I was sitting on the sofa—yes, that sofa I was sleeping on. I was busy signing documents, minding my own damn business. Everything was perfectly quiet. Until that piece of sh¡t decided to ruin it all. What the hell is his problem?
Kang Woo-jin strolled into the living room like he had nothing to do, since I'm the one making money, not him. How unfortunate.
"Hey, honeybear~," he spoke so sweetly, a voice full of fake innocence.
Honeybear? I didn't even look up. He really thinks he can dominate me with that ridiculous act? Oh, hell no. Not on my watch. I kept typing, my eyes locked on the laptop screen. Giving him a reaction is like feeding a stray cat—it'll just keep coming back.
Unbothered by my silence, he leaned against the doorframe.
"Honeybear, did you hear? Aunt Ji-eun's son ran off with his secretary. Big scandal. The family's in chaos…"
My fingers kept moving over the keyboard. If I acknowledged him now, I'd never hear the end of it. Where does he even get these gossips.
He took a step closer. "Oh—and apparently they think you knew about it first." He let that hang, his smirk widening when I didn't even blink.
Do I look like I'm interested? Do I have a 'family gossip dumpster' tattooed on my forehead? What makes them think I have the time of the world to know about it?
After a moment of silence, he pushed off the doorframe and skipped toward me. His voice dropped to that low, taunting tone that made my inner Alpha bristle.
"Playing hard to get again? You know, it's cute. It almost makes me want to try harder."
He reached the sofa, then leaned over like he was trying to read my documents. "What's so important, huh? Divorce papers? A hit list? Or—oh, are you writing my name on that?"
"Back off, Woo-jin and yes we will get a divorce soon," I said coldly, still not meeting his eyes.
"Divorce me if you can darling, we will see about it."
But instead of backing off, he tipped the stack of papers on the table—on purpose—and lost his balance. With a half-laugh, half-curse, he toppled forward, landing right on me.
The laptop slid off my lap as his weight pressed me into the cushions. His breath was hot against my cheek, his scent—spicy and annoyingly sweet—hitting me full force.
"Oops," he murmured, his lips far too close to my ear. "Guess I fell for you. Literally."
I growled low in my throat, my instincts flaring. "Get. Off. Me. Before I make you regret it."
But the bastard just grinned, eyes glinting with challenge. "What if I like regret?"
That's when it hit me. A heavy wave of omega pheromones. The scent of roses rolled off him warm and alive — not polite like perfume, but deep, sweet, and faintly spiced, like petals crushed between heated skin. It clung to the air thick as velvet, coaxing instinct awake, making every breath feel heavier. Not just floral — feral, like a living bloom calling to be touched.
"Woo-jin." My voice dropped to a growl. "Turn it off."
He didn't. He leaned closer, releasing that scent until the entire room was thick with it — warm, velvety, sweet enough to make my breath come heavier no matter how hard I fought it. And I wasn't the only one affected. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted just a little, his chest rising faster. His own pheromones were turning him on as much as me.
"Aww… what's wrong, honeybear?" he purred, deliberately dragging the word out as his body pressed closer. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
"Get off me," I snapped, shoving him so hard he hit the floor — but the bastard just laughed, a low, breathless sound, and came right back. His scent rolled hotter now, richer, as if every step closer fed the fire under his skin.
"You're breathing heavier," he teased, climbing onto the sofa again and leaning over me. "Guess I hit a nerve."
Before I could react, he shoved his weight into me, lips dangerously close to my neck, and yanked at my shirt — pop — one button came loose under his fingers.
"Woo-jin!" I snarled, catching his wrist and twisting hard. He only grinned wider, cheeks flushed, pheromones pouring out of him in thick waves of vanilla that made the air feel hot and heavy.
"What's wrong, honeybear?" he murmured, voice lower now, roughened by his own arousal. "Afraid you might actually like me?"
"That's it." My temper snapped. In one sharp motion I flipped him under me, knee pinning his ribs just enough to hold him still. His laugh was breathless now, almost shaky, but that damn grin stayed put — and his scent only got thicker, sweeter, intoxicating.
"Mmm, my angry Alpha is on a rut and took in the inhabitants, but had a wife to help him.," he breathed, eyes bright, voice husky. "I'll help you and play the role of a wife."
I gripped his wrists, glaring down at him. "Say honeybear again. Go ahead."
Woo-jin leaned up, his lips brushing my ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Honeybear."
I twisted in his grasp, my heart pounding with fury and unwanted arousal. "I'm not your fucking honeybear," I spat, shoving an elbow back into his ribs. But he was unyielding, his arms like steel bands around me. I could feel his breath hot on my neck as he chuckled darkly.
As Woo-jin's pheromones flooded my senses, my hatred for him dissolved into an uncontrollable desire. My hands roamed his chest, pulling him closer despite myself. His soft whimpers only served to fuel my arousal, my cock hardening painfully against his backside.
I hate myself for doing it with omegas I despise the most.
Woo-jin's slender arms wrapped around my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Honeybear," he moaned softly, his voice laced with heat and need. His pheromones was overwhelming, drowning out my thoughts and replacing them with primal instincts.
I spun Woo-jin around roughly, pressing him against the wall. His legs wrapped around my waist instinctively as I kissed him harshly, biting his bottom lip until he tasted blood.
My hands gripped his hips tightly enough to bruise while he clung to me desperately. "F--k"
Woo-jin's nails dug into my shoulders as he moaned my name, his omega scent growing stronger. I could feel his inner muscles tightening around me like a vice, pulling me deeper.
My thrusts became more frenzied, more brutal. "St-Stupid fucking omega," I panted.
In a moment of realisation, I stopped. What was I doing? This is wrong. I hate omegas. I hate their scents, their innocent faces and worse I did 'it' with him. I hate myself. He really can dominate me. That's why I'm going to do everything I can to divorce him.
As I pulled out suddenly and dropped him onto the sofa, he whimpered softly. He watched me warily as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on. His scent filled the room - sweet and addictive. I saw his body covered in love bites and hickeys.
"Don't think, you can provoke me next time. Fool me once, okay. Fool me twice, not okay."
"Awwh honeybear bear, we were having so much fun. Don't just let your hatre-" before he could finish I cut him off.
I bang on the wall. "I'm going to divorce you and I'll find away too."
He laughed at me. "Divorce me, if you can. I'll find away you won't be able to darling."