"Would I..." My voice cracked. "Would I get pregnant?"
"No." His thumb brushed against my wrist where he supported me. "That's not something you need to worry about."
"Most alpha trainees in the industry have had procedures done. Preventative measures." His voice remained steady and matter-of-fact.
"Companies require it to avoid future scandals."
The explanation should have been reassuring, but instead it highlighted just how calculated everything in this world was. Even fertility was managed by corporate interests.
Another wave of heat crashed through me, stealing rational thought.
I thought of my mother's warnings. Of everything I'd sacrificed to get here. Of Soojin, alone and waiting for me to succeed.
But mostly, I thought of collapsing in front of cameras, of my secret spilling across broadcast screens, of my dreams crumbling to ash.
"Okay." The word escaped before I could take it back.
Haejun's grip tightened fractionally. "You're sure?"
