Yoo Seonjae
The world is give and take. And humans are fundamentally beings who covet what they cannot have.
Han Yeoul seemed to me like a child left by the waterside.
He’s so innocent that when other alpha bastards treat him well, he can’t tell if it’s because those guys are genuinely kind or if they’re approaching him with dark intentions. Because Han Yeoul thinks people are fundamentally good.
It was inevitable that I would turn bad.
“Yeoul-ah, look over there. It’s so pretty, the cherry blossoms.”
It was my daily routine to divert Han Yeoul’s attention and suppress the alphas who were extending their pheromones and trying to approach him. Even while glaring at them as if I’d kill them, when I faced Han Yeoul, I’d smile with crinkled eyes. Because Han Yeoul should only see pretty things.
Whenever we passed by, the alpha bastards would mutter things like “damn it, there he goes with that shit again”—all of it was about me. But in the end, it was all their own doing. If they hadn’t turned their eyes to Han Yeoul in the first place, they wouldn’t have been beaten down by my pheromones like that.
At least it was fortunate, if anything, that “aggressive pheromones toward the same trait” couldn’t be detected by other traits no matter how much I released them. If that weren’t the case, every time I beat down those bastards with my pheromones, Han Yeoul would have suffered from my pheromones too.
It was really fortunate that I was a dominant alpha. Suppressing the same trait with pheromones was something only a dominant alpha could do. If I had been a normal alpha or just a dominant alpha, I wouldn’t have been able to do the things I did so casually to protect my omega.
Father seemed to welcome the fact that I was attracted to Han Yeoul. My older brothers had been engaged since childhood, but since I was the third son, nothing like that had been arranged for me. So I could like Han Yeoul even more freely.
Because I wouldn’t hurt Han Yeoul later with talk about arranged marriages or anything like that.
But as it turned out, Han Yeoul was apparently my fiancé all along.
Father said he had marked Han Yeoul as my match from the moment he first saw him. The reason was that he somehow resembled my deceased omega father. When I heard that, I was truly grateful to my omega father, whom I only knew by face.
In any case, he had made Father take a liking to Han Yeoul.
However, the moment I heard that Han Yeoul resembled my omega father, I felt a little scared.
Because I clearly remembered how I was born. I was born by consuming my omega father’s life. While enduring for a whole month in a body whose life had already departed, I sucked out all the vitality of that body where only the organs were alive and came out into the world.
Father had never said such things, but I knew that I was born by devouring my omega father.
That’s why I hated children. Or more precisely, I should say I hated the process of children being born.
Han Yeoul tried to hide it from me, but I already knew that Han Yeoul was recessive. Recessives have difficulty conceiving, and the process of childbirth is more arduous for them than for other omegas.
That was a great fear for me.
The fear struck me—what if Han Yeoul, just like how I devoured my omega father to be born, also gets devoured by a child?
So I asked Han Yeoul’s trait medicine specialist. What were Han Yeoul’s chances of pregnancy? He said that even if we were dating, he couldn’t carelessly disclose a patient’s medical information, but he was also my doctor. So I asked again. What were my omega mate’s chances of pregnancy? Because this was my business too.
I had heard that even among recessives, there were occasionally omegas with a constitution that conceived easily. I was so terrified of “childbirth” that I thought I’d prefer if Han Yeoul were infertile.
So when I heard from the doctor that Han Yeoul’s chances of pregnancy were less than 1%, almost close to infertility, I was truly relieved.
To be this perfect! Han Yeoul was truly like an angel sent down to me from heaven. Everything was perfect. Han Yeoul was shining in a place even my deepest fears couldn’t reach.
But my joy apparently wasn’t joy for Han Yeoul.
When I saw Han Yeoul tearfully saying that because he’s recessive, he might not be able to have children, I wanted to make sure he never cried about that in the future.
That’s why I said I didn’t like children. It was also the truth. I didn’t want Han Yeoul to have unnecessary stress over a child I didn’t even want anyway. Because Han Yeoul alone was enough for my world.
When I told him all of these feelings, Han Yeoul finally felt relieved.
“Ha, fuck. That bastard’s staring again.”
High school was a well. We were frogs in a well. Among the small student body, there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know we were dating, so I could spend my school days quite comfortably.
Among them, there were occasionally disgusting alpha bastards who brazenly approached Han Yeoul while releasing their pheromones, but all I had to do was suppress those things with my pheromones.
But university was different.
It was an environment where I didn’t know when or where an alpha bastard might pounce on Han Yeoul. Since I couldn’t stick to him 24 hours a day, my heart became more anxious.
Even though he’s recessive, Han Yeoul’s pheromones are sweet. Like bees and butterflies swarming to sweet flowers, the alpha bastards who caught even a whiff of Han Yeoul’s pheromones would chase after him as if honey had been smeared on the back of his head.
“Seonjae-ya!”
When I spotted an alpha bastard approaching with enchanted eyes behind Han Yeoul, who was smiling and waving at me, I quickly approached Han Yeoul, pulled him into an embrace, and doused him with my pheromones.
‘Han Yeoul is mine, so fuck off, you idiot bastard.’
Hugging Han Yeoul, who was clueless and happily breathing in my pheromones in my arms, I released enough pheromones to make all the alphas in the vicinity retch. It was a warning not to approach my omega.
As a result, cheap omegas would sometimes cling to me unintentionally.
They were all uglier than Han Yeoul, giving off unpleasant pheromone scents while fawning over me as if they wanted to become Cinderella. I had seen that type countless times since I was young. If I hadn’t been crazy about Han Yeoul since I was young, I probably would have fooled around with those types a few times.
But I have absolutely no interest.
Omega pheromones other than Han Yeoul’s were just like air freshener scents placed in bathrooms. Something I could do with or without, sometimes an unpleasant smell.
Moreover, where does their confidence come from to approach me when they clearly know Han Yeoul exists? What do they have over Han Yeoul?
“Is it because you’re treating me so coldly that you’re a dominant alpha? That makes you even more attractive. How about it? Instead of hanging around with a recessive, why don’t we dominants hang out together—”
Crazy. With Han Yeoul right in front of us, this broken omega is running her mouth carelessly. Where does this half-baked thing come from, talking about recessives and dominants in front of Han Yeoul? Is she insane?
I grabbed the shoulder of the half-baked omega standing in front of me and spun her around. She was dripping pheromones, happy just from my touch, but all I felt from her was a foul stench.
Han Yeoul looked at me and that omega with a surprised face. I spoke even louder so that Han Yeoul, who was turning his head as if embarrassed, could hear.
“Hey. Do you see that pretty kid standing over there? That’s my omega. And you think I’d fall for someone like you? Know your place.”
I could feel the underdeveloped omega trembling. As people stared, Han Yeoul couldn’t even lift his head and fidgeted anxiously, which made me feel upset for no reason. Why is he so insecure? The prettiest omega in the world.
I hated seeing the underdeveloped omega who made Han Yeoul feel this way. Even if I humiliate them like this, these types will stick to me again as if nothing happened. I didn’t want to show Han Yeoul that sight again.
What should I do to make sure they don’t appear in front of Han Yeoul again?
Come to think of it, Father seemed to want to increase the amount he regularly donates to the school…
“Yoo Seonjae.”
“It’s not that difficult, Father.”
“Are you that insecure? Don’t you have the confidence to protect your omega on your own?”
I had asked Father to attach a few conditions in exchange for increasing the school donation. After hearing my words, Father looked at me as if he couldn’t believe it.
The conditions I proposed were two:
Make sure the movements of the omegas who approached me don’t overlap with Han Yeoul’s movements.
Compose all the professors in Han Yeoul’s department with only omegas or betas.
