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Alpha - Cruel World - Chapter 47

Sora's POV

Yangcha fumed his warm breath over my face as we tenderly kissed in the dim medical room with our hands entangled in each other's hair until I pursed my lips, slightly backing away from his moist lips. I drew my hands from his thick neck and glanced at the drifting snow with my forearm tucked under my chin while leaning over the couch's headrest with a faint smile. He quietly stared at the teddy on my lap while sitting beside me.

"Have you told anyone about the pregnancy?" He asked, lifting his curious gaze to study my composed behavior.

"Nope. Just you. I wanted to get an abortion," I shrugged. Yangcha frowned at my blunt statement. I wanted to conceal the pregnancy from everyone.

"Why would you want to abort our child?" He questioned, unsurely eyeing me. Because the world isn't a forgiving place for young souls like them.

"I'm not ready to defend our child from this cruel world," I muttered. Yangcha dimmed his gaze upon hearing my response and gently leaned forward to hug me on my side, comforting me with his assurance. If he could hold me like this until the end of my life. Maybe there is nothing I should fear. Just him and I... and our little dumpling, together in our cozy home.

"I'll protect you and our baby. I promise," Yangcha whispered. I turned my head to inspect his tender gaze and gently caressed his cheek with my fingertip. I know he means it... protecting me and our baby. And I know he's capable of doing it. Why else did I make the decision to keep our baby?

"I trust you," I nodded. Yangcha smiled and gently kissed my lips again while holding me in his secure embrace to assure me of his lifetime commitment.

"Do you want to return to our room? I'll carry you," He whispered, pulling away from my lips with a faint smile. Our fights might be extreme at times and it could easily ruin our relationship if we aren't cautious... but we resolve the issue just as quickly once we clash. Yangcha doesn't like to leave an argument unattended. He communicates well. He'd always address the problem directly and apologize once he acknowledged his fault.

"No. I'll sleep here tonight. Head to bed," I shook my head, slightly nodding at the door. He should be asleep by now. The alpha pouted at my refusal to return with him.

"Noona~ I'm sorry~!" He whined, cutely grabbing my arm. I chuckled and pushed his chest back when he tried to kiss me again. Ah. He's doing it again. Disabling me with his cuteness.

"It's your punishment," I teased. Yangcha grumbled and leaned forward to press his forehead against my shoulder, so I gently rubbed his back to comfort him.

"I know I'm foolish! Oh-? Stop being so upset with me~! I promise I'll make it up to you!" He lifted his flushed face, adorably rubbing his hands together to beg for forgiveness. I giggled at his pleas as we sat on the comfy couch.

"How are you going to do that? The cuteness isn't enough," I smiled at his pout. Yangcha suddenly lifted my hands to his lips, gently kissing my fingers with his puckered lips.

"Everything it takes to put a smile on your face and to warm that cold heart of yours," He muttered while snuggling against my palm. I quietly searched his stern gaze with a troubled expression as he firmly held onto me. Did he suddenly return to his old self... because he's guilty about my pregnancy?

"I don't want you to treat me differently just because I'm pregnant with your child-"

"I was stressed. Okay? Believe me. I've remained composed even after the terrible things they did to us. I could've killed on impulse, but I didn't. Why? Because I didn't wish to burden you again with the aftermath of my recklessness. So I- I... distracted myself with work at the tower... but it's even more stressful because your mother is unbothered about your ailing health," He muttered, grimly lowering his gaze to our interlaced fingers. I'm surprised he didn't try to end my mother, but it's understandable. He's probably more worried about my dire state.

"You can sleep with me on the bed if you don't want to sleep alone," I nodded at the bed. I shouldn't dismiss him, or he might misunderstand my intentions again. After all, he's been sleeping with me for weeks and months- It's a bit uncomfortable to have the bed to myself.

Yangcha suddenly beamed at my invitation and leaned forward to hug my waist after I agreed to let him remain by my side. The alpha slipped his arm under my thighs and effortlessly lifted me off the couch before settling me onto the medical bed. He carefully tucked the blanket over my exposed legs before rolling in beside me, quickly adjusting his position to extend his arm over my pillow.

"Let me hold my beloved wife~!" He smiled, inviting me to rest on his strong bicep. I giggled and lay down on his arm as the man clutched my hips and leaned over to kiss the side of my head.

"The next time you upset me... I will never forgive you again. You should've spoken to me if you're troubled. It isn't right for you to behave in such a manner," I muttered, closing my eyes in exhaustion as he scratched my scalp between the loose strands. Yangcha scooted closer over the mattress and snuggled his face against my cheek, softly inhaling my scent with a faint smile.

"I thought I could live without disturbing you... but I felt miserable after you moved out. It's not you that needs me... it is me that can't seem to live without you. So forgive me for my rather... ridiculous first mistake as your husband. It's my first time being a husband, you see. Please be lenient with this young man, just this once~!" He whispered, shifting his head backward to study my face. I smiled without replying to him.

"You are a terrible husband," I agreed, turning to sleep on the opposite side.

"Noona~!" Yangcha whined beside my ear as he tugged my shoulder to make me lay on my back again. The man funnily swung his leg over my stomach, firmly hooking his heavy limb over me and hugged my waist tightly with a slight pout.

"It feels weird. For you to call me noona even after our marriage," I muttered. I like it when Yangcha calls me noona, but I believe... we're beyond that stage. I want him to be my equal.

"Yeobo. I love you," Yangcha smiled. My cheeks flushed red at his sweetness. Yangcha pursed his lips as he gently rubbed my belly, trying his best not to laugh at my reaction and softly pressed his face against my cheek. He's such a tease.

"Go to sleep~!" I whined, shoving his face away when he wouldn't stop sniffing my cheek. Why is he sniffing me?! It's ticklish.

"I've held myself back for so long because I foolishly thought you wanted space. But since you claim- I'm not giving you enough attention- I'll cling to you like a puppy! Don't complain!" He teased, stubbornly shoving his nose against my cheek again. I groaned and hugged his head as he repeatedly kissed all over my face, leaving his love prints all over my skin until I felt my heart fluttering with every stroke.

We fell asleep in each other's embrace that night after we made up, and Yangcha didn't leave my side the next day because it was his day off. He returned my belongings to our room, and we spent time together at the mansion afterward.

The elders are still absent. I guess it's best for them to avoid each other because the alliance has completely fallen apart. It's only a matter of time before the society attacks me, but I don't want to deal with the issue yet. I'm too wearied.

Fast Forward

I steered out of the tower's elevator on the automatic wheelchair until I passed the lounge to find Yangcha speaking with a young woman... who was sitting across from him on the couch. The woman shyly smiled at him while tucking her loose black hair behind her ear as I paused to stare at Yangcha's neutral expression.

"First lady! Oh my~!- What are you doing here today?!" Assistant Cha gasped, scurrying towards me from the lobby with her usual welcoming beam.

"I brought lunch for my husband," I greeted her. She clasped her hands together with a slight pout upon witnessing my pitiful state in the wheelchair. I hate it when people pity me. I'm perfectly fine... so I don't want them to spare me their sympathy. It was rather embarrassing to choke on my blood and drop dead at the wedding ceremony.

"Are you feeling better? Does your feet ache? Aigo~! It's so cold out there!" She worriedly crouched down before my wheelchair to hold my hands. I giggled at her sincere concern before glancing to the side to find Yangcha strolling up to me in his neat attire.

"Yeobo~! What are you doing here?" He gasped, slightly jogging forward once I acknowledged his presence.

"I wanted to bring you lunch," I smiled, lifting the lunch box to show him.

Yangcha lowered his face to kiss my cheek without hesitation, repeatedly smooching me all over until Assistant Cha flushed red at my husband's raw affection. Ehem. She cleared her throat and stood up with a weak smile. I giggled at his unbothered behavior and pecked his cheek in return. We shouldn't be ashamed to display our love for each other. Yangcha finally straightened his body as he interlaced his fingers with mine.

"Annyeonghaseyo. You must be the first lady," The woman spoke up, so I glanced to the side to... find her smiling at me. Oh..? She looks familiar.

"Anneonghaseyo," I greeted her as she stood in her formal blazer and black trousers. Is she an executive? Her bold fashion is very captivating.

"She's my beloved wife. I ask her not to bring me lunch, but being the sweetheart she is... she'll always come to me with her warm meal to ensure I'm not starving," Yangcha explained, gently patting my back with a proud smile.

The woman unsurely lowered her gaze to our wedding rings as he firmly held my left hand and eventually excused herself from the lounge after the brief introduction, so I chatted briefly with the assistant Cha until Yangcha took me inside his private office. [Edited]

The woman unsurely lowered her gaze to our wedding rings as he firmly held my left hand. She eventually excused herself from the lounge after the brief introduction. And then Yangcha took me inside the office, so I could settle comfortably.

"Ahah~!" I giggled as he carried me in his muscular arms and carefully settled me on the couch. The man gripped my shoulders and pressed his face against my loose hair, softly inhaling my scent with a satisfied beam to absorb my fragrance. He keeps sniffing me. Should I be concerned? [Edited]

"Ahah~" I giggled as he carried me between his muscular arms to place me on the couch. Yangcha gently pressed his face against my loose hair, softly inhaling my scent with a satisfied beam once he absorbed my fragrance. He keeps sniffing me. Should I be concerned?

"Why do you smell so good...? I was so drained a moment ago, but I'm fully charged again," The man chuckled, finally drawing his face away from my cheek.

"It's probably the cushion powder I used," I tilted my face to show him my light makeup. Yangcha quietly scanned my face and leaned forward to plant a sweet kiss on my lips. I shyly giggled with my eyes closed.

"Is it just me... or are you glowing? Your skin... it's so much brighter now and your scent... is oddly strong," He muttered, pulling away to inspect my face again. I glanced at my lip gloss on his lips and gently rubbed the stain with my thumb.

"Are you trying to cheer me up now that I've gained a little weight?" I asked. Yangcha laughed at my accusation, sat back on the couch, and reached for the lunch box in my hands.

"You barely gained any weight," He shook his head while unzipping the lunch box to place the packed meals on the table.

"My belly is a little tense," I blinked while rubbing my stomach. Yangcha glanced at me again and interlaced his fingers with mine as we sat side by side on the couch.

"Let's visit the hospital today. We should get a checkup," Yangcha suggested, gently kissing my hand before shoving a spoonful of the warm rice inside his mouth. My husband hungrily dug into the meal with his head lowered as I gently rubbed his knuckles over my lap until he fed me an eggroll. Nom. Nom. I happily sat beside him on the couch in my casual sweater... draped loosely over an ankle-length dress.

"Do you want a baby boy? Or a girl?" I curiously asked while patting my belly.

"A boy," He smiled, glancing at me with a slight smirk.

"Wae?" I questioned. He didn't even hesitate.

"Well. I'll have a difficult time protecting her because she'll be as beautiful as you are. Let's hope we have a baby boy instead, so you can be the only woman in my life," He shrugged. I smacked his shoulder in disbelief as Yangcha fed me the warm meal. How can he say such things! Smiling brightly, I turn to stare at his work desk. [Edited]

"Well. A baby girl is too troublesome. I'll have a difficult time protecting her because she'll be as beautiful as you are. Let's hope we have a baby boy instead, so you're the only woman in my life," He shrugged. I smacked his shoulder in disbelief as Yangcha fed me the meal. How can he say such things! Smiling brightly, I turn to stare at his work desk.

"Are you adjusting well?" I asked, nodding at the workload.

"The corporation is a headache without proper leadership since Kim Taehyung wasn't fully available to oversee the organization for the past year due to the establishment of his fintech corp. But I'm accustomed to the workflow now. I always did your work for you, so it's not that complicated," He nodded. I gently wipe his greasy lips with a tissue. Yangcha tried to peck my cheek, but I pushed him away with a slight grimace.

"Your lips are too greasy. You'll give me a pimple," I shook my head. Yangcha laughed at my objection and tilted his head back in disbelief.

"What's that? Did you bring me a flower?" He nodded at a single sunflower sticking out from my purse. I grabbed the flower with a wide smile. Oh yeah!

"A stranger gave it to me earlier... on my way to the tower. He's a young university kid. Very tall and handsome. He said I am really pretty," I giggled while stroking the bright yellow petals. Yangcha glared at my light chuckles, suddenly snatching the flower from my grip.

"Ohoh! How can you carelessly accept a flower from a stranger?!" He snapped, carelessly tossing the flower onto the opposite couch.

"Hey!- Give it back! You always accepted gifts from other women~!" I whined, lightly smacking his forearm with an annoyed grimace. Yangcha smugly shook his head, so I huffed and pointed at the flower while glaring at him... but my husband refused to return it and dismissively lowered his face to eat from the lunch box.

"Did you tell him you have a husband?" He confronted, eagerly turning his head to stare at me while chewing on his left cheek.

"No. I forgot-"

"Forgot!? Hah-! How can you forget an entire hot man!?- I'm hurt!" He gasped, dramatically clenching his chest, and collapsed to the side with the chopstick between his fingers. I chuckled at his playful reaction and smacked his solid thigh. Huff! Yangcha quickly sat back up again and suddenly scooted away from me with a big pout. Is he jealous?

"It was a brief chat~!" I smiled while tugging his forearm. Yangcha pretended to be upset with me and whipped his face away with a slight grimace while poking the meal, briefly darted me an annoyed glare, and scooted back to shorten the gap.

"You claim you are loyal to me, but your cheeks instantly flush red whenever you see a sexy man's torso! And in that very moment- you've already forgotten that I exist because you're so distracted!" He playfully scolded.

"Ah~ Feed me~!" I opened my mouth to distract him with my cuteness. Yangcha huffed in frustration and fed me on demand but didn't ease his scowl and cutely chewed his lower lips.

"You'll always be my number one~!" I teased. Yangcha smiled but immediately pursed his lips again. He frowned and jabbed the tomatoes with a pretentious grimace, making me giggle at his childish attitude. 

"Until you're drunk and suddenly you're inviting a stranger inside our house-"

"Hey! That man was you! I thought you were very hot!" I complained.

"See! You'd let a hot man inside our house?-"

"But that man is you!" I whined while hugging his strong bicep.

"What if it's another man-"

"Wanna bet? Send a hot man to me when I'm drunk! See if I'll take him home with me!" I poked Yangcha's chest, keenly urging him to challenge my faithfulness. He paused to scan my face in annoyance.

"No. I don't trust my drunk wife. You might see him as me and take him with you. No way~! Don't even dream of a hot stranger!" Yangcha huffed. Hmmp! I shoved the man aside and folded my arms with an attitude until he chuckled at my angry brows.

He eventually wrapped up the lunch box after emptying it and dabbed my lips with the wipes, but I rudely huffed again and glanced away with a slight grimace. Yangcha chuckled at my grumpy mood and leaned forward to peck my lips with the intent of softening my heart with his love strokes.

"Don't accept another man's gift. I should be enough for you," He smiled, gently caressing my cheek.

"Say that to yourself. You're the attractive one," I grumbled, lowering my gaze to my hands. I rarely get the attention- but him? Jae Yangcha?! He turns... heads wherever he goes!

"Pff. Me? Are you that oblivious? Every man in the society has a crush on you, and every man you pass by will pause to admire you because they have never laid eyes upon a stunning beauty like you! We're all hypnotized by your visuals! Are you telling me you're unaware?!" He stared at me in disbelief.

"No? You're the one surrounded by women-"

"Ah~ Woman, you've got crazy hot ex-boyfriends and a sexy husband, and you're telling me... you're not beautiful? Should we switch souls for a moment? I'll show you just how freaking gorgeous you are in my eyes! Seriously!- You're a literal goddess in my pupils!" He whined, slightly bulging his eyes on me. Men are liars.

"Even when I can't walk...?" I asked, nodding at my stiff legs.

"It doesn't make a difference," He replied without hesitation.

"What if I can't walk forever? And you'll have to deal with me every day? Won't you get tired...?" I asked, unsurely searching his stern gaze.

"Tired of the woman... who made me the man I am today? Seriously? For one second... did you think I have ever put myself first? Sora, you choosing me as your life partner is a divine blessing," He smiled, gently taking my hands in his. I pursed my lips at his weirdly endearing words. Yangcha smiled and leaned forward to kiss my forehead... just as the door opened. Creak.

"Oh- Did I disturb-"

"It's fine. Have you been well?" I smiled at Secretary Yoon. The man nervously glanced at Yangcha and back at me. Why is he so timid? He's usually very cheerful.

"Of course, my lady," He bowed. The man informed Yangcha of his meeting schedule, so the alpha had to leave the office after his brief lunch break with me.

Yangcha told me to wait for him because he wanted to take me for a health check-up at the hospital. Smiling, I rolled my wheelchair towards Yangcha's desk to organize the scattered files. He says he's used to the workload, but everything is all over the place...? I quietly read the documents he personally wrote with a proud smile. Yangcha... excels at whatever he does. His reports are perfect. I couldn't have executed half as much as he did.

Assistant Cha eventually visited the office to bring me appetizers and drinks as I waited for Yangcha's return. She chatted with me inside the office until the meeting was over... so I rolled out of the lobby to wait for him by the conference room.

"First lady!" The shareholders immediately bowed once they found me seated in the corridor.

"Annyeonghaseyo~!" I greeted the men and women as they greeted me.

Yangcha strode out with a blank expression, but his face immediately lit up once he found me waiting for him in the corridor. The executives fearfully bowed at the alpha again as he approached me and gently pushed my wheelchair forward without acknowledging the shareholders' courtesy.

"Can you hold my suit for a moment? I'll collect my belongings from the office," Yangcha pecked my cheek. I nodded as he placed his suit on my lap and strolled off to enter the private lobby in his polished shoes.

I patted the crease over the fabric with a weak smile until his phone slipped from the inner pocket. The lock screen switched on... and I found myself... staring at a selfie of us at the amusement park. I was grinning cheekily at the camera as Yangcha hugged my neck with a bright smile. I lifted his phone to scan my face. Unlocked.

He seems intimidating at the tower, but the man has a cute lock screen of us? An adorable picture of me appeared on the phone's home screen wallpaper. I was pouting at him with cute pigtail hair as I sat in my nightgown. He took the picture of me at our penthouse while I was eating the sweet rice cakes. How silly. I curiously tapped his gallery and quietly swiped through the photographs... consisting of mostly... random pictures of me. When did he take the pictures of me? I wasn't even aware of the sneaky shots.

I clicked a video. Yangcha softly chuckled as he crouched beside the couch I was napping on... with my head tilted backward over the cushion... and lips ajar. The alpha softly pecked my lips and gently kissed my cheek before turning to grin at the screen as he filmed my unconscious state. How many ugly pictures and videos did he take of me?!

I chuckled lightly while staring at a picture of me standing before the sink with foaming lips after I brushed my teeth. Swipe. Yangcha had taken a picture of me posing on the yacht with the flower bouquet. Swipe. A video played again, and Yangcha was squishing my cheeks as I sleepily sat with him in the backseat of a car.

"Your storage will reach its capacity if you keep taking pictures of me," I chuckled as Yangcha strolled towards me with the lunchbox.

"I'll transfer it to a hard drive and take more pictures," He shrugged. Smiling, I closed the gallery and tapped on a game on his phone. Yangcha pushed my wheelchair inside the elevator as I quietly played the game with my active thumbs.

He doesn't mind me using his phone. Yangcha gave me access to everything. Even his personal laptop. The alpha eventually steered me into the busy lobby after we landed- abruptly halting to tuck the loose shawl around my neck... so I handed back his phone as he adjusted the fabric to keep me warm.

He gently slipped the mittens onto my fingers before pushing me out into the frosty weather as the employees eyed us from different directions. Why are they all so timid...? They used to be so lively! It feels like they're walking on eggshells now! Is Yangcha that scary to work for?

"Why didn't you answer your grandma's call...?" I curiously asked him. I noticed there were a few missed calls from his family abroad. They must be worried about him.

"I've been busy these days. Halmeoni will only scold me. I'll call her later- Oh, by the way. I was researching the best-traveling places abroad," Yangcha shrugged as he opened the car door and gently transferred me into the passenger seat. Clip. He buckled the seatbelt for me while bending over me so I giggled and playfully smacked his bum. Thump.

Yangcha closed the door to seal off the frosty gust and folded my wheelchair to place it in the back trunk. He finally rounded the car, got in beside me and gradually drove out of the parking space, finally leaning back against his seat with a stern gaze on the road.

"You should at least answer her. She must be worried. And what about the research?" I asked curiously.

"I want to plan our honeymoon," He smiled, freeing his right hand to hold my thigh as he sexily steered the wheel with his rolled-up sleeves. I interlaced my fingers with his hands.

"Honeymoon? That's unnecessary. You're busy these days," I chuckled. Yangcha lifted my hand off my lap to kiss my fingers as he drove steadily over the lane.

"Who are you to tell me to be a bare minimum man? Did you really expect less from me???- How humiliating. No way- My wife loves everything that's crazy sparkly and extra! You would never settle for anything basic- so I won't be basic. Not even after we're married," He smiled. I chuckled and patted his hand.

"Have I ever told you... you've got the best taste in everything you pick?" I smiled.

"Why else do you think I'm helplessly wagging my tails whenever I see you? I kid you not- I didn't even breathe when we first met. Had to ask for your contact immediately because I knew I wouldn't have the guts to approach you again," He replied, making me giggle at his words so I gripped his warm fingers and glanced at his handsome side profile.

"Were you ever this flirty?" I asked, lifting our interlaced fingers to snuggle against the back of his hand. Yangcha halted at the traffic light and turned his head to scan my face with a faint smile.

"You're the coach. I learned it from you," He smiled, leaning forward to peck my lips.

"A womanizer," I nodded, bitterly glancing out the window.

"Hey. The only woman I'll seduce is you," He nudged my shoulder. I chuckled weakly and shook my head.

"The woman... she looks familiar," I muttered, turning to look at him again. Yangcha's face suddenly darkened.

"Her father is a famous shareholder. The man... that harassed you," He muttered. Oh.

"He has another daughter?" I asked.

"Yeah. Two daughters. She was away when he passed," Yangcha nodded, slowly driving forward again.

"Oh," I pursed my lips.

"I knew her... before I was revealed as an alpha. We attended the same boarding school abroad," Yangcha muttered. I lifted my gaze to stare at his handsome side profile.

"Were you friends...?" I asked.

"No. Classmates, but we never talked. She likes me," Yangcha muttered. I pursed my lips and glanced at the ring on his left finger.

"Why did she visit you?" I asked curiously.

"I guess she wanted to see me again, but I told her I'm happily married to a beautiful woman," He smiled. I nodded and glanced at the road.

"Liar," I grinned. Yangcha fired me an offended look.

"I'm serious! I've told every woman to ever approach me that I already have a wife! Even while we're dating! If I could- I'd wear a collar with your name on it!" He frantically exclaimed, making me snort in disbelief. Yangcha funnily chuckled at my hysterical laughter.

"Ah~ I'm glad I married a younger man~! I'm aging in reverse because of you!" I laughed. He makes me laugh so much! I feel like I'm getting younger by the day!

"Noona. I know I'm still immature and that... I don't always function like others... so please... gently remind me whenever I stray too far. I sometimes... can't control my behavior because of my dysfunctional mindset. I'm not a perfect man, and never will be. But I'll be my best for you, so under any circumstances... when I'm not behaving right and you're hurting because of me. Just please, let me know. I'll listen and I'll let you guide me," He muttered as he drove over the street. I pursed my lips and glanced at his apologetic frown.

"I know. I should've spoken to you earlier instead of letting it rot in me. I'll make sure to lightly remind you. You're still young... so I'll help you grow, and I know you'll do the same for me," I agreed. Yangcha beamed at me, slightly squeezing my fingers as we headed toward the hospital to get our baby checked up for the first time.

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Fast Forward

"Can I help you with anything else?" A waiter asked as he hugged the tray against his chest. I glanced at the warm drink and snack unsurely before looking back up at him.

"Can I have a glass of water?" I smiled. He nodded and strode off, so I glanced out the window as I sat at the cafe a little after noon.

"Are you here to wait for your boyfriend?" The waiter asked, carefully placing the glass before me after his return to my table. Is he interested in me...?

"No. I'm here to wait for my boss," I chuckled, lifting my left hand to pick up the glass. The waiter glanced at the ring on my finger in surprise.

"You're married," He nodded.

"And I'm pregnant too," I giggled while rubbing my stomach. The man chuckled and nodded at me before striding off to standby at the counter.

"Ah. I'm about to get a frostbite!" Taehyung grunted as he strolled through the door while slipping off his leather gloves. He ordered a drink at the counter before striding forward... to sit across from me. The alpha took off his black coat and finally settled in his formal work attire. His black hair... slickly brushed back... to expose his dashing forehead.

"What's the schedule for today?" I asked curiously.

Taehyung told me to rest at home today, but he claimed there was an urgent schedule after lunch, so I had to rush here on demand. The alpha glanced at me but didn't say anything. He unsurely scanned my face with his narrowed gaze. Why is he looking me up and down like that?

"Did you put on makeup?" Taehyung asked while eyeing my face. I patted my cheeks uneasily.

"No? I wore sunscreen and lip gloss because my lips are peeling," I shook my head. He frowned and scanned my body again, slightly leaning back... as if to get a better look at me. He's making me uncomfortable.

"Something feels different about you," He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest as I sat awkwardly in the wheelchair. Taehyung wouldn't drop his gaze and proceeded to harass me with his eyeballs.

"Is it because I dress up well these days?" I asked, showing him my cute dress. He shook his head as the waiter placed the drink for him and left.

"Wae? Did you bring a meal again so you can boss me around and make me escort you to your husband? Seriously. Are you my assistant or am I your personal slave?" He asked, bitterly nodding at the wrapped box on my lap. I clenched onto it while staring at him with a faint smile.

"You don't remember...?" I asked, unsurely frowning at him.

"What?" He asked as he cluelessly sipped from the straw.

"It's your birthday today," I smiled, placing the box on the table and pushed it towards him. Taehyung stared at the box... and glanced at me with a startled expression. He doesn't remember his birthday...?

"It's the 20th century. Is a birthday celebration necessary? I'm one year closer to dying. Yay," He muttered, sorely unpacking the box with an unimpressed expression. How ungrateful!

"I baked the cake for you today with the maid's assistance," I smiled as Taehyung stared at the transparent box to gaze at the creamy cake and glanced up at me again. His cheeks... slightly turning red. The alpha rubbed his neck uneasily and straightened his back while avoiding my eyes with a blank face. Is he happy? He seems nervous. [Edited]

"I baked the cake for you today with the maid's assistance," I smiled as Taehyung stared at the pretty transparent box to gaze at the cake and glanced up at me again. His cheeks... slightly turning red. The alpha rubbed his neck uneasily and straightened his back while avoiding my eyes. Is he happy? He seems nervous.

"You even bought a gift?" He asked, dismissively grabbing another box. Taehyung carelessly tore the sparkly wrappers over the gift I prepared for him and suddenly paused to stare at the present with his eyebrow raised... unsurely shifting his questioning gaze to me as I keenly perched on the chair.

"Not really. I was bored at home... so I picked up a new hobby. It's the first piece I made," I shrugged as he raised the hand-knitted maroon scarf with a funny expression.

Taehyung shifted his gaze from the present to scan my face again and glanced back at the cloth with a poker face. He's quite skilled at concealing his emotions with his usual dead expression. Yangcha would normally shriek and express his gratitude... but Kim Taehyung? He'd rather choke to death than admit his gratitude. [Edited]

Taehyung lifted his face to scan my face again and glanced back at the cloth with a poker face. He's quite skilled at concealing his emotions with his usual dead expression. Yangcha would normally shriek and express his gratitude... but Kim Taehyung? He'd rather choke to death than admit he's grateful.

"It's alright..." He muttered, dully nodding at the scarf. See? No reaction. Nothing. Just a plain shrug. Does it hurt his manly pride to smile a little and appreciate the gift? Aigo~! He's so obsessed with being a resilient man, huh? I dimmed my eyes at his plain reaction.

"You don't like it...? Should I have gotten something more expensive?" I asked. Maybe he expected something of better quality? Taehyung placed the scarf back inside the box, wrapped up the gift and dismissively placed it aside. It's really difficult to please a man like him.

"I picked up something on the way for you," He shrugged, reaching inside his inner pocket to draw out a slender wooden box. He awkwardly placed it on the table.

"Wae? Why would you buy it for me?" I asked, unsurely opening the case to uncover a beautiful... jade hairpin. What the hell...? The jade is crafted in the shape of a blooming rose with a thread of dangling pearls and quartz stone. The hairpin is made of sleek black sandalwood.

"I picked it up from some random- vendor by the street-" Taehyung cleared his throat. I skeptically glanced at the expensive-looking box and back at him.

"You got something like this from the street...?" I asked, frowning at him. How is that possible? I grew up admiring high-quality gemstones all my life. And he's telling me this is sold on the street...?

"Oh- Some old woman wouldn't stop bugging me- so I bought it for 5000 won," He shrugged. I blinked and glanced at the high-quality jade, suspiciously inspecting the piecework. He's lying, isn't he? I'm not convinced.

"Take me to the vendor. I should buy a few more," I smiled, looking at him. Taehyung frowned at me. Hah! I saw it! He's startled by my request.

"She probably left!" The man snapped, appearing somewhat very irritated as he crossed his arms over his chest again.

"I love it. It's stunning for something so valueless," I chuckled. Taehyung suddenly glanced at my loose bun and back at me. He definitely didn't buy this from the street.

"Do- Do you want to put it in your hair?" He nervously asked. I nodded, so Taehyung got up and rounded the table without hesitation. I uncomfortably sat at the table as he grabbed the hairpin from my hand and gently inserted it into my bun. Why did he buy me a gift on his birthday? How strange.

"Is it pretty?" I asked, worriedly glancing up at him as he gently fixed my hair. Taehyung quickly strode away and sat back down to examine the pin, intensely inspecting the jade in my hair with a critical frown. What's with him...? He's acting as if he just placed a bomb in my hair.

"Just like how I saw you," He firmly nodded.

"What?" I frowned at his bizarre statement while touching the pin in my hair. What is he saying?

"Nothing," Taehyung blinked out his thoughts and lowered his face to sip from his cup again. I think he's flustered. Taehyung isn't the type to openly express his feelings, so I shouldn't pressure him. I smiled. This is a very thoughtful gift. I'd never expect him to buy something like this for me...?

"Anyways. What's our schedule today...?" I cleared my throat.

"We don't have a schedule today," Taehyung shrugged. I frowned.

"What? Then why did you call me?!-"

"It's my birthday. It's your duty to keep me company," Taehyung shrugged. So he remembers! Waaaah~! I glared at his smug smile and glanced at the drifting snow outside the window with a slight grimace.

A moment later.

"Oh? What are you doing?" I curiously asked, gently pushing open the kitchen door to find Yangcha settling the meals on the counter after returning from the brief outings with Taehyung. The maid smiled at me and left us alone as I rolled in on the wheelchair.

"Cooking for my beloved wife, of course," Yangcha smiled, briefly glancing at me as I gripped the edge of the high counter and leaned upward to peek at the savory dishes.

"Are you sure the food is edible? She shouldn't get poisoned again," Taehyung muttered, strolling after me to grab a water bottle from the built-in fridge. Yangcha sideways glared at the alpha and walked forward to heave me from the wheelchair. He placed me on the stool by the counter and gave me a soft peck as I stared at the warm meals with my lips ajar.

"I made enough portions for three. Eat it if you're so curious about my skills," Yangcha muttered, sitting beside me as he poured the water into a glass. Taehyung grimaced and walked out of the kitchen without touching the food.

"Who taught you the recipe?" I asked, keenly picking up a squid with my chopstick and took a bite of the flavorful texture before glancing at Yangcha with a startled look.

"I looked up the recipe online," He shrugged while eating from my rice bowl with a spoon.

"This is your first time cooking?" I frowned at him. How is it so well-flavored?

"Anything is possible for my wife," He smirked, glancing at me as we shared the rice bowl.

"You're lying!- Were you pretending to be clueless this entire time- so I'd cook for you!?!" I gasped, smacking his bicep in disbelief. Yangcha chuckled, funnily pushing my hand away as he chewed the food. It's delicious! This is unbelievable!

"It's seriously my first time cooking!" He insisted. I smiled at the warm meal and glanced back at him.

"My lovely husband is a great chef!" I giggled. Yangcha held my hand over the counter and carefully raised the rice to my lips, so I ate it with a delighted smile.

"I'll cook for you from now on," He nudged my arm.

"Wae?" I blinked at him. He's always so busy. How will he find the time to prepare the meals for me?

"I'm afraid you might get poisoned again if your mother finds out about your pregnancy. She's not fond of me," Yangcha sadly glanced at my stomach. I pursed my lips and dimmed my eyes on the half-eaten rice in the bowl.

"I haven't told anyone yet. Let's keep it a secret for now," I nodded.

He's right. My mother will not respond well to my pregnancy announcement so it's best to keep it a secret until we're ready. Yangcha released my hand and gently patted my head as we chatted over the warm meals in the vacant space. He left the dishes for the maids in the sink and took me back to our bedroom.

A moment later.

Yangcha bathed me first, dressed me in a comfortable gown and eventually left to care for himself. I happily hummed under my breath while sitting on the bed as I played the game on his phone with my back pressed against the bed board. I harvested the chicken's eggs to place them for sale until I noticed a notification from an unknown number.

Unknown: Yangcha. Should we meet again? I have a gift for you.

I blinked at the notification and proceeded to check my farm with an unbothered expression until Yangcha strolled out of the bathroom in his fresh pajamas while ruffling the excess water from his buzzcut. He applied the moisturizer to his face at my vanity table before grabbing a massive gift bag from the couch to place it on the mattress.

"What did you get?" I asked without looking away from the screen.

"Your maternity gowns," He replied while pulling out a stack of neatly folded expensive silk. I switched off his phone and sat up with a weak smile as he settled the gowns on the mattress.

"My stomach isn't that visible yet," I chuckled as I reached for the pretty pieces.

"Let's go shopping for our baby clothes together once we confirm our baby's gender," He smiled. I chuckled as I stared at the fine gowns. He's got good taste in everything!

"Should we conceal it? The gender?" I suggested. Yangcha laughed and crawled over to hug me on my side while rubbing the little bump over my stomach, so I hugged his neck with a faint smile as he gently kissed my lips to smother me with his minty breath.

"That would be exciting," He agreed, pulling away to smile at me. Yangcha grabbed the gowns, scrambled off the bed, and neatly hung them in my closet as I combed my fingers through my hair until his phone started vibrating... just as he strolled back towards me.

"Oh. Someone sent you a text earlier," I muttered. Yangcha lifted the phone from the mattress with a slight frown while combing his fingers through my hair. Tap. Tap.

My husband checked the text and finally answered the call from the unknown source as he settled by my side on the mattress with the phone pressed against his ear, tenderly lowering his hand to stroke my cheek as I quietly sat against the bedboard.

"Oh. Minhee-ah?" Yangcha answered, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. I giggled, shyly covering my mouth to stop myself from making any noise as he spoke on the phone.

"I can't. I'm busy these days. My wife isn't well either. I have to be with her- Okay," He briefly chatted with the person before hanging up on her and tossed his phone aside as I rubbed his thick forearms with a curious smile.

"Is she your secret mistress?" I teased as he circled his arms around my waist and gently snuggled against my neck to seek my comfort. He's so snuggly~!

"She's the woman I told you about. The one you met at the tower," Yangcha mumbled as he straightened his back again and opened the drawer under the nightstand to bring out a fresh pair of cashmere socks. He carefully lifted the blanket off my legs and gently pulled the socks up to my ankles. The alpha suddenly kissed the base of my feet, causing me to giggle at his playful behavior.

"She wants to meet you again?" I curiously asked as my husband massaged my stiff shins.

"Yeah. But I'm not interested in her. I already told her many times that I'm married," He shrugged. I weakly smiled while sitting against the headboard.

"You're a very magnetic man. I should be worried about my husband attracting the women around him," I chuckled. Yangcha smiled and glanced at me as he gently rotated my ankle to ease my swift joints. I could barely feel his touch, but it was very relieving.

"I don't honestly care about anyone around me unless it's you. People in general... don't interest me. I actually have a really poor... reputation at the tower because I'm always too coarse and frigid," Yangcha shrugged. I quietly stared at him as I massaged my sore breasts.

"I'm grateful to have you," I smiled. Yangcha lifted his face to stare at me, so I held out my hand for him. The man smiled at my invitation and held onto my fingers before crawling over my body to hug me as I gently embraced his broad shoulders.

"Does your breasts hurt?" He asked, lifting his face to examine my cleavage, worriedly sitting up beside me again.

"It's a bit sore. I guess I'm starting to produce milk," I nodded. I've been feeling sore all over. Especially my breasts. Yangcha carefully pulled the strap off my shoulder and reached under the silk to feel my perky breast with his bare palm. I pursed my lips at his neutral face as he kneaded me until he noticed my flushed face and suddenly leaned forward to kiss me. Smooch. I kissed him back while playing with his earlobe.

"It's a bit firm. Does the pain bother you?" He asked, pulling face away to inspect my boobs as he massaged the bouncy flesh. I softly giggled at the ticklish sensation.

"I'm fine- Hah~! Hey! What are you doing!" I gasped when he suddenly lowered his face to nibble on my breast, making me tense my body in difficulty. Yangcha didn't answer me and sucked onto the sensitive tips while kneading my chest with his palm.

"Does it hurt when I do this...?" He asked, lifting his head to smile at my flushed cheeks before lowering his face to bite onto my breast again. I huffed and patted his head as he teased me with the pleasuring strokes.

"I don't think the milk is enough to feed a big baby like you," I chuckled. Yangcha lifted his head from my soaked breast, carefully pulling the strap back onto my shoulder and softly kissed me with his damp lips.

"Can you feel anything when I touch you like this?" He muttered, curiously slipping his fingers between my inner thighs. I pursed my lips and glanced at his hand placement... beneath my gown.

"Not really. I can feel your touch... but not much," I shrugged. Yangcha frowned and slid his hand higher until I felt him skimming his fingers over my panties.

"What about here...?" He asked, eagerly examining my face for a favorable reaction. I uneasily bit my lower lips while holding his shoulders as he pressed his thumb against my crotch to stimulate my sensitive spot.

"Yeah. I can feel everything there," I whispered, nervously nodding as he rubbed his thumb over my panties.

Yangcha smiled at my troubled frown and leaned forward to kiss me again. He shouldn't tease me. I can barely make use of my lower body so how will I return the favor if I'm this useless? I tightly clung to his neck for support as he touched me between my legs until I muffled against his lips with a slight frown. He eventually broke our steamy kiss and scooted downward while positioning my stiff legs over the mattress to make me spread for him before lowering his face between my thighs. Oh? Is he seriously in the mood...?

I nervously held onto his head as he pleased me with his face pressed against my bare groin... until my face burned with every movement of his arousing strokes. Yangcha held my thighs apart and gently gave me an oral favor until I whimpered in distress while sitting against the bedhead. Slurp. Slurp.

I intensely squirmed at the friction of his raw tastebuds... rubbing and stroking my sensitive flesh until I felt the scalding warmth expanding inside my throbbing canal. I huffed in extreme difficulty and pulled my gown over his head as he repeatedly licked and sucked on me until I was dripping wet from the taunting activities of his skilled foreplay.

"You're quite tense," He chuckled, lifting his face to examine my stiff body as I struggled to contain myself. I'm really horny because of him~!

"My hormones aren't paralyzed," I chuckled, weakly grazing my hand over his damp lips.

Yangcha chuckled at my lustful response and gently hooked my paralyzed legs over his muscular shoulders before lowering his parted lips to fit his nose over my crotch and ate me out until I squirmed helplessly with my lips pursed in difficulty. I can't even curl my toes! This is torture! I quickly reached downward to cup his face and lifted his head from my throbbing lady bits when I could no longer endure the sexual favor.

My husband unsurely inspected my troubled frown as I sat against the headboard with the gown lifted to my waist... and legs spread apart like... a broken doll. I hyperventilated over the bed with a flushed face until he smiled at my timid behavior and softly pecked my crotch again, making me quiver in extreme pleasure. I'm very sensitive!

"It's a bit... difficult because I can't move my lower body," I muttered, worriedly frowning at Yangcha as he softly kissed my inner thigh. I don't think I can properly please him. He shook his head with a weak smile and gently towed my body by my hips to make me lay on my back as he reached inside his pants to pull out his hard bulge. I nervously watched him beat his raw meat between his firm grip as he knelt between my paralyzed thighs with flustered cheeks.

"I'll do it myself if you're not comfortable," Yangcha dimmed his eyes in pleasure as he touched himself over my soaked groin.

I bit my fingers with a burning red face as he sexily moaned, slightly tilting his head back to expose his godly physique. Should I help him? He's too tense. I gulped intensely while staring at his protruding Adam's apple before drifting my temped gaze to his deep collar bones and finally skimming my dilated pupils down to... the visible bulging veins... over his pelvis as he jerked his raw meat over my crotch. I unconsciously sucked my fingers until I felt my body vibrating intensely from his untamed behavior.

"Just... the tip... is that okay?" I nervously whispered. I want to relieve his strain. Yangcha nodded and gently nudged his tip against my throbbing crotch. He didn't penetrate all the way and gently humped on me. Fuck- this is torture! I rubbed my face in distress while sprawling helplessly over the mattress as he chafed his warm tip against my soaked slit.

"This is sort of... pleasing," Yangcha chuckled, lifting his flushed face to stare at me as I watched him please our bodies with his steady thumps. He lowered his lips to kiss me, so I hugged his back and pulled him down until I felt our heated flesh grinding against one another. My heart is racing out of control. Why am I so aroused? I'm throbbing so much!

"Put it in..." I whispered, reaching down to hold his wet bulge. Yangcha drew away from my lips with a startled expression as I clutched his strong hip to encourage him.

"All the way? But you-"

"It's fine. I'm comfortable. I want you inside me," I whispered, carefully lifting my hand to hold his warm cheek.

He unsurely scanned my face for a brief moment before leaning downward to smother me with his steamy lips as he firmly inserted himself... all the way inside me. Ah~ I love his presence. I muffled against his lips and kissed him harder as I felt the tingling nerves in my body jolting in pleasure. Yangcha groaned in satisfaction and pecked my cheek as he steadily thrust between my legs to initiate the heated intercourse... so I reached downward to hold his back dimples and gently groped his butt cheeks.

"This is our first time sleeping together as wife and husband," Yangcha chuckled. I smiled and opened my eyes to observe his affectionate gaze as he hovered over me. He softly moaned and rested his forehead over mine to concentrate on the powerful thrusts with his lips ajar.

"How do you feel?" I whispered, uneasily tensing up beneath his heavy trunk as he steadily pounded between my legs. Yangcha kissed my cheek and lowered his head to snuggle his face against my hair as he firmly held my shoulders to stabilize my frail body over the rocking mattress.

"A proud husband... but I feel like I'm going to get a stroke because of my wife. She's clenching onto me like there's no tomorrow- urh. Why didn't you tell me you were this horny? Hmm...?- Are you trying to eat up my manly bulge with your hunger...?" He teased. I laughed and hugged his head until he entirely lowered his heavy body onto mine.

I kissed the scar on his head as he interlaced our fingers on the mattress, gently pressing my hand against the pillow as our moist bodies ignited with unbearable pleasure. Yangcha almost suffocated me with his sturdy weight as he neared his climax... so I weakly whimpered and clutched onto his back with my sweaty face buried against his pulsating chest as he relentlessly beat the sticky juice out of my tight canal.

We had a very wild night. He ejaculated twice... and I was depleted of energy after he finished me off to ensure I was satisfied. Yangcha made sure to wash me, and we finally headed to bed after the tiring love-making session. Ah~ I feel so much better!

"Are you sore...?" Yangcha whispered as he sat crossed legs beside my body to pull the socks back onto my feet. I sleepily admired his hot torso while lying on the bed and calmly traced my gaze to his slightly pink nose until he lifted his face to stare at me after I failed to respond to him. He likes to be shirtless around me. And his muscles are obviously very distracting.

"It was probably the best time we had together," I smiled. Yangcha chuckled as he pulled the fine silk over my exposed shins before lifting the blanket to cover our bodies and slipped in beside me.

"I love you," He whispered, gently kissing my forehead as he slipped his strong bicep under my head to cushion me.

"Do you regret marrying me...?" I whispered while staring at his sleepy face. Yangcha lightly poked my nose with a weak smile.

"Is it a wife thing to ask me if I regret marrying her right after I told her I love her?" He chuckled. I smiled and patted his cheek until he leaned forward to press his lips against mine again. Smooch. He pulled away to admire my face while weaving his fingers through my hair.

"If I was a rock- would you love me-"

"Ah~ What the hell~?" Yangcha scoffed, funnily pressing his face against our pillow as I examined his rosy red cheeks.

"Answer me! If I was a rock-"

"Are you out of your mind!?- How would I know if you're a rock?" He frowned at me with a dumbfounded look.

"So you won't love me if I am a rock?-"

"I never said that! But- seriously- Why would you ask me that?-!?!- Sora! Hey!-  Baby~! Don't try to pick a fight with me!" Yangcha burst out laughing when I whipped my face away with a sore grimace. He gently drew my face back, but I whined and pushed him away until he secured my wrist to stop me from resisting him.

"If you were a rock- I'd pick it up and fling it off a cliff!" I snapped, causing Yangcha to freeze in shock. He stared at me as if I was out of my mind.

"That's a bit too harsh, don't you think!?" He scoffed with an offended look as he held my wrist over his chest.

"I wouldn't know you're a rock, so why should I care- Ah! Hey- Ahahaha! Stop it!" I tried to bicker when he suddenly tickled my waist, causing me to screech in shock. I frantically shoved him away and tried to free myself from his grip, but my lower body wouldn't budge. Yangcha chuckled and pulled me back to hold my head firmly against his bare chest, intentionally suffocating me against his firm pecs.

"How dare you- Ah! Ouch!- Yeobo~!" He gasped, quickly cupping my cheeks to force me away after I bit his hard pecs. I glared at him as the man grunted and rubbed the bite mark on his chest in disbelief.

"This rock can bite!" I sneered. Yangcha laughed at my grumpy mood and pinched my cheek, making me frown even harder at his unbothered reaction. What's so funny?!

"I don't know... why you're claiming to be a rock... but just like your current state... I'll still carry your paralyzed body with me and take you everywhere. I'd wash and feed you every day even if you can't raise your limbs," Yangcha smiled, gently brushing my cheek with a faint smile. I glanced at the bite mark on his chest and back at him. Sighing, I leaned forward to peck the wound as an apology and lifted my face to stare at him again.

"Even if you decide to abandon me one day... I won't have the ability to get up and chase after you," I dimly muttered. Yangcha smiled, gently interlaced our fingers, and held our hands between our faces over the pillow.

"I've already sold my soul to you. I'm your shadow. Remember? I can never separate from you," He whispered, gently squeezing my hand. I nodded at his assurance and hugged his chest in defeat.

"I love you. I love you so much I'm willing to carve out my heart and place it in your palms," Yangcha whispered with his eyes closed as he inhaled my scented hair. I gripped his shoulder with my nose pressed against his honey-tanned skin and calmly absorbed his soothing body warmth.

He's my solace.

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Fast Forward

I quietly typed on the touch screen while sitting in the wheelchair beside Taehyung's leather seat with a blanket over my lap. We're working in his bedroom. The alpha glanced at me and back to the screen on his laptop before glancing at me again as I chewed the crackers loudly.

"Did you gain weight?" He asked, finally voicing his curiosity. I stopped chewing and looked up at his concerned frown before glancing at the silk gown over my body with my lips pursed.

"A little. Why?" I shrugged, dismissively glancing away. Taehyung suddenly lowered his gaze to my plump cleavage with a suspicious look. I uneasily swallowed the cracker when he wouldn't stop staring at my breast.

"Did your boobs get bigger? They appear bigger than usual," He shrugged. Dumfounded. I froze in my seat. Taehyung stared at me with a poker face. What...?

"W-Why- are you looking at my boobs!" I gasped, quickly covering my chest in disbelief. That's why he kept glancing at me?!

"I told you it looks bigger-"

"Ah! So weird!" I whined, hastily yanking the silk to hide my cleavage. Is he crazy?!

"I don't remember your breast being this plump...? You used to be this size...? Wait. A little bigger...? I'm sure they were smaller...?" He lowly muttered, lowering his intense gaze to his open palms with a slight frown. I scoffed at the crazy man as he tried to guess my breast size while pretending to grope the imaginary boobies with his bizarre clutching gesture. He's a pervert! Why is he pretending to grope my boobs so shamelessly?!

"I gained a little weight, so-"

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Taehyung suddenly asked, glancing at me again. I immediately pursed my lips with a flustered look. He frowned at my horrified expression... still clutching the imaginary boobies with his empty hands suspended in the air.

"What-"

"You're pregnant?!" He gasped, eyes bulging open in disbelief. Taehyung glanced down at my stomach and- back up at me with a terrified look.

"I didn't say-"

"The puking! Weight gain! Fatigue and plump breasts!- And your weird glowy energy-" He gasped, widening his eyes- but didn't finish his sentence when I launched forward to cover his mouth.

"Shhhh! It's a secret!" I snapped while glaring at him. Taehyung gawked at me with his bulging eyeballs and glanced down at my stomach again.

"You're pregnant?!" He lowered his voice. I uneasily lowered my hand from his mouth and turned to take a sip of water from the mug.

"Almost two months," I nodded. Taehyung scoffed without tearing his eyes away.

"Does he know?" Taehyung asked, keenly leaning forward to question me.

"Yeah. Yangcha took me to the hospital last week," I nodded. Taehyung funnily pulled his hair and turned to frown at the laptop screen. He's bewildered.

"And you're keeping the baby?" He asked, glancing at me again with his bulging eyeballs. Dumbfounded... I looked up at his startled expression with a grimace.

"Yeah...?" I replied. He scoffed again, suddenly glaring at the screen in resentment.

"But you didn't want to keep our baby!" He snapped, turning to glare at me. I pursed my lips as he cutely frowned at me.

"That's a different situation-"

"Your mother will go crazy if she knows-"

"That's why I'm asking you to be quiet!" I smacked his arm. Taehyung frowned at me and glared at his screen again, dramatically covering his mouth. The alpha suddenly rubbed his burning face and leaned back against the armchair in defeat.

"You're being unfair-"

"Hey! What do you mean it's unfair?! If you want to have a baby- then marry a woman! She'll give you a baby!" I whined. Taehyung sideway glared at me.

"That simply?!" He snapped.

"Oh! All it takes is an egg and a sperm-"

"You're so annoying!" He snapped, abruptly pushing my face away with his palm. I gasped at his harshness before firing him an offended look as Taehyung lifted his fingers to the keyboard. Click! Clack! Click! Clack! He angrily slapped the buttons in irritation.

The alpha became cranky after he found out about my pregnancy and would nag me about it until we ended up... bickering nonstop over the littlest thing. It's unfair?! We weren't in a position to have a child together! He wanted to marry another woman! And I knew I wasn't secure enough to raise my own child! [Edited]

The alpha became cranky after I found out about my pregnancy and would nag me about it until we ended up... bickering nonstop over the littlest thing. It's unfair?! We weren't in a position to have a child together! He wanted to marry another woman! And I knew I wasn't secure enough to raise my own child!

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The Elite Council

Third Person POV

The massive oak door swung open as Jae Yangcha escorted the supreme alpha inside the power ring, finally making their first official appearance together after their marriage. The council shifted their prying eyes to the newlyweds as the automated wheelchair rolled steadily over the carpet floor. Kim Seokjin blankly stared at his former lover as Kim Taehyung strolled in after the couple in his formal suit.

Jang Sora eventually shifted her eyes to her mother's blank expression as the cold-blooded ace sat in her seat with an emotionless gaze on her daughter. The supreme alpha tensed her grip on the handrest as she held the fierce eye contact with her blood mother. The culprit behind her tragic inability to move her lower body is no other than the woman she calls her mother.

Kim Taehyung sternly strode up the staircase as Jae Yangcha lifted his wife out of the wheelchair and effortlessly carried her lightweight body up the platform to settle her on the first row with a straight face. He patted his suit and finally settled beside his wife. The first-rank alphas scanned the crowd below them with little to no emotions in their gaze.

Kim Namjoon glanced at Jung Hoseok, who was tensely staring at their new leader. The alpha glanced at his girlfriend, Kang Minah, who was restlessly staring at the serial killer. Park Jimin dimmed his eyes on Kim Taehyung, who settled in his seat with Chul Sungho, but the Kim's heir didn't bat an eye at the Park's heir and shifted his stern gaze to Min Yoongi. A potential ally.

Jang Sora finally shifted her gaze to Jeon Jungkook as he remained seated in his armchair with a stone-cold expression. She hadn't seen him in months... and today... was the half-blood's first appearance after he plunged a deadly bullet inside his cousin. Sora finally averted her blank gaze from the alpha once her husband interlaced his fingers with hers to assure her of his support. The supreme alpha glanced back at the council until the door flung open... and a familiar-looking man strolled inside the room. [Edited]

Jang Sora finally shifted her gaze to Jeon Jungkook as he remained seated in his seat with a stone-cold expression. She hadn't seen him in months... and today... was the half-blood's first appearance after he shot down his cousin. Sora finally averted her eyes away from the alpha once her husband interlaced his fingers with hers to assure her of his support. They nodded at each other without speaking, so the supreme alpha glanced back at the council until the door swung open... and a familiar-looking man strolled inside the room.

The supreme alpha immediately stiffened in her seat once she recognized his scruffy beard. The man responsible for her abduction. Yangcha briefly glanced at Sora's shaky fingers over the table and back at the man with a resentful glower as the leader halted by the podium at the base of the venue with his chin raised. The man smirked and glanced in the supreme alpha's direction, causing Ga Aera to freeze in her seat as she darkly anticipated the cult leader's threatening presence.

"Annyeonghaseyo. I'm Chung Manseok. The late first lady's brother," The man introduced himself to the council.

"The trial may begin," The moderator announced. The man smirked and switched on the extensive screen with a small remote to display the pictures of Park Bogum's injured state at the hospital.

"The heir was severely harmed at the hands of the alphas," Manseok nodded at Bogum's bandaged head and limbs in the picture.

"The society was never aware of Park Bogum's existence," Kim Namjoon calmly denied the society's involvement with Jihyun's secret heir.

"I initially wanted to attack the alphas from the shadows to seek revenge. But... I realized... there was only one household responsible for the legitimate heir's unfortunate condition. And that is... the supreme alpha and her household," The man shifted his dim eyes to the first rank.

"We didn't know he existed either," Appa calmly countered the man. He chuckled and glanced at Jae Yangcha.

"You wanted to see me. Right? Mr. Supreme alpha?" The man nodded at Yangcha, who was unblinkingly staring right back at the man without budging.

"The supreme alpha is innocent of the crimes. Jang Sora never intended to hurt Park Bogum. It is you... who abducted and tortured her," Yangcha narrowed his eyes on the man.

"After you abducted the heir-"

Sora's POV

"Park Bogum doesn't have an heir. Stop using the puppet boy to deceive us. The council will not tolerate your devious schemes," Eomma seethed at the man. He chuckled at my mother and clicked on the remote again. Click.

I glanced at the screen to find street footage of an empty intersection. My heart thumped in horror once I noticed Park Bogum walking along the sidewalk and crossing the street... just as I chased him. I flinched in a panic... once the car slammed into the drunk man as he defenselessly stood over the crosswalk, sending him tumbling over the asphalt road. The memories... makes me uncomfortable.

"Jae Yangcha. You knew Park Bogum was the ultimate heir before the others. Am I correct? So you tried to kill the heir?" The man questioned, shifting his gaze to Yangcha again.

"Oh. I knew you were going to use the scapegoat to stir up disorder within the council, so I figured I should end him early so he wouldn't have a chance to initiate problems," Yangcha shrugged. What? I gripped his hand and looked up at him in surprise. He was the man behind the wheel that night!? He tried to end Park Bogum's life?! It was Yangcha?! Why didn't he ever tell me?! Eomma snapped her deadly glare at Jae Yangcha in irritation.

"You knew we'd rise one day to seek justice so you've married into the supreme alpha's bloodline to... flee from your crimes with Jang Sora's untouchable power. But did you think... her cold-blood family could save you from the dead supreme alpha's wrath?  Park Jihyun and his wife were brutally murdered by the Jangs. You married into a bloodline of killers," The man chuckled, weakly shaking his head at the alpha.

"The Jang did not murder the supreme alpha! How many times did we-"

"Yes, you did. You planned a coup to overthrow the supreme alpha the night before he passed," Jungkook suddenly spoke up. My mother halted in horror and fired the third rank a startled look upon his shocking intervention to assist the cult.

"What are you saying-"

"It may be unclear how the fire started, but the supreme alpha's door was clamped shut. I was a witness. Someone locked them inside. Right, Sora? You saw it too. Taehyung? You were there," Jungkook smirked as he smugly averted his gaze toward Taehyung and me from across the room. Is he nuts?!

"Jeon Jungkook!-"

"Mrs. Jang killed my birth mother with hallucinating drugs just like she poisoned her own daughter at the wedding. And she used Kim Taehyung to murder his average uncle so she could assemble a powerful alliance. She had everything planned out. The woman exploited her alliances to protect the young supreme alpha," Jeon Jungkook rudely disrupted my mother, causing her face to flash in extreme spite as the half-blood sided with the cult and the society.

"Aera. How long are you... going to... allow Park Jihyun's betrayal to dictate your greed to attain power? You never favored the first lady after Park Jihyun betrayed you to wed the average woman... and you have been convincing your alliance to abandon the supreme alpha because you claim Park Jihyun... isn't a worthy leader," Jeon Minhyuk, Mr. Jeon suddenly spoke up, causing the Kims to glance at their former ally unsurely. The Jeon is challenging my household!? Is this Jungkook's intention?!

"It was the first lady who tried to kill us that night! The fire almost took away the precious lives of the anonymous heirs!" My mother snapped at Mr. Jeon in disbelief as he remained blank in his seat.

"No. It was the Jang's sole scheme to end the supreme alpha's life with the first lady. That's why you went after my wife and daughter that night and killed them in a staged accident because you were afraid... that they'd be the witnesses to your hot-blooded murder. My wife was your best friend... remember? Bora? You left her and my daughter to die under the winter storm," The man narrowed his eyes on my mother before switching the screen to reveal a completely wrecked truck... flipped on the side of the road by a hill. Eomma's eyes suddenly flashed in dread as she fearfully stared at the photograph. She looked... almost mortified by the accusation.

"What are you saying!? I d-didn't-"

"My daughter did not perish in the accident. She saw you that night. The woman... who left her mother and her to die in the car wreck after flipping their truck over. I had to send my daughter abroad and conceal her identity because I was afraid... you'd chase after her," The man smugly smiled at my mother, who was utterly shaken in her seat. What's going on...? Why is eomma suddenly losing herself?

"The accident took place over a decade ago. You don't have any evidence to back your accusations," Yangcha defended my mother, who was too terrified to speak. She kept staring at the picture of her dead friend's corpse with a pale face. Did she really kill... her friend...?

"But I have living witnesses and all the necessary documents to hold the Jang family accountable for their crimes," The man smirked as he shifted his evil stare to me. I intensely glared at his face without blinking.

"The documents. Where is it, Aera? You hid Park Jihyun's asset contracts after the fire. How did you get your hands on his files...? We never knew his hidden safe... but you had the supreme alpha's seal on the document that night," Mr. Jeon questioned. My mother clenched her jaw and glanced at me with a dark frown. Why is she glaring at me?!

"We never got our hands on the document! It burnt with the fire!" My father fired his friend a sharp glare.

"I saw it that night. Aera... hiding the documents with the seal after we returned to safety," Mr. Jeon pressed my mother, whose face turned even paler upon his unexpected confrontation. She nervously glanced at my father as he turned to question her with a restless look.

"It was your plan to end the supreme alpha and the first lady so you could seize his power. Why would you conceal all the documents... if the assets are legally yours?" Jungkook smirked. My mother clenched his jaw and glared at the half-blood before firing the man a deadly look again. She's muted. That's unlike her. Is it true? I frowned at eomma's strange behavior as she tensed her neck muscles.

"Bring the documents, Gae Aera. If the supreme alpha's power is rightfully yours... then disclose it to the society. What is there to hide?" Chung Manseok smirked at my mother. My father frowned at my mother's shaken behavior before glancing back at the council as they directed their deadly attention on her.

My mother. She's at a dead end.

How is that possible...? What really happened during the fire night...?

A moment later.

Yangcha steadily steered the wheelchair through the mansion's door after our return from the elite meeting. It didn't end well- My parents immediately rushed home after the Jeon accused my mother of withholding Park Jihyun's original contracts. Yangcha briefly exchanged glances with me as my mother furiously rubbed her face until her skin glowed bright red from the rough friction.

It's strange. I've never seen my mother express such an unstable reaction before. Even appa appeared, taken aback by his wife's restlessness. The Jeons and Kims suddenly stormed in after me... so Yangcha quickly drew my wheelchair aside to make space for the households.

"You had Park Jihyun's asset all along?!" Mrs. Kim frowned at my mother as Taehyung strode in after his mother.

"Why didn't you disclose it to the society when they asked for evidence!" My father snapped at my mother. She glanced at me again as Jungkook intensely glared at Yangcha. Wait. Appa wasn't aware? Why did eomma keep the documents to herself? What's happening?!

"Wae? Are you fools startled now after you refused to renew the contracts?!" Eomma snapped at the alliances.

"You could've told us-"

"Why is it my responsibility to ensure your loyalty?! You've chosen to betray my household!" Eomma snapped at Mr. Jeon when he tried to speak. Do-hwan unsurely strolled inside the tense room as the alliances disputed over Park Jihyun's lost contract.

"If Jang Sora is the rightful heir- then why are you concealing the contract?!" Jungkook impatiently seethed at my mother- SLAP!

Taehyung widened his eyes at my mother's sudden outburst and glanced at me with a startled look as I gripped my hands over my lap after the woman struck the half-blood with all her might. Jungkook scoffed in disbelief upon receiving the harsh blow to his face.

"You ungrateful piece of shit! I should have left you to rot with your fucking mother that night! How dare you expose the household affairs to the council?! Did you think backstabbing the alliance would make you the best man in the game!? Outrageous!" She sneered, angrily glowering at the alpha with her face tilted upward. Jungkook shifted his burning pupils to glare at my mother as the bright handprint appeared on his cheek. I understand... that he's upset over my household affair, but why did he recklessly expose the households? It'll put us all in danger.

"You tried to kill me! You convinced my father to fucking run me over with a truck! You're the fucking devil!- What!? I should be grateful!? Because you spared my life?! When was my life ever yours to control!?" Jungkook bellowed at my mother's fuming face, causing her to glow bright red from the rising blood pressure in her face. Jungkook's temples pulsated intensely as he challenged my mother to fierce eye contact without dropping his deadly gaze.

"An average blood like you is born to curse the society! You bring destruction-"

"Stop it with your crazy obsession with Park Jihyun! Where is the contract, Aera!?! The society will seize the Jang's assets if you fail to deliver proof! The council will devour Park Chulseok's power because of your greed!" Mr. Jeon seethed, suddenly stepping toward my raging mother as Mrs. Jeon gently tugged her stepson backward.

"Hah! You fools fled-" My mother laughed like a madman but abruptly halted when Jungkook angrily jerked his hand from his stepmother's grip to snap something at my face. I froze in shock... as Jeon Jungkook... firmly directed... a gun barrel... at my head. He didn't look a me but glared at my mother as I remained... paralyzed by his shocking aggression.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Yangcha roared, angrily stepping forward just as Do-hwan blocked the gun with his body to form a barrier between me and Jeon Jungkook.

"Bring the fucking contracts, or I'll fucking murder all four of the Jang- ARH?!-" Jungkook hastily shoved Do-hwan aside with his raging glare on me- Smack! The half-blood violently toppled backward when Jae Yangcha swiftly... pounced forward... with his sharpened claws and roughly kicked the gun out of Jungkook's wrist, causing me to flinch in shock. My husband furiously thrust the half-blood aside until Jungkook lost his balance- and stumbled over the polished tiles in bewilderment.

Jeon Jungkook grunted in irritation while regaining his balance over the floor and suddenly bolted towards the wild Jarguar- who effortlessly seized Jungkook's aggressive punch and tried to strike Jungkook with his balled fists- Snatch! Taehyung unexpectedly yanked his cousin by his back collar and shoved Yangcha away to break the fight.

"ENOUGH!" Taehyung bellowed but the half-blood refused to back down and hastily shoved his cousin aside before dashing towards Yangcha with flaring nostrils... determined to challenge the wild beast with his egotistical pride. The elders gasped in a panic while backing away as Yangcha took the blinding kick to his jaw. Thump!

"Yangcha!-" I shrieked and tried to roll my wheelchair forward as he weakly stumbled onto the couch, but Do-hwan firmly held me back. Jungkook sneered and stormed toward Yangcha, who snapped his furious glower at the half-blood and launched at him with his fists clenched. They'll kill each other at this rate!

Jungkook swiftly dodged Yangcha's deadly strike and kicked the alpha square in the chest again, sending my husband crashing onto the couch. Gasp! I whimpered in distress as Do-hwan firmly held my forearm. Yangcha will lose himself to his darkness if Jungkook keeps provoking him like this! The silent killer fumed in extreme irritation upon the repeated blows to his body until Jungkook snatched Yangcha's collar and attempted to strike him again- SMACK.

"URGH!" Jungkook painfully groaned when Yangcha slammed his forehead into the half-head, sending him staggering to the side upon the deadly collision.

"The audacity to direct your gun at my fucking wife!" Yangcha growled, angrily towering over Jungkook with his baring fangs. Snatch! My mother gasped and stumbled to the side as Jungkook violently swung the flower vase at Yangcha, who immediately shielded himself with his rock-hard forearm- CRASH! The ceramic shattered all over the floor without scratching the Jarguar.

Jeon Jungkook frantically snatched a shard from the ground and dashed forward... but Yangcha swiftly dodged to the side and tried to headlock Jungkook, who suddenly swept the Jaguar off his feet. Thump!

Yangcha tumbled onto the floor just as Jungkook aggressively launched forward again- roughly stapling the silent killer with his knees as he angrily raised the deadly shard above his head- causing my heart to thump in fright. Yangcha grunted in discomfort. Swift! Taehyung immediately captured his cousin's arm just as Jungkook swung the pointy edge toward Yangcha's exposed throat.

"Fuck! What's the matter with you?!" Taehyung seethed, angrily beating his cousin with his clenched fist. Smack! Jungkook groaned and rolled to the side, so Yangcha quickly sat up and suddenly scrambled towards Jeon Jungkook with the shard he snatched from the floor. Taehyung gasped at the commotion- attempting to block the wild beast... but Yangcha effortlessly dodged Taehyung and swung his forearm with the piercing shard... aimed right at Jungkook's neck... just as the half-blood rose from the floor- THUMP!

I covered my mouth in horror when Do-hwan suddenly swung his solid body between the alphas, causing the broken ceramic to sink deep... into his upper chest. Yangcha flinched in a panic after he accidentally stabbed the chief guard.

"FUCKING FOOLS!" Taehyung roughly punched Yangcha in the face, sending the alpha toppling backward. I shrieked in fear as my husband collapsed onto the floor with a bleeding nose.

Do-hwan clutched the puncture wound over his chest with a stern scowl until he noticed Jungkook scrambling back onto his feet, so he roughly swung his elbow backward at half-blood's face- Thump! Jungkook gasped in shock upon receiving the blunt blow and suddenly dropped to the floor with his hands clasped over his broken nose as the elders stood on the sides with dreadful looks.

My chief guard clenched his jaw in irritation, seized Jeon Jungkook by his collar, and roughly dragged the half-blood out of the mansion as Yangcha slowly regained his balance with his murderous glare on Jeon Jungkook's back, who was thrashing within the guard's clutch to free himself. I gripped my hands in fear as Yangcha glanced... at the handgun beneath the couch with a dark frown. No-! He suddenly jerked forward.

"YANGCHA!" I screamed, swiftly shoving my body off the wheelchair in an attempt to snatch the gun on the floor. Yangcha's eyes widened in shock as I fell off the seat- so he wildly jerked forward to grab my body instead. Thump!

I slammed hard into his solid body, gripping his shoulder weakly as he supported me with a startled look, so I whimpered and clung to his neck with a racing heart. He'll kill with the gun! Taehyung glanced in my direction anxiously, so I signaled him toward the floor... until Taehyung noticed the barrel beneath the couch.

"Are you okay?!" Yangcha gasped, distracted by my collapse.

The evil haze within his pupils suddenly subsided as he gently sat me back in the wheelchair while inspecting my body for signs of discomfort. Taehyung quickly strode forward to snatch the gun off the floor and intensely stared at the bloody trials on the reflective tiles. Do-hwan is mildly injured.

"Leave! Now!" Taehyung sneered at the Jeons, who remained frozen by the couch.

The elders clenched their jaws at his demand and stormed off after Jeon Jungkook, who was being escorted out of the mansion. The Kims huffed at the commotion and stormed off toward their side of the property in discontent... leaving me with the heirs and my parents. Shit. The households can't fall apart like this!

"Jae Yangcha!" My mother shrieked, making me flinch in a panic. Yangcha unsurely shifted his attention to eomma while crouching before my wheelchair.

"Eomma-"

"I need you to tame Kim Seokjin with his lost power," My mother narrowed her dark gaze on the alpha, causing Kim Taehyung to frown at her absurd request.

"What?-"

"I want you to form a dual power with the cult-"

"Eomma! You can't sacrifice-"

"He'll do it if he loves you!" She angrily snapped her flaming pupils at me until appa glanced at her with a concerned frown, so I gripped Yangcha's hand as he stared at my mother and glanced back at me with a conflicted look. Why is she hiding Park Jihyun's documents?! Yangcha shouldn't be involved with our past household affair- so why is she using him as a shield to oppose the council and the cult?!

"Eomma! I don't need him to give up his power-"

"It's his sole decision to marry into our family! So he must fulfill his duty and protect the household with his life!" She snapped back, causing my lips to part in horror. Why is she like this...? How can she simply demand a sacrifice...? Just because I'm wedded to Yangcha? I blinked at Yangcha's darkened frown until a warm tear stream spilled from my eyes. How is she so greedy...?

"He might die if you use his power to suppress the cult-"

"So!? He shouldn't hesitate to die for you-"

"THAT'S NONSENSE!- WHY WOULD ANYONE DIE IN THE NAME OF LOVE!? THAT'S FUCKING STUPID! EOMMA!- I KNOW YOU'RE HEARTBROKEN OVER YOUR PAST LOVER! I KNOW HE BETRAYED YOU FOR ANOTHER WOMAN- BUT JUST BECAUSE YOUR LOVE LIFE FAILED- IT DOESN'T MEAN ALL MEN SHOULD DIE FOR THEIR LOVERS! YOU'RE TOO GREEDY!" I screamed at her in pain.

Why?! Why?! Why is she unleashing her wrath on innocent people around her?! Why is she bleeding on everyone over a man who's not worth her concern!? My mother is a beautiful woman! I know she used to be a pure soul, and it was Park Jihyun's grave mistake to take her for granted- But do I really deserve to endure the expenses of her heartbreak as well!?

"Sora, it's fine. I'll handle the case-"

"No! Are you out of your mind!?- I won't let her exploit you! I've had enough of your bullshit, mother! My lover isn't a pawn in your game!- I might've been foolish before!- I might've let you exploit my past lovers as discardable pawns to shield your household! And I was a fucking stupid person for letting you ruin me and my relationships! But I won't let you have it your way anymore! I WILL NOT LET YOU PIERCE ME WITH YOUR PATHETIC BROKEN HEART!" I shrieked in distress when Yangcha tried to calm my erupting emotions.

My mother fired me a sharp glare until appa took a deep breath and strolled away in frustration. She should be sorry for my father! He's been by her side all his life to support her- and yet she's stubbornly dwelling on Park Jihyun- A dead man?!- By allowing the cheater to dictate her soul?! Does it make sense?!-! For her to torment her friends and families over that fucking douchebag!?

"He provoked the cult first! Jae Yangcha!- It was your plan to trigger the cult so they'd rise and attack us! It was your scheme so you could return as the hero in Jang Sora's life and marry the supreme alpha! You're the reason we're at risk of being devoured by the society and cult- so you must bear all the deadly outcomes of your fucking acts!" She demanded.

"And then what? If he makes the first move... to shield the household with his power... he will not survive," Taehyung calmly stared at my mother.

"And so... he will perish at the consequences of initiating a war he can't fight," Eomma sneered, glaring fiercely at Yangcha's ashen face. He clenched my hands and glanced at me in tears.

"N-Noona- I didn't mean-" Yangcha tried to explain himself, but I shoved him aside and slowly slid off the wheelchair. Thump. Yangcha gasped, attempting to support my frail body... but I pushed his hand away and weakly knelt on the floor in tears. I sobbed in pain as my mother frowned at me.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered while staring at my mother's fuming red face with a pleading look. The woman frowned at me... blood suddenly draining from her face. Maybe she'll soften for me if she knows I'm bearing her future bloodline. If she doesn't want me... at least... she'll have mercy on the innocent soul.

"W-what...?" She scoffed, darkening her expression on my pitiful condition as I knelt at her feet.

"I'm sure you loved me when I was in your womb. Right? Oh? Eomma- it's okay if you don't love me now- but you did love me when I was in your womb, right? That's why you carried me for nine months and gave birth to me? Because I was worthy of being brought to life-? Can't you spare me some sympathy? Just for once...? Oh? I'm in pain, eomma~! I know you love me!" I whimpered, weakly gripping her feet as the messy tears streamed over my face.

"Please- Just let me live for once! Just once! I'm carrying his child right now!- I'll give birth to the Jang's bloodline as you wished!- Eomma! I'm begging you! Please- spare me and Yangcha!- It doesn't matter if he provoked the war! It doesn't matter if he played dirty to return to me! I love him! And I want to live on with him and my- child! Nothing you say now will waver me from abandoning him! So- just this once!- Please- bless us! Please!- Eomma!" I cried in desperation until I felt my chest wrenching in anguish.

"I don't want to be a disappointment in your eyes! I'm trying desperately- and- I'm terribly sorry for being a burden in your life! I'm sorry for existing! And I'm sorry for wasting nine months of your life!- Jebal-! All I want is for you to have mercy on me! You don't have to love me! You don't have to cradle me! But- Please- just let me- live happily! Just this once! The child can't live without a father!" I begged, pathetically sobbing with an aching heart while rubbing my hands together until the slimy snot... dripped from my clogged nostrils.

Taehyung stood by the side with a sullen look as I whimpered in distress and lowered my head to the floor... desperately begging my mother for mercy. Yangcha sat on the floor beside me with his swelling pupils upon witnessing my wretched state, so I shakily lifted my face to find my mother staring at me with her usual... stone-cold... gaze. How is it possible for her... to feel absolutely nothing at the sight of her own daughter's pitiful whimpers and desperate pleas? How is it possible for a mother to glare at her child without a hint of affection!?

"Just like me... you'll regret bringing that child to life," She replied, coldly turning around and strode off. I whimpered and lowered my head in despair as she left without another word. Taehyung rubbed his face and walked off in defeat, leaving me alone with Yangcha, who stared at my unstable condition with a troubled expression.

"I'll beg her again-" I whispered, lifting my torn gaze to Yangcha's discouraged frown. Why did I let our love bloom when there were so many obstacles in our life...? I feel so sorry. Yangcha lowered his gaze to my stomach and backed up at me in tears.

"I'm sorry, noona. I'm so sorry for breaking your heart," He whispered while staring at me in difficulty until his lips trembled. He sniffled and quickly rubbed the tears from his eyes as I stared at the bruises on his face. How are we so helpless...?

"Y- Yangcha- you can't- I don't want to raise a baby without a father- I'm begging you! I can't go through another depressing ending! I don't want to slit my wrist again! I don't want to bleed for love! I don't want to suffer from the agonizing heartbreak again! I'm too weak- Baby please- I'm begging you-" I choked in fear until my body vibrated out of control but was cut short when he suddenly pulled me into a crushing hug. I won't let my mother sacrifice him! I wailed in distress and gripped his shoulders as he firmly held onto my head.

"I won't leave you. I promise. We'll raise our child together. Okay? I'll live for you," Yangcha pulled away to stare at my tearful eyes, reassuring me with his promise. I whimpered and lowered my face in distress, so he gently took my hands until I lifted my puffy eyes to gaze at his pained expression.

"I'm scared- I'm really scared-"

"I'll be right here. Okay...? I need you to stay strong right now... because our baby won't feel well... if its mother is hurting like this," Yangcha firmly gripped my hands, causing the swelling tears to flood my numbed cheeks. I nodded in agreement and lowered my head to press my face against his chest as he tightened his clutch around my broken soul.

We have to live for each other. Only then... can we love.

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Third Person POV

Min Yoongi adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves as he stood at a high-end restaurant with his parents, who were busy speaking with the Kims until the alpha noticed a familiar face strolling into the dining hall. Jae Yangcha carried a pretty flower bouquet in his arms and disappeared into the hushed dining space. Yoongi curiously walked forward to peek inside the hushed room as the wealthy customers chatted over their fancy meals.

"Yangcha," A woman quickly stood up to greet the alpha. Yoongi unsurely frowned at the jaguar's involvement with the unfamiliar lady.

"How is Sora doing...?" Yoongi muttered, briefly glancing at Taehyung who was chatting with a secretary.

"She's fine. Why?" Taehyung replied, walking forward to stand in the doorway but halted once he found Yangcha drawing the chair back to sit at the dining table with a pretty lady. She brightly beamed at him, causing Taehyung to frown at the alpha.

"I didn't know... her husband would offer flowers to another woman?" Yoongi dimmed his eyes as the high-ranking alphas watched their suspicious interaction from the doorway. Taehyung glanced at his watch uneasily and lifted his face to stare at the alpha again. He didn't understand why the man was at the restaurant instead of being at home with pregnant his wife.

"She's home alone...?" Taehyung grunted, darting the alpha an uptight frown. Yoongi immediately grabbed Taehyung's arm to hold him back when the alpha tried to confront the silent killer.

"No-"

"Why would he see another woman while his pregnant wife is home-"

"She's here too," Yoongi shook his head and nodded to the corridor. Taehyung clenched his jaw and glanced to the side until he noticed Sora.. rolling in their direction in her wheelchair with neatly tied back hair. He frowned at her presence and glanced back at Jae Yangcha, who was cluelessly chatting with the waiter at the dining table.

"Oh-? Taehyung! Yoongi!" Sora brightly waved at them. Yoongi smiled at the supreme alpha after he released Taehyung's arm.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asked her unsurely.

"Yangcha is meeting a friend, so he asked me to come along since he didn't want me to stay home alone," Sora beamed at Taehyung. Yoongi glanced at the noticeable baby bump under her knee-length dress.

"How's the baby?" Yoongi smiled at her.

"The doctor claims my baby is very healthy~!" She giggled. Taehyung studied her joyful mood with unsettled feelings before glancing at her husband again.

"Yeobo," Yangcha suddenly called once he noticed her chatting with the alphas. Kim Taehyung clenched his jaw as Yangcha rose from his seat to approach her.

"You should've escorted her yourself. What were you thinking, letting her wander alone?" Taehyung lifted his thick eyebrow to disapprove of the alpha's carelessness.

"Aigo~! It's fine! Do-hwan dropped me off! He's still upset with me, but the man showed up himself... to bring me here~!" Sora assured Taehyung as she held onto Yangcha's hand. The Jaguar sorely glanced at Min Yoongi and steered his wife's wheelchair away without greeting the alphas.

"I thought their relationship was just another temporary game but... she's carrying his child...?" Yoongi sorely muttered with a dim gaze on the couple. Yangcha steered his wife's wheelchair towards their reserved table as she happily chatted with him while wiggling her body in extreme contentment.

"He might exhibit psychotic tendencies at times, but he takes great care of her," Taehyung shrugged, bitterly turning around to watch his parents speak in the corridor.

"I heard her mother expelled her from the mansion? How is she so lively?" Yoongi worriedly mumbled with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Her mother wants her to abort the child. Sora defied her order, so she's living without her mother's support. The heartless woman suspended the supreme alpha's financial support," Taehyung muttered.

"Jae Yangcha is a powerful alpha in the council. Sora will still survive with her husband's support. What about you? Jeon Jungkook isn't on good terms with her, and your household has broken off from the Jang. Why are you still by her side?" Yoongi questioned. Taehyung folded his arms and released a deep exhale with his vacant gaze on his former lover.

"I don't trust Jae Yangcha. Sora is most vulnerable when she's in love... so it's best if I stand by her side. Just in case the psycho loses his shit," Taehyung shrugged. Min Yoongi nodded and placed his hands in his pockets as he thought about the supreme alpha's complicated relationship with an allegedly past killer.

Meanwhile.

"I got the flowers for you on my way from work," Yangcha smiled, placing the pretty bouquet on his wife's lap as she beamed at Minhee, who was sorely eyeing the supreme alpha's cheeky grin.

"I didn't know you'd also invited your wife," Minhee glanced at Yangcha and at the baby bump under Sora's dress. The woman is dissatisfied with the supreme alpha's presence.

"My wife gets sick easily because of her pregnancy, so I have to be by her side after work hours, but you insisted that we speak properly in person. I had no choice but to bring her with me. What is it that you want to speak about?" Yangcha asked, dismissively glancing at the woman as she intensely stared at the supreme alpha. The waiter placed a plate of grilled lamb chops before Yangcha, so he lifted the knife to slice the meat with the fork's assistance to prevent the chunk from sliding over the plate.

"Ah. I hoped to speak with you in private, so this is a bit unexpected-"

"My wife won't mind, so you can freely speak," Yangcha encouraged the woman when she insisted on speaking with him alone.

"Should I leave the room for a moment?" Sora unsurely glanced at her husband as she hugged the flower bouquet on her lap.

"No. I don't want you out of my sight," Yangcha shook his head and lifted the chewable piece of meat to his wife's lips. She opened her mouth to accept the food, so he gently fed her. The woman uneasily glanced back and forth between the couple... appearing somewhat agitated with their close bond.

"I guess... you'll have a difficult time caring for your wife... since she's unable to do much with her legs," The woman weakly smiled as she ate from her plate.

"She's not that difficult to care for. She's a precious soul. I wake up knowing I'm the luckiest man every day to have her by my side," Yangcha chuckled while chewing the juicy texture, causing his wife's face to flush red. Sora lightly smacked his forearm, causing the woman to grimace at the supreme alpha's childish behavior. Yangcha winked at his wife and sliced the meat again.

"The Jae Yangcha I know used to be a very shy and timid kid," Minhee nodded.

"He was! Really cute when we first met!" Sora cluelessly nodded. Minhee glanced at Yangcha and back at Sora.

"Anyways. Sora-shi. I heard you're working with Kim Taehyung, right? The fintech corp my father invested in before he passed," Minhee curiously asked.

"Oh. Neh. I'm his assistant," Sora nodded uneasily.

"He's your former lover, right? How generous of him to keep you by his side. I heard you get along well. The staff at the corporation actually thinks you're his secret lover," She teased. Yangcha suddenly stiffened and glanced at the woman with a questioning frown.

"They grew up together. Kim Taehyung is fond of her-"

"Right? That's why he chose her banana bread over all the other classic desserts. Everyone knows he favors her the most. He keeps her in his office all day and would ask the secretary to run the errands because he didn't want to trouble her," Minhee giggled. Yangcha straightened his back and gently fed his wife with a blank expression.

"Ah. It's because I can't walk these days-"

"He's a charming man, really. It's rare for a man to care for his former lover like this. He even took you to his private Hanok, right? How sweet~!" She giggled. Yangcha suddenly averted his dark gaze to Minhee, who wouldn't stop praising Kim Taehyung.

"Ah. Kim Taehyung was there to meet a few women because his mother wanted him to consider marriage," Sora explained with a faint smile.

"Right. But your boss didn't select anyone? Wae? Because they can't replace you? A woman like you is rare~!" She agreed. Yangcha suddenly swallowed the chunk in his mouth without chewing... sideways glancing at his wife... who was forcing a smile at his so-called friend. They were both uncomfortable with the woman.

"Why do you want to see me?" Yangcha cleared his throat to divert the topic with a dull stare at Minhee. She smiled and smugly drank from her wine glass.

"Well. I'm here to investigate my father's death because my younger sister and mother are incapable of handling the case. It would be helpful if Sora worked with me because she was there at the hotel too-"

"Why would my wife help you assist your investigation? The case is closed," Yangcha frowned at the woman, suddenly tensing up in his seat. Sora quickly glanced at his firm grip on the table knife with a restless feeling.

"There's something sketchy about the case. I suspect... my father was murdered to cover an affair," She shrugged, lowering her eyes to the plate.

"An affair?" Sora unsurely stared at the woman.

"I heard Kim Taehyung ordered to seal the crime scene. I suspect my father probably... witnessed... something he shouldn't have seen and was unfortunately silenced. Perhaps. Kim Taehyung had an affair with a woman? After all, he's a very private man and possessive as well. I don't quite believe in the reports regarding his suicide because no one really knows... what happened that day... and I don't in fact... believe the words of the witnesses because... anyone can tell lies to deceive others... to get away with their crimes," Minhee shrugged. Yangcha frowned at his friend's suspicion as Sora pursed her lips in fright. The couple didn't speak afterward... but watched the woman with a sore expression... as she happily ate from her plate.

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Fast Forward

Sora's POV

I honestly expected a terrifying pregnancy journey because not everyone is pleased with my determination... to conceive a killer's spawn. The society fears Jae Yangcha. Therefore, no one had the guts to provoke him... and because of that... I was able to live for a while without being bothered. Yangcha told me he'd handle the council and the cult. He told me to rest... and unexpectedly... he managed to silence everyone without much effort.

Even my very own mother is muted on the matter.

Motherhood is the very... thing I feared the most because I thought I couldn't protect my children but with Yangcha's presence? I was more than safe by his side. I don't regret marrying him, even if there was a slight bump at the beginning of our marriage.

He's a good man. Still is and will always be the best to me.

Eomma had suspended her support because she's against the pregnancy, so I'm living off the monthly wages I earn from working with Taehyung. I prayed for her mercy, but being the heartless woman she is. My mother closed the mansion's door on me, and I was told to live separately because she couldn't handle seeing me anymore. My father tried to convince eomma to let me stay with them so I could get proper medical care from our personal medics, but she rejected his request and banished me and my baby.

Yangcha and I had no choice but to move back into my penthouse.

Kim Taehyung finally allied with Min Yoongi after he left our alliance, but he never left my side. We remained on good terms, and he was strangely considerate of my pregnancy. He'd pick me up and drop me off as always before and after my work hours to ensure my safety... so we spent about three days a week together... and I spent the remaining days resting at the penthouse.

I blinked out of my thoughts as I nervously directed my wheelchair through the mansion door. The once lively space is now dark and vacant. The maids weren't as busy anymore since most elders had left to deal with their personal household affairs.

The Kims and The Jeons are rarely home after they abandoned my mother, so my parents are the only ones behind the walls. I can feel it... eomma's coldness... plaguing the atmosphere within the mansion. The place is depressing... and I'm already beginning to suffocate from the invisible haze of evil that attaches itself to the cursed place.

"Have I not made it clear... that I don't want to see you again?" Eomma asked as she strolled down the staircase in her golden silk robe with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I brought the marriage documents. I wish to discuss the inheritance files," I lifted the files on my lap. Eomma stopped at the base of the staircase and dimly stared at my unwelcoming presence.

"I'm not signing as a witness-"

"Eomma! All I'm asking is-"

"No. You have failed your own household. You chose the killer over your alliances, so bear the consequences," Eomma firmly cut me off. I pursed my lips while staring at her wrinkled smile lines before glancing down at my file with an aching heart.

"If you don't want to approve of my marriage- At least be lenient with your grandchildren. The child is innocent," I begged, lifting my tearful gaze to her again. Eomma shifted her dull gaze to my baby bump under my dress and back at me.

"The child is not my blood. I will never let a cursed child inherit the Jang's status even if you fall to your knees and beg for my sympathy," Eomma coldly stared at me. I gripped the file and glanced down at my baby bump in difficulty.

"Why do you despise me so much?" I whispered, weakly lifting my tearful gaze to my cold-blooded mother. The woman sorely scanned my pained expression without a hint of concern.

"Because you remind me of a person I despise. And that is me. I was once just like you. Gullible. I desperately tried to help you avoid walking on the path I took, but you're headstrong... so live the life you've always desired. I've given you everything... hoping you'd save yourself... but you stubbornly chose your failing fate. So live it and don't complain to me," Eomma dimmed her eyes.

"Can you at least secure my child's future? Just enough for the child to live well? I'm not asking for much," I requested with an aching heart.

"The only life I'm responsible for is yours. If you want your life back... then abort the child, and I'll consider helping you. Don't burden your fertilized egg and sperm on me. You should've thought it through when you welcomed that disgraceful psycho between your legs," Mother exhaled and coldly strode down the dark corridor without another word, leaving me alone in the living room.

I rubbed away the warm tears from my cheeks and glanced at the gloomy sky through the high arch window with a discouraged frown. How can she be so insensitive to anyone's feelings but herself? She's the reason... I can't walk, but I never confront her about it! She wrecked my life. And yet I never complained and lived the life she always wanted me to live! The only thing I insisted on was to love a man I truly desired!

She couldn't have Park Jihyun! Is that why she's never pleased to see me happy with the man I love?!

A moment later.

Choi Do-hwan lifted his dark gaze to me from his desk as imo pushed the wheelchair inside his office. The man glanced at his men in the department and quickly tinted the office glass wall for privacy as I nervously gripped the handrest. Imo pushed me toward his desk. The woman sighed and sat on the chair beside mine before glancing at Do-hwan's stern expression.

"What do you want?" The man dawdled. Imo took the file from my hand and placed it before the man.

"She needs two witnesses on the marriage license," Imo nervously stared at Do-hwan. The man glanced at the imo's signature and at the other empty witness space on the file with a poker face.

"I'm a worthless peasant-"

"P-Please. I'm really sorry," I begged. The man intensely stared at my pink nose and glanced at the paper in frustration.

"Do-hwan. Our young lady is pregnant. You might not favor Yangcha, but he's been good to her... all these times. You and I... we both want the best for her so... let's... do this for her. Oh?" Imo frowned at the man. He clenched his jaw and leaned back against his chair with his disappointed gaze on me, so I gripped the file and stared at him apologetically until he released a deep sigh and signed as the witness to my marriage.

"Leave," Do-hwan ordered, coldly shoving the file toward me and spun his chair to work on his desktop. Imo grimaced at the man's rude behavior and collected the files to hand them back to me. I smiled at her as she warmly patted my hand with an encouraging smile.

"Bear a healthy baby, okay? Whatever you need. Just ask me. I'll send the guards and the maids to deliver everything you need. Okay?" Imo sadly rubbed the tear streaks on my cheeks. I pouted at the tender strokes and nodded at her heartwarming gesture until more tears flooded my face. The woman sadly pulled me into a warm hug, so I clenched onto her shirt with my face pressed against her shoulder.

I'm pregnant with my husband's child... yet they call me a disgrace... and label me as a traitor.

How can they call my baby a monster... when the child is made out of love between me and my lover? How can the world reject a young soul before it's even born...? Why is our existence... a crime?

The world is too cruel.

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Fast Forward

Days... weeks... and months... went by as I watched my flat stomach grow before the rising and setting sun until I was plumped with a fully grown fetus inside me. My morning sickness is frequent, but it is bearable. And my legs? Still helpless. Maybe I'll be paralyzed forever. I don't know. Yangcha promised he'd register me at the paralysis center to help me walk again after I delivered our baby. But in the meantime... he asked me to focus on caring for myself and our child.

"What is he doing...?" I grumbled, lowering his phone from my face as I lay in bed with the blanket over my baby bump.

Yangcha took a day off today to stay home with me, but he's been doing god knows what outside the bedroom. I heard him walking back and forth and loud clatters... but had no idea what he was doing. Sighing, I grabbed a snack from the nightstand and chewed it with my gaze fixed on the ceiling. He prepared the snacks and drinks... so I don't have to move around when I'm hungry.

"Jagi~?" I called, unsurely turning my head toward the closed door. He didn't reply. Is he doing house chores again? Yangcha is in charge of everything inside the house. He vacuums the space. Mops the floor. Does the laundry. Cook meals for me. Fold the clothes. Wipe the windows, and he goes grocery shopping alone for fresh ingredients.

"Yeobo~!" I whined, slightly raising my voice to call for him as I remained on my stiff back over the mattress. Creak. The door immediately opened and Yangcha poked his head inside to check on me.

"What's the matter? Do you need to pee?" He asked unsurely. I pouted at him.

"I don't want to lay in bed all day," I whined. I've been very moody lately because of my pregnancy. Yangcha chuckled and strolled inside the room in his gray sweatpants and white shirt to lift me off the bed.

"I thought you were sleeping," He smiled, turning to carry me out of the room as I clutched onto his phone. The alpha settled me on the couch in the tidy living room before returning to our bedroom to grab my snacks and drink. He placed the bowl beside me as I tapped the phone screen to resume the game.

"What are you doing? You've got flour on your cheek," I glanced at the smudge on his cheek as he pulled a blanket over my lap and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. The alpha drew away, so I gently rubbed the flour from his face.

"I'm making your favorite honey sweet rice cake," He responded while crouching before the couch with a weak smile.

"You could've just bought it from the market," I pouted at him.

"You always complain the texture isn't chewy enough whenever I got it for you, so I purchased a recipe. I'll make it for you instead," He smiled. He's warming my heart again.

"It's just my pregnancy cravings," I shrugged. Yangcha took my hands in his and smiled warmly at my guilty pout.

"So? It's my duty as your husband to please my darling wife. Right? I have to feed my wife and our baby," He patted my baby bump.

I giggled and smiled at him, so Yangcha stood up and kissed my forehead before strolling off to work in the kitchen as I played on his phone... but I eventually felt restless again... so I tossed his phone away, turned on the couch to rest my chin on the headrest and quietly watched my husband fan the steam over the pot. It's weird. The pregnancy makes me crave his presence twenty-four hours a week and I get easily grumpy if he doesn't offer me all of his attention.

"Baby!" I shrieked. He quickly snapped his head in my direction with a startled look.

"What's wrong?" Yangcha asked, carefully closing the lid to seal the steam.

"Can I sit in the kitchen?" I asked.

"It's a bit humid in here-"

"I don't want to sit alone!" I whined, pouting at him. Yangcha washed his hands and walked toward me with a faint smile.

"You're a bit whiny lately~ Aigo~! Let's go~! You precious thing~!" Yangcha chuckled, effortlessly picking me off the couch and carried me in his strong arms. I giggled and hugged his neck like a little child.

"Counter! I want to sit on the counter!" I demanded until he settled me on the kitchen counter. I brightly beamed as he helped me dangle my legs from the platform.

"I made the first batch. Taste it for me," Yangcha handed me a plate of colorful tteok. I quickly plopped the pink rice cake inside my mouth and chewed it with my eyebrows furrowed to scrutinize the flavor as Yangcha keenly anticipated my reaction.

"Hmmm...!" I nodded at him with an approving smile, slightly widening my eyes while tasting the burst of sweetness inside my mouth.

"So? Did I get it right?" He asked, unsurely watching me chew his cake.

"More honey. Sweeter," I finally replied after swallowing the first tteok before picking up a sage green rice cake to plop in my mouth again.

"Aigo~ Why are you making your mother eat so much sweets~?" Yangcha poked my belly and strode off with a smug smile. I giggled and ate the remaining rice cakes as he made the next batch over the stove.

"Did your friend contact you again?" I asked curiously.

"No. I told Minhee I didn't want to see her anymore," Yangcha shrugged with his back turned to me as I sat on the counter with the plate over my lap. I glanced down at my paralyzed legs and tried to wiggle my toes again... but they wouldn't budge... so I sighed and glanced at Yangcha again as he stirred the sugary honey syrup in the pan. I can't force myself to wiggle my toes or I'll get the urge to pee from the strain.

"Are you really not upset about what she said? It's understandable that she's still suspicious of her father's death, but I've really told you the entirety of the truth," I nervously muttered. Yangcha seemed a bit suspicious after he heard Minhee's claim... but he never confronted me about it.

"I believe you. She can say whatever. I don't care. I saw the bruises on your body, and I'm sure you won't feel comfortable around Kim Taehyung if he was the person to inflict the wounds on your body," Yangcha replied while adjusting the heat. I nodded.

"You're sensible. I thought you'd doubt me," I replied while munching on the sweet rice cakes. Yangcha chucked as he approached me again and pressed his hands on the marble counter to trap my body between his strong arms.

"I trust you. We're happily married and you're pregnant with our baby, so that's all that matters. Don't stress your mind over unnecessary things. You know I'm a reasonable man," He assured. I fed him a rice cake, so he chewed it and leaned forward to hold me in a comforting embrace. He's such a lovely gentleman. I gently grazed the scar on his scalp with my chin fitted over his shoulder until he kissed my ear and gently lowered his hand to rub my sore back.

"What about the cult?" I asked, pulling away from Yangcha with a worried look.

"I've offered dual power security with them to attain peace with the cult as your mother requested. Your mother did not respond to the case, so I'll handle it. Don't worry. They should be satisfied," Yangcha shrugged. I frowned at him.

"They might seize your power," I mumbled worriedly. Dual power isn't the best alternative to suppress the cult because the Black Phoenix might abuse his power. No one knows why eomma is refusing to address the issue despite possessing Park Jihyun's contract. Maybe... the cult was right. She seized the power from her former lover... and I was never the rightful heir...?

"Kim Seokjin won't let me fall because my power is his power... so he'll never let the cult overtake the council," Yangcha replied as he turned to open the pot's lid again.

"Baby, can I borrow 100,000 won?" I muttered. Yangcha turned to look at me with a questioning look.

"Moh? Borrow?- Wae?" He asked, walking up to me again and gently tucked the loose strands behind my ears.

"I'm broke. Taehyung makes me pay for his coffee sometimes, so I need cash in my purse," I shyly explained while fidgeting with my fingers before looking up at Yangcha in embarrassment. He frowned at my flustered face, so I pursed my lips anxiously and pouted at his muteness. I didn't know money was this precious... until my mother suspended my credit cards.

"Is he not paying you? Why isn't he covering his own expenses?" Yangcha grimaced.

"It's just pocket money. I'll pay you back once I get my paycheck. Oh? Yeobo~!" I softly whine while gripping his forearm. He didn't respond and stared at my puppy gaze in silence so I pouted and pecked his lisp repeatedly to soften him.

"And where did all your money go?" Yangcha asked, suspiciously narrowing his gaze on me. I swallowed and glanced away awkwardly.

"I saved all of it in a separate account," I muttered, lowering my gaze to my hands.

"Why?" He pressed, sternly staring at me with his hands pressed over the counter.

"Well... I wanted... to save some funds for our child," I shrugged, nervously looking at him again. Yangcha appeared a bit baffled and searched my face unsurely.

"Fund for our child...?- Sora, what?" He repeated, funnily scoffing at me. I flushed red and shrugged at his confusion. He doesn't approve...?

"Ah~ I only need one hundred thousand won! Why are you questioning me so much~! Oh?-"

"It's not about the money you need, Sora. I'll give you as much as you need, but why would you save your wage for our child?" He asked. I pursed my lips unsurely as I held onto his forearm.

"You know my mother refuses to support me and she won't let our child inherit my assets either... so I thought I should save up and-"

"Who am I to you?" Yangch grimaced, suddenly folding his arms over his firm chest. I uneasily stared at his disappointed frown with my lips hanging open... taken aback by his grim reaction.

"My husband-"

"No. Who am I?" He shook his head. I gripped my fingers uneasily.

"Jae Yangcha...?" I cluelessly replied, slightly annoyed by his refusal to lend me money. Why is making a big deal out of nothing? He sorely scanned my face, pressed his hands on the counter again, and leaned forward to smirk at me.

"Sora. I'm a second-rank alpha. Did you really think I haven't thought of our child's future? I'll let our child succeed my assets. Our baby's future is secured. What are you overthinking about? Hmm? Our baby will still be a second rank even if your mother is against the inheritance," He chuckled, lightly pinching my cheeks.

"Oh. You're right," I nodded, abruptly pursing my lips in realization. Why didn't I think of that? Yangcha chuckled and briefly left to enter our bedroom before returning to the kitchen.

"It's kinda cute when my wife asks me for an allowance. It makes me proud. Here," Yangcha smiled, pushing his black card into my hand. I blinked and looked up at him with a startled look.

"Ani- I only need one hundred thousand won-"

"Spend as much as you want. Why did you even ask to borrow my money? My money is yours! Don't be afraid and demand my soul! Okay? Yangcha! Give me your money! That's what a wife should say! Take all of her husband's money because she's the boss in the house!" Yangcha funnily acted out a scenario of a wife demanding money from her husband. I chuckled at his playful behavior and smiled at the card.

"Do you really want me to be that bossy?" I weakly smiled.

"I'll let you walk me like a dog," He smirked.

"Ah!- No! Stop saying nonsense! Even if you're a dog- I'll love you like my own family. Pets should be a family too!" I shook my head. Yangcha smiled and hugged me again as I sat on the counter.

"God~! You're so sweet!" He chuckled, gently pecking my lips.

"Thank you for the fund, sabang-nim~!" I chuckled, lifting the card before his face.

"Anything for my wife," He winked, making me smile at his cuteness.

Yangcha spent his time making me sweet rice cakes during his day off as I sat in the kitchen to bother him with my presence. He didn't mind and would tease me to entertain himself.

Our days were pretty much relaxing and stable most of the days during my pregnancy.

I wonder if Jang Sora in a different universe is living as well as I am?

Fast Forward

I quietly rolled on my wheelchair beside Taehyung as he spoke with a few executives while touring a new high-end mall near the city center. The Chairman invited Taehyung over for an in-depth discussion about incorporating a new fintech technology to operate the mall.

Taehyung entered a meeting room on a private floor to speak with the man, so I left the place to wander around the mall since I was feeling nauseous. I bought an overpriced ice cream at a store and finally paused to stare at the movie trailers on the cinema billboard while licking the ice cream. I stared at the funny cartoon on the display... softly chuckling by myself... until I noticed someone standing beside my wheelchair. I looked up to find Taehyung frowning at the cute bunny on the screen.

"Is the meeting over?" I asked while licking the ice cream as the people bustled in and out of the cinema.

"Where did you get the ice cream?" He asked, sitting down on the cushioned bench beside me.

"On the other end of the mall-"

"Get one for me," Taehyung muttered while scrolling through his phone in disinterest. I grimaced at his demand and drove away in my wheelchair to fetch him the ice cream before returning to the cinema with the carefully wrapped ice cream cup.

"Oh? Where did he go..?" I blinked in confusion once I noticed a couple sitting on the bench he was at earlier. I glanced around the place unsurely while holding the ice cream until a cinema clerk approached me.

"Are you here to deliver the ice cream? Please come this way," The man greeted me in his crimson uniform. I frowned and unsurely followed the man into the cinema venue. Huh? Why is he in there? The man pushed my wheelchair up an elevator until we landed on a narrow hallway scented with soothing herbs.

"Uh- I don't think I should be here. My boss-" I tried to speak with the employee as he led me into a room but halted once I found Taehyung sitting in a private movie lounge with a glass of champagne. The man steered my wheelchair forward, so Taehyung stood up and helped me onto the leather seat. He carefully positioned my stiff limbs over the stool to extend my legs before drawing a blanket over my lap.

"What's this?" I blinked, turning to look at the other empty seats.

"You've been staring at the cartoon for some time," He nodded at the cinema screen. Taehyung took the ice cream from my hand and scooped it from the cup with the wooden spoon, so I pursed my lips and glanced at the screen... until the lights in the private room dimmed.

"Ani wae-"

"Stop asking and watch it. Are you always this loud at a cinema?" Taehyung dart me an irritated look. I pursed my lips and glanced at the widescreen again, finally leaning back against the comfortable leather with a weak smile.

We ended up watching the cartoon together... and we were the only people in the lounge. Did he rent out the entire place? I unsurely straightened my back after the movie ended with a weak smile as Taehyung sipped from the water bottle. He settled me back into the wheelchair before pushing me out of the room to find a few staff waiting to greet him. I nodded at them as they smiled at us until Taehyung steered me out of the cinema. That was enjoyable. I haven't had the time to see a movie since I returned to Korea.

"Thank you," I looked up at Taehyung with a weak smile. He wore a straight face and pretended not to hear me, so I grimaced and glanced forward... until the man steered me inside a luxurious store.

"Annyeonghaseyo~!" A woman dressed in white attire greeted us.

"We'll be looking around for a bit," Taehyung muttered, pushing me forward. My eyes widened in extreme astonishment once I realized the store was filled with... baby clothes and accessories. I gasped at the cute dolls in disbelief. Why is he here?!

"Why are we here?!" I grinned at him as Taehyung stopped to inspect a baby crate.

"Look around," He shrugged, walking off in his black suit. I gripped my handrest in excitement and rolled forward to stare at the cute clothes on the racks with my glimmering pupils. Ahhhh~! This is the bright side of having a baby, huh!? So many adorable accessories!

"So pretty!" I gasped while staring at a pair of sparkly shoes on the rack.

"Is it a boy or girl?" Taehyung asked, suddenly appearing beside me with his arms crossed, so I quickly looked up to find him frowning darkly at the shoes.

"No idea. We're waiting for the day," I shrugged, eagerly reaching over the racket to grab the sparkly silver heels with a fond gaze.

"How many months?" He muttered, glancing at my plump stomach with his eyebrow lifted.

"I'll give birth in two weeks," I shrugged. Taehyung nodded and walked off to inspect the maternity clothes.

"Get something you like," He muttered, nodding at the rack of fine silk. I rolled up to him with a weak smile. What's with him? Is he feeling generous today?!

"It's alright-"

"It's a gift. Take it," Taehyung insisted. I pursed my lips, glanced at the maternity dress, and finally picked out a rose gold gown, so the staff politely took the silk from me and left. I eventually waited outside the store as Taehyung processed the payment at the counter. Plop. He dropped the bag onto my lap, so I quickly opened it with a keen smile but halted once I noticed another item.

"Huh-?- Ani- I didn't pick this-" I gasped, quickly picking up the sparkly shoes with a startled look.

"I got it," He muttered as we headed towards the parking lot.

"Wae?! But you don't have a child-"

"It's for you, obviously," He rolled his eyes as he opened the car door and lifted me into the passenger seat. Taehyung folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk before entering the driver's seat.

"But I don't even know if my child is a boy or a girl! Refund it!" I gasped, tugging his sleeves with my eyes wide open. Taehyung buckled his seat belt and dismissively drove out of the mall without responding to me.

"I'm sure it's a girl," He muttered. I scoffed and glanced at the cute baby shoes with a slight pout.

"How are you so sure?" I asked, slightly frowning at him.

"I'm sure you'll produce an annoying clone of you. The baby made you pick the sparkles... so it's probably a girl. You and your habits... I can still hear the taunting click-clack of your small heels thumping all over the wooden mansion when we were young~! So loud and noisy~!" He bitterly responded. I glared at him. He's annoying, really. Did he have to buy it for me... only to nag me about it? Sighing, I placed the shoes back inside the paperback and leaned against the seat. A baby girl...? I rubbed my tummy with a weak smile while staring at the passing streets.

A moment later

Third Person POV

Kim Taehyung skimmed through the contents on the documents at the meeting table and briefly lifted his gaze to a marketing executive... who was reporting on his strategic approaches before the other board of directors. The alpha glanced to the side to find Sora... sitting on the chair beside him with her head lowered... so he frowned and lowered his face to check on her, thinking she had fallen asleep as she sat with her hands clasped over my baby bump.

"Yah..." Taehyung whispered, nudging her with his eyebrow lifted, causing Sora to look up at him with a startled look. She wasn't sleeping but was staring at something on the floor. Taehyung fired her a warning look, so she cleared her throat and glanced at the executive again. The alpha exhaled and scribbled something on his tablet as he listened to the man when-

"AH! AH! AH!!!!!" Sora screeched out loud, causing Taehyung to jerk in his armchair at her frantic scream. She squealed at her feet while gripping the handrest as Taehyung gawked at her deranged behavior with a startled look.

"What?! What's wrong?!" Taehyung gasped when she wouldn't stop shrieking. The supreme alpha suddenly shifted her frightened doe eyes to him from her wheelchair.

"My feet!" She gasped, pointing at her sneakers beneath the desk. Taehyung quickly got off his chair and crouched down to pull the shoes off her feet in a panic when she wouldn't stop fussing over it... until he uncovered... her white socks.

"What's wrong?! Did you get a cramp?!" Taehyung snapped in confusion as she intensely stared at her feet.

"It's moving! I think my toes are moving!" She gasped, funnily bending over her belly to peek at her socks. Taehyung frowned at her frantic reaction and glanced at the frozen executives at the meeting table before looking down at her feet again. *wiggle* *wiggle*

Kim Taehyung's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched her toes wiggle beneath the sock. He quickly yanked the wool off her feet in horror as the supreme alpha intensely bit her lower lips, desperately trying to regain control of her feet.

"What the-"

"Touch it! I think I can feel again!" She gasped, funnily smacking Taehyung's shoulder. The executive glanced at each other and back at their boss with an awkward look. The alpha unsurely tapped her toes as she repeatedly wiggled them.

"Can you-"

"Ah! Ah?!- Oppa! I can feel my feet!" She frantically gasped, grabbing onto Kim Taehyung's shoulder. The alpha widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Really?!" He snapped, widely smiling at her in extreme bewilderment. Sora shrieked in glee, unconsciously grabbing his shoulders... and shook him violently. Taehyung gasped at her aggressive reaction as he unconsciously held onto the table for balance and suddenly pulled her into a crushing hug as she screeched in pleasure.

Sora grinned widely to flex her gums while smacking Taehyung's back out of excitement as the alpha happily rocked her from side to side. Pause. The both of them suddenly froze once they realized... they were being watched by the attentive eyes.

"Oops," Sora's face flushed red as the executive stared at her with a startled expression. She quickly yanked her arms away from Taehyung's shoulders, so he quickly stood up with a red face and turned away to rub his forehead.

"Uh- Proceed with the meeting-" Taehyung awkwardly cleared his throat after he accidentally lost control of himself.

The founder stiffly sat back down on the chair and pretended to look at his file with a stern frown... until he noticed... he was still clutching onto her sock. He quickly flung it out of sight with a red face as Sora rubbed her neck uneasily. The executives held back their smiles as a secretary stood by the door with his lips pursed as he fought to contain his laughter. The marketing executive began briefing the proposal again when- splat... splat... splat.

Kim Taehyung frowned and glanced at the floor below the wheelchair as Jang Sora cluelessly typed on her device to document the meeting. The alpha stared at the leaking fluid... that was dripping from beneath her seat.

"Yah!" Taehyung quietly snapped at her. Sora cluelessly lifted her face to question him as the alpha stared at the leakage beneath the wheelchair.

"What?-"

"Did you lose your ability to pee too?!" He snapped, causing the secretary's eyes to bulge open when he too... noticed the liquid... trickling from beneath her.

"What- Huh-? Oh!" Sora asked, bending over the wheelchair to stare at the water.

"Go to the bathroom!" Taehyung snapped.

The secretary immediately stepped forward to assist Sora, whose face turned even brighter as the executives unsurely eyed her again. She gripped the handrest with flushed cheeks as the secretary pushed her out of the room, so Taehyung nervously glanced back at the men and proceeded with the meeting.

Ten Minutes later.

"SIR!" The secretary suddenly barged inside the room as Taehyung gave his constructive feedback to the man. The alpha halted upon the abrupt disruption and looked up at the secretary's dreadful face.

"What?" Taehyung frowned.

"She's giving birth!" The secretary shrieked in a panic. Kim Taehyung's soul instantly floated out of his body as he remained frozen in his seat.

"W-What?!" Taehyung gasped, unable to comprehend the man's words.

"She's not peeing! Her water broke! We need to call an ambulance!" The secretary replied in fear. Taehyung gasped in horror, frantically dashing from his armchair with a pale face, and raced out of the room- only to hear Sora's loud wails... echoing all over the floor.

"Assistant Jang! Please hold on!- We're calling for help!" An employee gripped Sora's hand. Taehyung halted in shock once he found her crying in the wheelchair with heavy sweat beads on her forehead.

"Omo!- She's bleeding! Is the ambulance here?!" Another employee screeched as the secretary dashed after Taehyung. The alpha stared at the trickling blood in horror as it dripped from her legs... and onto the tiles below the wheelchair.

"Is she okay?!" The executives hurried out of the meeting room with the others.

"AH! AH! MY STOMACH- AHHHHH! AHGSDHWGD~!" Sora wailed in distress as she gripped the handrests with her legs spread apart under her bloody dress.

"Cancel the meeting!" Taehyung roared, fearfully sprinting forward to slip his arms under her shaking body. Sora screamed in pain and grabbed onto his shoulders as the employees stepped back with a drained expression.

"Sir- The ambulance is on the way- Sir!" The secretary informed, but Kim Taehyung didn't listen and raced down the hallway with Jang Sora in his arms. He quickly stepped inside the elevator as she cried in pain while clutching her throbbing baby bump.

Her blood... dripping all over his shoes and splattering onto the floor.

A moment later.

"My lady!" The nurse gasped as Sora screamed on the medical bed in the labor room.

"IT'S PAINFUL!" She cried, repeatedly slamming her head against the pillow as Taehyung sat beside the bed in a medical gown. He frowned at her hysterical reaction. Is she overreacting? He thought.

"Why is she screaming so much?!" Taehyung snapped at the nurse as he held onto her hand.

"She has a twin!" The head doctor snapped as he stood between Sora's legs. Taehyung's eyes widened in shock.

"A twin?!$%#^?!?- WHAT~? YOU NEVER TOLD ME I'M HAVING A TWIN!?" Sora whimpered, lifting her head to scream in distress as the medical staff attempted to help her deliver her children. Taehyung gripped her hands as she weakly slumped back onto the pillow.

"Something's not right..." The head doctor anxiously muttered as he examined Sora's alarming condition.

"What's not right!? Her womb?! Her vagina!? Is the baby missing?!- What's not right!? Why is it taking so long!? The vagina tunnel isn't that long- So why is the baby not out yet!? Can't you just reach inside and grab it!?" Taehyung snapped, impatiently tensing his body as his heart thumped in fear. Sora and the nurses flushed red upon Taehyung's absurd statements.

"She can't do natural childbirth! We need to perform a c-section!" The head doctor announced. The supreme alpha is losing too much blood. Taehyung's eyes widened in horror.

"YOU SAID YOU'RE ONLY NINE MONTHS PREGNANT! WHY ARE YOU IN LABOR NOW?!" Taehyung screamed at Sora in dread.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!? I CAN'T STOP MY FUCKING WOMB FROM POPPING OUT THE BABY!" Sora screamed back at him, causing Kim Taehyung to turn pale in his seat. The man glanced back at the doctor as they urgently discussed the situation.

"GET THE BABY OUT OF HER! NOW!" Taehyung demanded.

"SHUT UP WILL YOU!?- MY VAGINA IS TEARING OPEN!" Sora screamed while smacking Taehyung's forearm. The alpha restlessly clenched his jaw while gawking at her red face... and snotty nostrils until he felt his temples pulsating from the intensity of her dire condition.

"I'm dizzy- Why am I here?!- I should call the sperm donor to handle this madness-" Taehyung grunted, attempting to get up from his chair.

"SIR!" A nurse screeched from the other side of the bed.

Sora quickly snapped her head over the pillow in shock when Kim Taehyung suddenly wobbled- tumbled over the chair  and collapsed face-first- Thud. The man flopped weakly onto the cold tiles. And before Sora could scream... he was already out and cold. The supreme alpha stared at her boss from the bed with her eyes wide open... as the heavy sweat... dripped from her hairline.

And for a moment... she completely forgot to scream.

Instead.

Jang Sora.... unblinkingly stared at Kim Taehyung... who was sprawling unconsciously... on the floor after he fainted from the intensity of her pregnancy labor. 

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I'm late! I'm very late! *prayers* I'm soooo late! But I returned as promised! The exam is over so I'm healing from the brain damage XD Haha! I'm so happy! How is everyone doing?! Did you enjoy the chapter! Took me a while to finish it but I'm glad it's out now! Thank you for supporting ALPHA! Have a nice day~!!! <3 Love you guys so much!

Do you guys like the new book cover? Made new ones for Survival and Love Candidate as well!