Ki-hoon didn't back down. He stayed planted like a wall between Seo-Jun and me. "He isn't a toy," Ki-hoon repeated, his voice vibrating with a deep, low anger. "And I'm not asking you. I'm telling you."
Seo-Jun just laughed and shoved Ki-hoon's shoulder. It wasn't a hard shove, but it was enough to show he wasn't afraid. "You think because you're the top Alpha this year, you can just call dibs? That's not how this works."
Jin-Yeok moved closer to the bed, his shadow falling over my shaking legs. "Seo-Jun is right, in a way," he said smoothly. "Now that we know who Jo-Pil really is—the son of a man who works for our families—it changes things. He's already part of our world. He belongs in our circle, one way or another."
"He belongs in his own life!" I shouted, though my voice cracked at the end. I was so sick of them talking about me like I was a prize or a piece of land they were fighting over.
