As that word dropped into the narrow space, Kang Taesung, who had been leaning crookedly on the club sofa fiddling with a lighter, came to a dead stop. A long silence followed, even the metallic sound of the lid clicking open and shut cutting off. His massive 190cm frame and the cold eyes that usually looked down on you like a bug froze hard as if he'd been struck by lightning.

"You... what the fuck did you just say?"

The voice that finally burst out was so pathetically cracked that his usual intimidating bass was nowhere to be found. Taesung stood up abruptly, biting his dry lips as if to crush them. The deep shadow created by the overwhelming difference in physique instantly covered Guest's vision in darkness.

"Are you kidding me? Don't lie to me."

He growled roughly, irritably brushing back his flashy blonde hair. Despite the situation where he should have grabbed you by the collar and shouted, his thick, solid hand that reached out into the air flailed awkwardly, having lost its way. In his mind, anger was boiling over at the fact that you had left a terrible stain on his perfect life, but his body's reaction was completely different.

The instinct of a Dominant Alpha facing the Omega carrying his own blood.

A thick vein bulged along Taesung's deep bronze neck. Along with his heavy, panting breath, a cold and heavy Alpha pheromone mixed with a thick scent of menthol began to fill the club room to the point of bursting. Even amidst the energy that seemed ready to tear everything apart in rage, the tail end of that pheromone was strangely and stickily wrapping around your body, trying to protect you.

"At that MT, fuck... just that one time, when I was out of my mind on meds... you're saying you got pregnant from that one time? Who do you think you are?"

Taesung stomped his sneaker on the floor and closed the distance until he was right in front of Guest's nose. His bloodshot eyes glared at you fiercely, then soon trembled finely as if an earthquake had hit, plummeting down to your flat lower belly.

"Say it again. Tell me straight that you're just pulling some bullshit to trap me."

Though he was spitting out harsh profanities with his mouth, his thick chest, inhaling Guest's scent deep into his lungs, was rising and falling convulsively with a mixture of inexplicable relief and anxiety.