against embarrassment. He was afraid to lose control, to stop thinking.

Because he can't stop thinking when he with Seongjie, he always needs some back up plan.

"Shh, you need to relax. You need to let it go, right? You feel good, baby?"

He felt good, like, the word "good" wasn't enough to describe how all off his senses were overwhelmed with bliss.

He touched himself sometimes, yet it feels different when another person holds power over you.

He wished he didn't know Seongje family was here. It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back.

Seongje pinched his clit suddenly.

"I asked you, do you feel good?" Seongje asked, but didn't stop.

"No, I..." Seongje didn't let him to finish sentence.

He speeds up his motions and Sieun, exhausted from previous events couldn’t hold himself back. He lost control.

His body shook violently, twisting in Seongje's hands. Loud moan broke free, betraying everything he was trying to hide.

A thrill of electricity ran over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His toes wouldn’t loosen, stiff with tension.

He was floating.

Seongje hovered over his hips like a beast as Sieun, dazed and disoriented, struggled to come back to himself. He started lapping his juices like a starving man, not missing a single drop. Oversensitive from his previous orgasm, Sieun tried to push him back with his foot, but alpha didn’t even react, just squeezed his flanks tighter and Sieun winced in pain. He didn’t pierce his skin with claws but his strength was already enough to scare Sieun about his organ’s condition.

Seongje drew back from his hips, savouring the taste with a satisfied lick of his lips, a smirk playing on his face.

"You needed it, yeah? My baby needed to relax."

He gave him time to him come back to his senses while admiring Sieun’s dripping hole closely.

“Don’t need any lube, perfect.” Seongje said mischievously, meeting Sieun’s eyes.

While Seongje’s eyes, despite the obvious arousal reflected in the dilated pupils, still held their usual arrogant, audacious gleam, Sieun’s eyes were lost and brimming with tears. He looked broken. And Seongje would be lying if he said this wasn’t his favourite sight.

Seongje fingers reached Sieun’s pussy again.

Sensitive, Sieun tried to escape his hands.

Seongje just caught him and pressed his weight against him.

Siuen whined in embarrassment, overstimulated. From sensations, from overwhelming scent of an alpha in front of him. From drug, circulating through his blood and filling him with feelings and desires that wasn’t his own.

He inserted two fingers at once.

Sieun hissed from pain, pleasure slowly leaving his body and giving a space to soreness. He needed everything and in the same time he wanted to to disappear right there.

Seongje seemed to lose patience and so his gentleness.

He fingerfucked him again, roughly and thoroughly this time, not playing but preparing Sieun for himself.

While his fingers were stretching him, scissoring him thoroughly, Seongje bent over his face and started to kiss him again. Sieun, still sluggish from climax, wasn’t trashing anymore, but wasn’t responsive either. Which seemed to be enough for Seongje because he was licking him all over his face like an overexcited puppy. Sieun was literally wet from all of the spit smeared around his face from Seongje’s licking. But alpha looked brimming with joy – his spit marked Sieun with his scent.

He felt almost calm. Before Seongje moved down to his neck. And then time stopped.

His scent gland was here.

His literal future was here, in Seongje's hands.

Seongje traced his neck with his lips, gently sucking and nipping on his scent gland. Sieun shuddered from stimulation and fear. He, like any other omega, was oversensitive here. Just one step divided him from belonging to Seongje completely. After the bite, something changes in omega’s physiology. They become pliant, obedient. Happy in their own way. Sieun was afraid to become something like this. Oblivious and submissive, catching every command and whim that fell from the alpha’s lips as if they were law.

Alpha drew back slightly, looking at him with his rare gaze—serious, and thus all the more menacing.

“You know there is no way back from here, right? You’re going to be mine.” He didn’t add “one way or another” but Sieun felt it nonetheless. That alpha is not going to relent.

He didn’t understand why alpha was asking him such a question as if he had any say in this situation.

“What’s this, a guilty conscience? Trying to make it seem like I agreed to this? As if you ever gave me a choice.” Sieun couldn’t control his tongue. He understood perfectly why he was trying to anger an alpha but logically, he was making his situation worse.

Seongje smiled cruelly, but Sieun saw like something deep under façade of smugness cracked. He didn’t like to be reminded that Sieun was here against his will.

“No, I don’t feel guilty.” He inserted a third finger.

Sieun feel beyond full, didn’t used to this kind of sensations. Seongje fingers was stretching him, scissoring his insides with medical precision.

He wanted Sieun to take his knot so the bond will take the root.

The movements, slow at first, gradually picked up speed, bringing warmth and pleasant sensations.

Seongje’s fingers moved deeper inside him, changing the angle.

A couple of minutes later, without slowing his movements, he added,

“I don’t feel guilty. I just want you to understand that your life is about to change. And you’ll be under my control. Under my responsibility.”

He slowly withdrew his fingers. 

Sieun felt bulbous head of his cock grinding against his clit. He whimpered.

To imagine that soon Seongje would be inside him…

He was obviously big. Seongje was tall, well-formed and older than him. It shouldn’t surprise him.

And yet, the realization that he would soon be free to do anything he wanted to him made his whole-body tense and instinctively clench.

“I’ll be gentle. As long as you behave.”

Were the last words before Seongje entered him. 

Surprisingly, it wasn’t painful. Not pleasant either, but bearable. He could handle it, Sieun thinks, he’s been through things far more painful and far worse…

And then Seongje moved deeper. And deeper.

To be fair, he was really trying to be gentle. He gave Sieun time to get used to the feeling of fullness each time he pushed forward. His hands, hot on Sieun's body, stroked his thighs greedily.

"You are so soft". Seongje said amazed. Like he couldn't believe that this was real, that pliant omegan body under him was the same tough guy he was fighting with not so long ago.

"So small." alpha murmured softly.

Like he needed to remind himself how delicate Sieun truly was.

He squeezed his thighs impatiently, kneading his body like a dough. His hands were too big on Sieun’s small body. Just now, when alpha was towering over him, Sieun realized how far bigger he was, how much stronger he was.

It amazed him that just a short while ago he’d actually managed to defy him.

Meanwhile, his cock kept pushing further, filling every inch of him.

Enchanted, Seongje placed his hand on his tummy touching himself through that barely-there layer of skin. Feeling like his dick was slowly making his way inside him, shaping him for Seongje and only. He smiled softly, fantasizing how soon…soon there will be life. A beating of a little heart inside Sieun.

Pregnancy would suit him so well. It will soften all his sharp edges.

Sieun's whole body shuddered at the rush of new sensations. Seongje chuckled, pushing deeper.

His pelvis pressed against Sieun.

He sank into him completely.

For such an unstable lunatic, he was showing a surprising amount of restraint.

Seongje began thrusting slowly.

His weight crashed against his smaller body, pinning him with his body outside and with his cock deep inside him.

"Shit, you're too tight. Sieun-ah, come on, relax a little..." Seongje said sweetly, coaxing.

Sieun tried, he really tried, but all of the sensations were so new and bizarre that he couldn't do anything.

Heat from the drug was making him crave all of the closeness, all of the fulness and more but his inexperienced body was still tense. His omegan side was strong, but his conscious, controlling side was stronger. He was wondering, what Seongje is going to do about it?

Seongje seemed to know an answer from the start.

“I wanted this moment to be special. To leave it for the very end.” Sadness flickered in his voice.

He traced his scent gland with his fingers warningly.

“But you leave me no choice.”

He loomed over his neck, fangs nipping at his scent gland experimentally.

“You are truly amazing. Fighting against drug in your blood like this…” He whispered empathetically, like, somehow, he was pitying omega under him.

Sieun suddenly found it hard to breathe. Air barely reached his lungs, making it hard to focus on his thoughts and sensations. He felt herself spiralling out of control.

Seeing him in torment, Seongje decided to hasten Sieun’s adaptation. His fangs glinted again in the darkness of the room. Sharp, they pierced the tender skin of the gland, filling the omega’s body with searing sensations. Sieun whimpered in pain, struggling to pull Seongje’s fangs away, but Seongje, seemingly maddened, froze in place. Precious drops of blood trickled down the omega’s chest but he didn’t care.

Finally, Sieun was his.

Sieun slipped away, mind folding into nothingness.

When he awoke, every cell in his body was drenched in bliss.

Warmth spread through his veins—not the scorching fire of before, but a gentle, enveloping heat that wrapped around him.

Seongje was already thrusting inside him in a steady rhythm, his gaze not leaving his face for a second. He smiled, bending closer and bestowing heartfelt kisses on his mouth and his eyes.

Seongje sensed the difference in his scent and calmed a little. His touches were gentler, voice softer and quieter.

He wasn’t conquering resisting omega anymore – he was making love to Sieun.

Powerful thrusts made his sack slap against Sieun’s clit, making omega gasp in pleasure. Waves of pleasure surged through his body with each thrust. He was moaning loudly and happily, freely and uncontrollably. Not like a hour ago, when every fiber inside his soul was against it.

It felt like he belongs right there. Like his true place was under Seongje, like all that mattered now was one thing: being a good omega for him.

They weren’t looking like abuser and victim anymore – they looked like lovers.

Seongje was dragging Sieun in sync with his thrusts like a puppet and soon enough the only sound that came out of his mouth was constant “Seongje” filled with love and adoration.

He came again, clenching on his cock, but Seongje didn’t think to stop.

He tried to reason an alpha to give him some time.

“Seongje, please…” He murmured softly, touching alpha’s arm.

That was all he could manage.

And it seemed that alpha misunderstood him.

His needy voice thwarted the last shreds of alpha’s composure and Seongje began literally stick unresisting omega onto his cock with animalistic force, while Sieun was pathetically mewling beneath him.

Rock hard, his cock was carving, molding its shape inside Sieun. Sieun didn’t notice the moment when he started to thrust himself back, meeting alpha’s drives in halfway.

Seongje chuckled, purring in his ear:

“So eager, yeah? My little omega enjoying himself?”

“Yeah…” Sieun answered, pliant and compliant. He wasn’t ignoring alpha anymore. Instead, all of his attention was focused on Seongje. He caught every reaction, every world, every flicker of his gaze. All he could recall was Seongje. Everyone else had ceased to matter.

Seongje hummed, seemingly drunk on Sieun’s obliviousness and eagerness.

“Do you love me?” He asked suddenly, slowing his thrusts.

Sieun’s mind was deep in haze.

He didn’t even register what alpha was asking at first.

Love…

World so loud and poetic, so deep and tragic. His meaning was so far from the situation they were both currently in.

But Seongje wanted to receive his love so much. He came on drastic measures for it. He did awful deeds to make Sieun his.

Sieun didn’t know what will come tomorrow. How they are going to look into each other’s eyes. How his body is going to hurt.

But right now, Sieun felt blissed and happy.

“I love you.” omega murmured shyly, averting to look Seongje in the eyes.

Taken by surprise and not expecting that answer, Seongje pushed deep inside him and froze.

Hot liquid flood Sieun’s insides slowly. Seongje semen filled him to the brim.

At the back of his mind Sieun could recall that he was afraid of that moment in the past.

But now, he didn’t understand why. It felt so right.

Seongje was growing bigger inside him and Sieun, in discomfort, tried to drew back, but Seongje didn’t let him. He found his still raw and bloody gland and bit him again.

Even in his dizzy mind Sieun understands that it will look awfully messy tomorrow.

Seongje slowly lifted him into his arms and settled him onto his lap.

He hid his face inside Sieun’s neck but withdrew his fangs.

His hands, still hot, touched Sieun’s spine gently. He tried to comfort him.

He even purred.

Omega inside Sieun peered happily through the layers of self-control. It was a big rarity for alphas, especially for some unruly and crazy alpha like Seongje.

Alphas purred when they needed to comfort their omegas. But it was usually common among long-term couples.

Seemed like Seongje had long felt that Sieun belonged to him.

The painful sensations slowly subsided; knot firmly chained him to the purring alpha and didn’t let even a single drop leak out.

As the omega nestled in his arms began to drift into a well-deserved sleep, Seongjie whispered softly:

“I love you too, Sieun.”

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Seongje never was a gentle person.

A concept of softness was far from him throughout his childhood and youth. He wasn’t raised in hunger or neglect, no. Walls of his house was thick, but… it was cold sometimes.

His mother — soft, timid, and always trying to give him everything she had — would sometimes drift elsewhere. In those moments, her eyes told him she was living in another life entirely. One without Seongje. One without his father.

He wondered why until, when he was old enough, his father said that he stole her away. He swore to Seongje she loved him just as much as he did, but Seongje was old enough to read the room and understand that something was off. He tried to make a joke from it later, but Seongje saw his mother’s reaction to understand it was a truth.

He didn’t know how to feel about it. It definitely was crazy and awful, but… He wouldn’t be here. Life his mother was living was almost perfect. Doting husband, which brings all imaginable luxuries into their house, personal bodyguard (deep down, he wasn’t sure if they shielded her from danger — or prevented her from fleeing it) and curious pup always at her feet, utterly devoted to her.

And most of the time, it looked like she did love him. And his father too.

He didn’t know if he could ever justify what his father had done.

Until he met Yeon Sieun.

Seongje was a volatile man — unpredictable, quick to flare.

He was already neck down in family business at the age of seventeen. Still, he avoided most of the responsibility and his father let it slide because he loved his only son too much.

When truth about how exactly specific the family business Seongje couldn’t really say he was all that surprised. He saw how deeply people bowed to his father for it just to be a boss-subordinate relationship. He also sometimes noticed that beneath the softness in his mother’s eyes, a flicker of fear lingered when she was looking at her husband.

Seongje didn’t judge his father — after all, he did everything for his family and his people. The power he held in his hands fascinated him. The thought that one day that power would pass to him both thrilled and terrified him.

No wonder it became routine for him to approach strangers with his fists raised.

There weren't exceptions. Fights always gone smooth, thanks to his father who taught him how to fight in bloody way. Not because he wanted to make it hurt but because he loved him too much to let someone hurt him. He wanted to make sure Seongje knew how to stand up for himself. And damn, he did. Most people knew him for his fighting skills and his ability to hold his ground — long before they knew him as the heir of the “Union.” He kept his status in the shadows, letting others do the heavy lifting — and his father let him. For now.

But still, his bloody reputation preceded him. And some guys were smart enough to sense that something was off, considering he always got away with everything.

He was perfectly fine with his knuckles being stained red almost every day. No guilt. No remorse. Nothing.

So, it was quite strange, when he was cornering a newbie, he felt a pinch of sympathy deep inside his heart.

Shoulders squared, chest pushed forward, nostrils flaring with adrenaline.

So tiny.

He thought to make a joke from the guy, maybe scare him to pissing himself. Make photos and send to his friends maybe. He did it sometimes when he was in especially bad mood.

It was funny at first.

Until Seongje felt how his cock twitched inside his pants. Just from an image that guy in front of him will be a shuddering and wet mess.

The thought of someone else seeing him like this angered him in seconds. It was a sight for him only.

Hot wave of arousal seared through his core. Seongje nostrils flared, trying to smell some scent.

Nothing.

And still…

He wanted to mount him right there, in a public bathroom. He didn’t give a fuck that he was knowing him like, for three minutes only.

He felt hot, fevered even. And it definitely wasn’t by the fight.

Instead, it was by the sight of a defiant guy in front of him. Which, from the first glance, was a beta. Omegas usually won't fight like this. They knew their place from the start.

Truth is, Seongje really didn't give a fuck who he was fucking. There were omegas, betas, even few alphas. It was the same for him with everyone.

He wasn't considering second gender nor fighting nor fucking. He wasn't cooing to omegas and wasn't lenient to betas' weak health either.

Posture weak, big eyes sparkling with defiance but...Deep inside, there was fear. Seongje seen it many times. He knew the side effect of his presence - it was fear.

But still, something was off. He didn't want to show this guy his place in the usual bloody and violent way.

He wanted to chase him. To make him. submit. Alpha inside him, usually silent and apathetic to everything but fights roared with new kind of emotions and feelings. With want to possess.

It scared him honestly. Scared so much he decided to go away from this place and leave this guy alone.

Seongje needed to breath some fresh air. Maybe it was just his imagination.

He made a photo on his phone to give it to some underlings just in case and rushed out off the bathroom leaving shocked guy alone.

His first thought was that he just needed to get laid. Blow off some steam, catch some pretty brat and do with him whatever he wants too. There weren’t any limits. Usual program for an alpha without pair.

He knew some clubs that work under his father. It was convenient – they knew who he was and didn’t ask any questions.

But it didn’t help.

He thought that maybe he was just tired of familiar faces and needs something new.

It didn’t help either.

He was on the verge of despair, when, while he was coming inside some thick ass, Sieun’s face surfaced inside his mind.

His hands shook. Even omega understood that something was wrong and hurriedly ran away.

Seongje walked to the balcony, head heavy. Cold autumn air brushed against his face, sobering him a little.

Seongje just can’t.

He is lost.

He can’t even imagine what to do in a situation like this. When someone starts to live in your head without asking. When your dreams are filled with someone else’s face so many times, you wake up feeling frustrated that person isn’t there.

Seongje wasn’t someone suited for love. Or relationship. Fuck, even his father kidnapped his mother in their youth.

He doesn’t know how to interact in a healthy way; he doesn’t have an example.

And most important, he wasn’t someone patient.

Even his guys noticed that something was off. He became nervous, cigarette constantly in his hand and one word was enough for him to jump on some unfortunate soul.

Sieun’s absence near him was maddening.

He doesn’t want to settle down yet, it’s true.

But he wanted to feel his presence, heat radiating from his body. Wanted for his big teary eyes to look only at him. He wants it now, and he wanted it yesterday and the day before.

He didn’t even care who he was, beta or omega. What matters most is that his alpha recognized him as his omega.

He recalled the way Sieun was looking at him, disgusted. He knew Sieun wouldn’t even look at a thug like Seongje in a romantic way. He was too… decent for that. They got off on the wrong foot. Unfortunately, his bad reputation got ahead of him. And for the first time in his life Seongje felt a shame for being the way he was. Pure chaos wrapped in human skin.

It felt like Sieun was like a karmic punishment for his sins. Like someone wanted to remind him that he was just a human.

And his curse was love.

He realized it was love when Sieun stabbed his foot with a pen and instead of anger Seongje felt euphoria. Because at that moment, he was looking at him, and only him.

He really lost it.

His head throbbed from how hard he tried to get his attention. Never in his life had he gone to such lengths for anyone. He sent bouquets to his house and made his lackeys slip boxes of chocolates into his school locker, but it was all in vain.

He tried to be normal, to do it the right way.

Everything ended up in the trash.

Fuck, he even told Baekjin to stop terrorizing Eunchang and let them catch a break.

At first, he thought the other somehow knew it was his doing. But then he realized it was simply his way of playing the game.

He’s not interested in courting. Sieun avoids alphas.

His focus was on only two things: his schoolwork and the idiots he looked after like a mother hen—throwing himself into fights for them without a second thought. The way their hands lingered on his shoulders made his fists clench uncontrollably.

There was also one obstacle that made twitch Seongje’s eye especially hard – mysterious beta, bound to a hospital bed. He didn’t want to feel jealousy to someone in coma, but fuck he did.

It’s okay, tough. Seongje wasn’t one to give up easily.

For the past two weeks he was tailing behind the guy, keeping tabs on him after school and in the evenings. He didn’t trust anyone with it, and he didn’t want anyone following his Sieun.

Sometimes, when he felt bold and wanted to tease him, he would appear nearby and stroll around as if they were friends on a walk. He looked irritated, but silently endured him by his side all the way home. He wondered why he didn’t ask some help from his alpha friends. He would enjoy showing off in front of him by making Baku to gag in his own blood.

One day he decided he had enough.

He blocked his way.

He tried to lock eyes with other, but Sieun just dropped his gaze.

“Sieun, I want to talk.” There was not a hint of a smirk in his voice. He was serious.

He responded hurriedly, as if his answer had been ready all along.
“Go away. I don't want any trouble.”

Nervous, Seongje blowed a cigarette. Sieun was still standing in front of him, looking anywhere but Seongje.

“Fuck, look at me Sieun. You know I’m trailing behind you like some lost puppy for a while. You don’t even…”

Sieun cut him off, saying.

“I said, I don’t want any trouble”

He spun on the heels of his boots and, probably from nervous tension, started walking in the opposite direction from his home. He remembered it a meter later and passed Seongje again, this time heading toward his house. Seongje just stood there, dumbfounded.

Despair and anger spread across his chest.

The bitter taste of rejection stuck in his mouth.

He dropped the cigarette on the pavement and stomped on it viciously with his boot. There was only one choice left.

He called Baekjin.

“Declare war on Eun-chan’s crew. But don’t touch Yeon Sieun”

He made sure that life of his friends became a living hell. Baekjin was against this but didn’t have any say in this matter. It was Seongje who decided. His plan was simple. Sieun understood perfectly that alpha was courting him. So it would be expected if he came to him for help

Still, one thing is to trap Sieun and the other to tie him himself. Especially when he hates an alpha.

His father was a lucky bastard because his mother was an omega. And when there is an alpha and omega trapped together for longer than three days nature decides everything. Just spend a heat together, make a bite and neurons inside omega’s brain changes irreversibly, compelling them to get ready for motherhood.

One day changed everything.

If there was someone watching his suffering, they decided that enough he had enough.

He was tailing behind a guy as usual. Today he was in a bad mood so he decided to stay hidden and didn’t show his presence to Sieun.

The usual way the guy was always taking suddenly changed. Seongje hurried to go after him.

After some time, Sieun walked into some shady drug store. At first, Seongje wanted to wait outside and give himself time to smoke, because he hated to smoke while he was walking.

But something inside him told that it would be better to go after the guy. In the end, it will be better to know all of his sicknesses from the start.

When he was opening a door, he heard melodic voice, asking:

“Suppressants, please”.

Dumbed Seongje closed the door.

It was Sieun. And he was an omega.

He sure was a sight for people walking around. Giggling happily like he got a jackpot, he ran away from the street.

Sieun shouldn’t knew that he knows.

Everything clicked. The way he was cooing on these shitheads, the way he was bringing plush toys to a bedridden beta.

Seongje was sure he looked like a madman now but he couldn’t contain his joy.

Sieun is going to be his.

Sieun plopped down onto the seat opposite him.

Seongje tried to act cold. Sincerity wasn’t on menu for today.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want any trouble?”

Sieun looked into his eyes. Finally.

“I need your help to destroy Union.”

Seongje couldn’t hold back his laugh, completely forgetting he was supposed to maintain a cold façade.

Feisty little thing, thinking he could destroy a criminal organization by himself.

He was truly adorable.

Seongje stopped laughing on the spot, fixing his gaze on Si-eun. “Why the hell would I help you?”

Sieun held his gaze stoically.

“Because this way you can erase you name before I bring everything to the police.”

Seongje felt hysteria starting to well up in his throat. Imagine the face his father would make if he answered him about their acquaintance. That his omega wanted to ruin the work of his entire life with help of Seongje, his son.

This would become a family joke.

He touched his thoughtfully, deciding if he should torture an omega a little more.

“And what if I refuse? How are you going to take Union down without my help?”

Sieun, abruptly becoming bashful, murmured timidly:

“I can’t do this without your help, and that’s why I’m here.”

It was clear he wasn’t used to asking for help or relying on anyone.

Seongje would soon change that.

“Wow, am I honored or what? Legendary Yeon Seiun asking for my help.” He could tell how awkward the guy in front of him felt. A soft blush started creeping over his face. Si-eun remained patiently quiet.

His cock throbbed in his pants. It wasn’t funny anymore, it was pathetic. He feel like he was sixteen again.

Sieun didn’t say anything and so Seongje. In certain circles, he was known as a master at getting under people’s skin.

He could have kept him here until evening, and the guy wouldn’t have been able to say a word. Now Seongje was the one he needed, not the other way around.

They had switched roles.

“Do you want to eat or drink something?” Seongje felt the sudden urge to feed omega. Stress over his friends had made his face look thinner since the last time they’d seen each other. It was no good for his health. Everything he was doing was not good for his omegan health.

“No, thank you.” Sieun answered politely.

“Of course not. Okay, deal.” Seongje answered suddenly feeling saddened and tired from another refusal.

It seemed Sieun wasn’t counting on a yes.

He stood up, bowed deeply and walked away.

How foolish of him to show up alone at the alpha’s meeting spot, after being turned down just a week ago. Or did he hope for his conscience to kick in? In vain.

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People often blame their parents. But in the end, it’s easier to become like them—like someone you once knew. No matter how much you try to be different, you end up facing a mirror that whispers: you’re just like them.

So, when the needle pierced his neck and Sieun slumped into Seongje’s arms, alpha realized: he was truly a son of his father.