Winston’s eyes instantly turned gold. If Yu-jin had been able to catch the scent of his pheromones, he would have undoubtedly been crushed under the overwhelming intensity, reduced to begging for mercy in tears. Fortunately, he couldn’t smell them, so he was spared that fate—but even Yu-jin knew that a change in eye color was a warning sign.
“Is that all you have to say?”
Winston’s voice was as calm as ever, completely devoid of emotion. If not for the shift in his eye color, Yu-jin would have had no way of knowing just how furious he was.
And that made it even more dangerous. When anger reached its peak, Winston became even colder. If Yu-jin had been in his right mind, he would have backed down by now—but he wasn’t. He was drunk, and the lingering influence of pheromones had left his thoughts far hazier than usual. He wasn’t capable of making rational decisions at this moment.
“If that’s what you think of me, then fine. I’ll sleep with everyone in the world, just as you say. That’ll make you feel better, won’t it? It’ll prove you were right all along. Isn’t that what you want?”
The bitter mockery in his voice was satisfying. Finally unleashing all the emotions he had suppressed for so long left him feeling almost liberated. His breath came in uneven pants, his shoulders rising and falling with each inhale as he glared at Winston. The golden irises flickering in those narrowed eyes burned like fire.
“If you’re done, then it’s time to fulfill your duty.”
Winston’s voice was serene as he reached for the bow tie around his neck and pulled it loose.
“…What?”
Yu-jin blinked in confusion, stunned by the sudden statement. Before he could fully process it, Winston was already shrugging off his jacket, tossing it aside, then yanking open his shirt with a force that sent the fabric tumbling to the floor.
“Think about why we got married in the first place, darling.”
His lips twisted into a smirk, his voice thick with derision. Without taking his eyes off Yu-jin, Winston stripped off the rest of his upper clothing and stepped forward. It took only a few long strides before he reached the bed. He lifted one knee onto the mattress.
Yu-jin flinched, instinctively scrambling backward, but there was nowhere to escape. Winston easily grabbed his ankle and, without hesitation, dragged him forward. Yu-jin let out a sharp gasp as he was effortlessly pulled down onto the bed.
Winston chuckled darkly at his reaction, his voice dripping with amusement.
“We need to make a child.”
Yu-jin went deathly pale.
Winston loomed over him, his broad frame casting a deep shadow across Yu-jin’s face. Yu-jin stared up at him, utterly frozen—no, paralyzed. His body refused to move.
He barely registered Winston leaning down until it was too late. With a grimace, Yu-jin instinctively tried to twist away, but Winston’s hands were already gripping his shoulders, preventing any escape.
“You know it would be a problem if you forgot your duty, darling.”
Winston spoke with a wry smile before tilting his head. For a brief moment, Yu-jin thought he might kiss him—but he was wrong. Winston pressed his face against Yu-jin’s neck and inhaled deeply.
Yu-jin stiffened as the realization hit him. He was checking his scent.
Winston exhaled slowly before inhaling again, this time even deeper. Then, lifting his gaze, he locked eyes with Yu-jin.
“You didn’t take your suppressants.”
“…What?”
Yu-jin froze in confusion. Winston lifted his head, fixing him with a savage glare as he continued.
“I told you to take proper suppressants.”
Ah. Yu-jin only now realized what he meant, but he had no excuse. He had never developed the habit of taking suppressants, so it had completely slipped his mind. He hadn’t had the time or money to buy them, but if he had just asked the butler, the man would have gotten them without a word. In the end, the answer was simple—he had forgotten. Asking the butler hadn’t even crossed his mind.
Of course, Winston had no way of knowing Yu-jin’s careless mistake. Instead, he assumed something entirely different.
“Don’t even dream of carrying someone else’s child and pretending it’s mine. That won’t work on me.”
Just as expected, Winston thought Yu-jin had skipped the suppressants so he could go out and sleep around. A flicker of anger reignited within Yu-jin, momentarily overpowering his fear.
“That’s what paternity tests are for, isn’t it?”
He mimicked Winston’s mocking tone, but he was nowhere near as sharp.
“No, it’s because I’m no longer the pathetic fool who was obsessed with you.”
Winston’s voice was laced with cold derision, his smirk cutting deep. Yu-jin fell silent, unable to come up with a response. His lack of protest seemed to satisfy Winston, who said nothing more and merely tilted his head—moving in for a kiss.
Yu-jin turned his face away at the last second, evading him. But Winston immediately grabbed his chin, forcing him to face forward.
“Don’t waste time. This is your duty.”
His voice was a low snarl, teeth clenched in irritation.
“Just do what you always do. Spread your legs and stay still. It’ll be over soon—I’m not fucking you because I want to, after all.”
Yu-jin’s eyes widened in fury, glaring up at him with pure rage. But Winston remained utterly unshaken, smirking as if amused by his resistance.
“So don’t spill a drop. Squeeze tight and take it all in—unless you want to keep doing this over and over until you finally get pregnant?”
The humiliating remark made Yu-jin’s blood boil, and before he could think better of it, he fired back without hesitation.
“Oh, just like when I had Angela?”
Winston’s face went rigid. His expression darkened instantly, his jaw clenching as he growled.
“Don’t bring her up in front of me.”
His grip on Yu-jin’s chin tightened, making him wince. Winston glared down at him, his voice dangerously low.
“It makes me want to kill you.”
To Winston, Angela was undeniable proof of Yu-jin’s betrayal. He believed she was Harold’s child. It had never once crossed his mind that she could be his own.
Extreme Alphas could control their own fertility. If Winston had fathered a child, he would have known.
Yu-jin felt a surge of conflicted emotions at the deep-seated resentment Winston harbored toward Angela. How heartbroken would she be if she ever found out? He had planned to take the truth to the grave, but the guilt gnawed at him.
One day… should he tell her? For Angela’s sake?
Just as Winston moved in for another kiss, their eyes briefly met. For a fleeting moment, something unspoken passed between them.
What would happen if I pushed him away?
The thought surfaced in Yu-jin’s mind.
If he shoved Winston back with all his strength, if he flat-out refused to sleep with him—what then?
A surge of rebellion swelled inside him, an impulse urging him to resist. But in the end, all Yu-jin did was shut his eyes.
And as if he had been waiting for it, Winston’s lips pressed against his.
It’s meaningless to fight.
Yu-jin surrendered to reality. They had a contract, didn’t they? No matter what, Winston would force him to fulfill that will. He had even married him for that very purpose.
A heavy weight pressed down on him, and Yu-jin let out a quiet whimper. The pressure he hadn’t felt in so long made his body tremble, his breathing turning unsteady.
“……”
Their lips met in a rough, punishing kiss. Winston bit down on him as if he meant to devour him whole, his movements violent—like he was proving just how furious he was.
The neatly buttoned dress shirt Yu-jin wore was torn open without care, exposing his bare skin to the cold air. Instinctively, Yu-jin moved to cover himself, but his wrists were swiftly caught, his attempt rendered useless.
“Agh—ah! That hurts!”
His arms were twisted back without mercy, and he couldn’t stop the pained cry that escaped him. But Winston said nothing, merely pinning both of Yu-jin’s wrists above his head.
Winston’s eyes, now returned to their usual violet hue, roamed over his exposed body.
Then, for the first time, Winston let out a deep sigh.
Yu-jin’s body tensed under his intense gaze, shame seeping into his very bones. But no matter how hard he struggled, Winston’s grip on his wrists was unyielding.
After what felt like an eternity, Winston suddenly released him. Yu-jin barely had a moment of freedom before he was flipped onto his stomach.
A firm hand pressed down on his shoulder, keeping him in place as Winston reached for his waistband from behind.
