Hyok leaned back on the couch, his legs spread wide, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes pinned me in place.
"Finally," he drawled, voice rich with mockery, "you've become a dominant omega."
My stomach lurched. "…W-what? I finally became one?"
He tilted his head, the smirk never leaving. "You know what I want, Dohyun." His tone was calm, deliberate, almost cruel in its steadiness. "A child. Our child."
The blood drained from my face. I wrapped my arms around myself. My voice came out thin, uneven. "We've… we've talked about this. And the answer is still no."
Hyok's jaw tightened. His tone was calm at first, but there was steel beneath it. "You're an omega. It's natural."
"I'm not—" I tried to steady my breath, but it hitched in my throat. "I'm not just an omega. I'm… a dominant omega. I don't exist to… to pop out your children like some incubator."
For a split second, something flickered in his eyes—irritation, hunger—but then it hardened into something much darker. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze cutting into me like a knife.
"You think your new little 'dominance' makes you untouchable? You're wrong. You're mine, Dohyun. Always have been."
My chest tightened. I shook my head quickly, backing a step away. "No. I won't—I can't—"
"Can't what?" His voice rose, sharp as a whip. His pheromones spiked suddenly, choking the air, burning in my lungs until I coughed. My knees weakened, but I forced myself upright, gripping the wall behind me to stay steady.
"Stop," I whispered, hating how small my voice sounded. "Please—don't do this."
He stood, slow and deliberate, towering over me. His smile was gone now, replaced with irritation.
"You think you can deny me? After everything I've given you, after everything you are because of me—you dare to refuse me a child?"
"I'm not your breeder," I managed, though my voice cracked.
In an instant, he crossed the room, seizing my chin in a brutal grip and forcing me to meet his eyes. His voice was a hiss, cruel and unforgiving.
"You'll carry my child, Dohyun. Not because you want to. Because I'll make you. And when you finally break, you'll understand—you don't get to say no to me."
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I bit them back, chest heaving. Every instinct screamed at me to fight, but fear rooted me to the spot.
"No…" I whispered, shaking.
His smirk returned, slow and venomous. "That is your only purpose to serve."
He stepped forward closer to my embrace.
Hyok's grip on my throat tightened just enough to make my breath hitch, not enough to choke but enough to remind me how fragile I was in his hands. His eyes burned with a cruel light, every inch of him radiating dominance.
"Say it," he ordered, voice low and merciless. "Show me you understand who owns you."
I shook my head, trembling, tears blurring my vision. "N-no… I won't…"
His thumb pressed harder into my throat, and my knees nearly gave way under the crushing weight of his pheromones. My lungs screamed for air, but my pride fought to hold on, even as fear clawed at my chest.
"You're stubborn," Hyok hissed, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But even steel bends when the fire is hot enough."
My body betrayed me—shaking, breaking, folding under the heat that surrounded me. Panic rushed through me as black dots danced at the edge of my vision. My voice finally cracked, raw and desperate.
"M-Master…!"
The word spilled out before I could stop it, shattering what little defiance I had left.
Hyok's smirk curved slowly, dark satisfaction dripping from every line of his face. He loosened his grip just slightly, letting me suck in a shuddering breath. "There it is," he murmured. "The sound of obedience. The sound I've been waiting for."
Shame burned hotter than any heat. I turned my face away, unable to meet his eyes, but he gripped my chin again and forced me back.
"Look at me when you say it," he commanded.
Tears slipped down my cheeks as I whispered, barely audible, "Master…"
His cruel smile widened, his pheromones pulsing in victory, wrapping around me like chains. "Good boy. Now you're learning."
Inside, I was screaming. But on the outside, I was trapped—forced to kneel in spirit, even if I refused in my heart.
Hyok didn't let me go after I whispered Master. His grip only shifted—one hand cupping the back of my neck, the other pressing my jaw open. His pheromones spiked, heavy and intoxicating, flooding the air until it was impossible to breathe without swallowing them.
"Drink it in," he ordered, voice dark and merciless. "Breathe me, Dohyun. Let me inside you."
I shook my head weakly, tears streaking my cheeks. "N-no, I don't want to—"
He crushed the distance between us, lips brushing against my mouth but not kissing—just close enough to trap me in the cage of his pheromones. I gasped, my body betraying me, and that was all he needed. His pheromones surged down my throat with every shaky inhale, burning, suffocating, staining me from the inside out.
"Stop—please…" My voice broke into a sob, but the more I struggled, the deeper his presence carved into me. My body trembled violently, my knees buckling as heat flared against my will. My own pheromones flickered, weak and unstable, crushed beneath the weight of his.
Hyok smirked, watching me break apart. "That's it. Let it take you. No more defiance—just obedience."
The taste of him lingered on my tongue, bitter and overwhelming. My mind screamed resist, fight, don't give in—but my body betrayed me, flushed and pliant, moving to his will.
When he finally forced his lips fully against mine, I whimpered, not from desire but from the helplessness clawing at my chest. His pheromones poured into me, flooding every nerve, until I could no longer tell where his heat ended and mine began.
My hands, which had been pushing at his chest, went slack. My breath came in ragged, broken gasps. My heart thudded with dread.
"See?" Hyok murmured against my lips, cruel satisfaction dripping from every word. "Even your body knows it belongs to me. You'll give me everything… whether you want to or not."
And in that moment, I realized—he had taken the last piece of resistance I had left.
When the haze began to lift, I realized I hadn't even tried to resist. My body was curled up on the floor, trembling, every muscle taut with fear. I didn't fight back. I couldn't.
Hyok towered over me, his shadow swallowing me whole. His presence was suffocating, his pheromones still heavy in the air, thick and sticky in my lungs. My own scent—usually sharp, a blade I could rely on—was muted, crushed, smothered until there was nothing left of me but silence.
He crouched down, fingers gripping my jaw so tightly I winced. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he tilted my face up to his.
"See how easy that was?" he said, voice calm, mocking. "No shouting. No fighting. Just obedience. Just how it always was to be."
I wanted to spit at him. I wanted to scream. But my lips wouldn't move, my throat locked tight, my whole body frozen like prey cornered by its predator.
His smirk widened at my silence. "That's better, Dohyun. You look so much prettier when you remember your place." His thumb brushed over my trembling lip, slow, deliberate, making me shudder.
"You're mine," he whispered, leaning so close his breath fanned my ear. "Mine to break, mine to use, mine to keep. No one will save you, no one will take you away. Even you can't run from me."
Tears slid down my cheeks before I realized I was crying. I hated myself for it, hated how weak and small I felt under him. I hated everything about him and myself.
But still, I didn't fight.
Because deep down, I knew the truth—if I ever pushed him too far, Hyok would crush me completely.
And I wasn't ready to be destroyed. I still wanted to see Jihwa and smile brighter than him.