The evening was cold and heavy. Minjun sat by the window, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, trying to distract himself from his oppressive thoughts. But the door burst open, and his father entered the room. His footsteps were firm, his gaze as cold as ever.
"Minjun," the voice came without a greeting. "We need to talk."
He sat in the armchair opposite him, and a shiver ran through Minjun's body at the simple motion.
"I gave you time. You were supposed to think," his father continued. "But I see you're still clinging to that alpha."
Minjun clasped his hands together.
"He... he's important to me."
"Important?" his father sneered. "Then remember this: if you don't return to the family completely and without conditions, I will destroy his life. I have enough power, connections, and money to wipe him off the face of the earth."
These words hit him harder than he expected. His head spun, and his breathing became heavy.
"You have no right..." he whispered, but his voice trembled.
"I have the right," his father cut him off. "You are my son. And I will not allow some alpha to drag you through the mud."
Everything inside him clenched. Minjun wanted to respond, but he suddenly felt a sharp weakness rise. His knees buckled, and his temples throbbed. And then - a strange, unsettling feeling of wetness between his thighs.
"Ah..." he barely managed to breathe out, clutching the edge of the table. The world swam before his eyes.
"Minjun?" for the first time, his father's voice faltered, but a second later the omega lost consciousness, his body collapsing limply to the floor.
***
The ambulance arrived almost immediately. The secretary made sure everything was organized, and within half an hour, Minjun was lying in the VIP ward of a city clinic. The white walls, the soft light, the quiet footsteps of the nurses - everything seemed sterile but terrifying.
His father sat to the side, arms crossed, face like stone. The secretary watched in silence nearby.
Two hours later, a doctor entered the room. He held a tablet with the results of the examinations. His gaze was serious, but not judgmental.
"Mr. Kim," he began calmly. "Your son is in a stable condition. His life is not in danger. The baby's either."
"The baby's?" a threat sounded in his father's voice.
"Yes," the doctor leaned in a bit closer. "Mr. Minjun is eighteen weeks pregnant. Everything is developing normally, but there is one problem: his body urgently needs the baby's father's pheromones to restore its natural balance. Without them, we risk complications."
A pause fell. His father's gaze turned icy.
"No," he said, enunciating each word. "No alpha. Do everything to ensure he stays alive and healthy. If necessary... a termination - do it."
At that moment, Minjun was still unconscious, but his breathing was shaky, as if his body was fighting for two.
The doctor lowered his eyes.
"We will do everything we can. But... without the baby's father's pheromones, the prognosis will be unstable."
"I said," his father's voice did not waver. "My son's life is above all else. Nothing else matters."
The secretary stood slightly to the side, his face impeccably calm, but a shadow flickered in his eyes. So that's how it was... even at the cost of his grandchild.
He looked at Minjun, who lay pale, almost transparent. A thought came to him: If Mr. Kim goes home... I have to take a risk. I have to bring the alpha.