There are so many things in this world that make no sense.
Like how toast always falls butter- or jam-side down, or how it always rains the moment you try to go out, or how the printer freezes every time you need to print something urgent.
But none of those hold a candle to the “makes-no-sense” thing I’m going through right now.
“Congratulations.”
At the doctor’s first words, the mood flipped.
Unlike the doctor’s gentle smile, a chill like a knife-wind suddenly swept over me.
“You’re six weeks pregnant.”
My head went bleak. It was like sitting under a dying lightbulb—my vision flickered in and out.
I pressed a hand to my dizzy head and forced out a trembling voice.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Cheerful a moment ago, the doctor only let his smile fade after he saw how pale I’d gone.
When he asked if I was all right, I gave no answer to that—only said, flatly,
“I’m not an Omega.”
“But you can become pregnant like an Omega. The odds are slim, but still.”
Looking a little sheepish, the doctor swiveled the monitor toward me. The first thing my eyes caught was my name, Baek Kanghyeon, but what pinned my gaze was the trait written boldly beside it.
Α(Ω).
So-called Alphega.
That rare and downright unpleasant trait was throwing me into utter confusion.
“As you know, Mr. Baek, your Alpha traits are strong. They’re even close to dominant.”
I could feel the doctor’s rueful look.
“That doesn’t mean your Omega traits disappear.”
He was talking like I should never ignore the mere 1% I carry.
“If your partner is a dominant Alpha, even as an Alphega you can conceive.”
That firm pronouncement shoved me into an even darker pit.
It is, in every sense, the worst.
The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I pulled out my phone. Then I quietly called the person who’d shoved me into the deep sea.
No—are they really the culprit?
The real culprit is me.
This damned body that can be anything—Alpha or Omega—is the problem.
So it should be on me to end this.
Before I knew it, I was calling the man whose name had become the most familiar to me. The line barely rang before he picked up.
Past his bright voice came a fair bit of noise. A racket that felt like it was speaking for my state of mind.
“I have something to say.”
Instead of a greeting, I put the first edge of my business on my lips.
“Let’s stop seeing each other.”
At the words I threw out, the delighted voice on the other end cut off. Even the noise behind him seemed to hush, as if taking a hint.
“Two Alphas have clung to each other and fucked around this much—it’s enough, isn’t it.”
Just as his voice, rising, was about to crash down like a waterfall, I severed our tie on my own terms.
“It’s been fun.”
With that, the relationship between Kwon Haeil and me came completely undone.