(Hyok pov)
I pushed open the bedroom door, irritation already simmering in my chest. "Dohyun," I called, expecting the soft shuffle of feet, the nervous glance of those downcast eyes.
But the room was silent.
My brows knit together. The sheets were rumpled, the pheromones of omega still clinging to the air, but the bed was empty. The glass of water I'd left on the nightstand sat untouched, condensation long since dried.
"…What?"
I stepped inside, scanning the corners of the room as if Dohyun might be crouched, hiding, waiting. Nothing.
Unease gnawed at me, fast curdling into sharp anger. I yanked the closet door open. Empty. I tore the curtain back from the window. Nothing. My hands ripped through drawers, shelves, even beneath the bed—each discovery of nothing making my heartbeat thunder louder in my ears.
"Dohyun!" My voice cracked, loud and furious, echoing through the house.
No answer.
I stormed down the hall, my boots heavy against the wooden floor. I flung open the bathroom door—empty. The kitchen—empty. The living room—silent, still. With each door I opened, with each room bare of the one person who was supposed to be there, my fury climbed higher, hotter, consuming me.
"No… no, no, no—" The words ripped out of me as a growl, my hands clawing at my own hair, disbelief tearing me apart. "He wouldn't dare. He couldn't."
But the truth screamed at me in every empty space I searched: Dohyun was gone.
My chest constricted, a guttural snarl ripped from my throat as I slammed my fist into the wall. The plaster cracked beneath my knuckles, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire burning through my veins.
"He ran…" I muttered, breath ragged. My eyes burned with a feral gleam. "That little slut ran from me."
I staggered back into the bedroom, glaring at the abandoned sheets like they had personally betrayed me. The air reeked of absence, of betrayal. I could still smell him, faint but fading, mocking me.
My jaw clenched, fury boiling over. I tore the blanket from the bed, shredding it in my hands, my voice a harsh roar that shook the walls.
"I made you what you are!" I bellowed into the emptiness. "I took you from a pathetic recessive nothing and gave you strength—made you dominant! And this is how you repay me?"
My breath came in harsh pants, claws digging deep into the ruined fabric. My eyes darkened, teeth bared.
"I marked you. I impregnated you. I made you mine!" My voice cracked into a feral snarl. "And you think you can just… walk away?"
I kicked the nightstand, sending it crashing into the wall, glass shattering across the floor. The noise did nothing to soothe the roaring storm inside me.
"No one takes what's mine," I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "No one hides you from me. I'll tear apart every corner of this city if I have to."
My chest heaved, pheromones pouring out in choking waves as fury consumed me.
"Dohyun," I whispered, lips curling into a twisted smile even as my body trembled. "Run as far as you like. I will always find you."
I stood in the middle of the wrecked room, my chest rising and falling like a beast caged too long. The silence of the house mocked me, every creak of wood, every whisper of wind through the cracks like laughter at my expense.
I scraped the desk with a ruler, leaving deep gouges as my breath hissed between clenched teeth. The weight of it pressed into me—the emptiness where Dohyun should have been, the broken bond thrumming inside my chest like a torn chain.
"He thinks he's clever," I muttered, voice trembling with rage. "He thinks he can just slip away after everything I've done… after everything I've given him?"
The words cracked into a roar. I swept my arm across the desk, sending papers and glass crashing to the floor. The noise was deafening, but not enough. Nothing was enough to fill the void he had left.
I gripped the back of a chair, the wood groaning under the strain of my strength. "Ungrateful little omega," I spat. "I turned you into more than you ever were. You were weak. Pathetic. Nothing. And I—" My throat convulsed, my voice dropping into a feral growl. "I made you mine."
Images flashed in my mind—the hours, the discipline, the breaking and reshaping. The look of surrender in his eyes when resistance finally shattered. The bond I thought I'd secured. The seed I had planted, proof of ownership swelling in that fragile body.
And yet—he left.
My body trembled violently, fury burning through every vein. My laugh cracked, wild and broken. "You think running makes you free? You think leaving makes you stronger?" My eyes gleamed red, my face twisting into something monstrous. "All it does is make you mine forever. Because now… you owe me everything."
I grabbed a shattered shard of glass from the floor, gripping it so tightly the edge bit into my palm. Blood dripped onto the carpet, but I didn't flinch. I stared at the crimson streaks like they were a promise.
"I'll make you beg to come back," I whispered, voice low, deranged, dripping venom. "I'll make you crawl." My lips stretched into a grin too sharp to be human. "And when I'm done… you'll wish you never left."
The glass slipped from my hand, shattering further. I dragged both hands through my hair, pulling until my scalp burned, my entire body shaking.
"Run, Dohyun," I snarled into the silence, pheromones flooding the house until the air itself grew heavy. "Run while you can. Because when I find you—" my voice cracked into a roar—"I'll remind you exactly who you belong to!"
My roar still echoed against the broken walls when a sudden, sharp sound cut through the madness.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I froze.
The sound echoed again, firmer this time. The knock of people who didn't ask to enter, but demanded it.
My head snapped toward the front of the house, nostrils flaring, breath harsh. The wild grin on my face faltered, hardening into suspicion.
"…Who," I hissed under my breath, "dares knock on my door?"
The stench of my pheromones still clung thick to the air, choking the house with dominance, fury, and obsession. I straightened, dragging a blood–stained hand through my disheveled hair, smearing crimson across my temple like war paint.
Another knock—louder this time. Then a commanding voice.
"Police! Open the door!"
The words slammed into me harder than any fist.
Police.
For a moment, my chest constricted, my pupils narrowing to slits. Then, slowly, a smile stretched across my lips—too sharp, too thin.
"So…" I murmured, licking the copper taste of blood from my hand. "They've already gone crawling to the cops."
A laugh ripped out of me, low and bitter, rumbling like thunder through the wrecked house. "Pathetic. You think uniforms and papers will protect you, Dohyun?" My steps toward the door were slow, deliberate, heavy. "You think the law can tear you away from me?"
BANG! A fist pounded against the wood, rattling the frame. "Last warning! Open the door!"
I reached the entrance, my shadow stretching long across the floor. My hand hovered over the knob, trembling with barely contained rage.
Inside, my thoughts seethed. Dohyun ran, and now the police came knocking. Every fiber of me screamed to rip the door off its hinges, to sink my claws into the throats waiting outside.
Instead, I leaned close to the door, my lips curling into a smile they couldn't see.
"You came too early," I whispered, almost sweet. "I wasn't done yet."