A month later...
It had been almost a month since Taehyun returned from Russia. Life had been a whirlwind of meetings, paperwork, and company matters.
Every day he wore sharp suits, sat at giant conference tables, and made powerful men sweat under his calm but ruthless gaze.
No trace of the playful, sunshine boy remained when he was working — only a sharp-minded CEO who knew how to handle business like a king.
Yet, in all the madness, Taehyun had completely forgotten about the strange delivery package he had received.
It wasn't until a rare lazy afternoon, when he was cleaning his office, that he noticed the box gathering dust in the corner.
> "Might as well check it now."
He muttered, tearing off the tape.
Inside...
Photos.
Dozens of them.
Pictures of his friends — kidnapped, tied up, gagged, fear frozen on their faces.
And then... pictures of himself — laughing, sleeping, walking, and... being kissed.
One photo showed a shadowy man pressing a deep kiss to Taehyun's lips, his hand gently cradling Taehyun's face.
His heart skipped, his face heating up.
But he just chuckled, tossing the photos back.
> "Life's too short to panic. Let's see what happens tomorrow."
He said casually, stretching his arms behind his head.
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At night, when Taehyun was sound asleep, he felt something like
Warm hands.
Soft lips.
Fingers ghosting along his body.
Taehyun's dream felt too vivid, too real.
A voice — deep, possessive — whispered against his ear:
> "You're mine, sunshine. No one will ever separate us."
The words sank deep into him like a brand.
He gasped as kisses traveled down his neck, chest, stomach — lingering lower, making him shiver.
The touches grew hotter, hungrier.
Clothes disappeared.
Skin met skin.
Lips claimed every inch of him.
In the dream, he gave himself up — moaning into the darkness, clawing at broad shoulders, melting under rough hands and sinful mouths.
His whole body trembled as pleasure took over — white-hot, endless.
When he woke up, flushed and panting, he could still feel the phantom hands around him.
> "What a dream..."
He whispered, touching his racing heart.
Little did he know — it wasn't a dream.
---
Meanwhile at Taeho's University
At the elite university, Taeho's beauty was both a blessing and a curse.
Students fawned over him.
Professors forgave him.
Enemies envied him.
Especially Yon Ji-a — the jealous omega daughter of a powerful family.
Today, as Taeho walked across campus in a designer jacket and sunglasses, Ji-a blocked his path with her usual fake smile.
> "Think you're hot stuff, huh? Just because you're pretty and rich?"
She sneered.
Taeho smirked, flipping his hair dramatically.
> "I don't think. I know, sweetheart."
He said, blowing her a kiss.
The crowd gasped.
Ji-a's face turned red with rage.
She stepped forward and — yanked Taeho's hair!
> "YOU BRAT!!"
> "YOU JEALOUS COCKROACH!!"
Taeho screamed back, grabbing Ji-a's hair in return.
Students screamed, phones whipped out, recording the legendary hair-pulling match.
Both omegas yanked, slapped, shouted insults, rolling around like angry cats.
Finally, the university guards had to drag them apart, each still throwing threats and swearing revenge.
Taeho fixed his hair dramatically and blew a kiss at the crowd.
> "Still fabulous."
He winked, walking away like nothing happened.
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Later that night, Taeho attended a luxurious private party.
Golden lights, music, expensive perfumes filled the air.
As he leaned lazily at the bar, sipping champagne, he saw him.
Golden hair.
Blue eyes.
A smirk that could ruin nations.
The alpha's gaze locked onto Taeho — possessive, hungry.
In a blur, they crashed into each other, kissing like they were starving.
Hands pulled clothes apart.
Breathless moans escaped between bites and kisses.
Pants fell. Shirts ripped.
Bodies tangled, skin against skin, grinding and gasping in the dark corners of the party.
Taeho didn't care about names or faces.
He needed this fire — and this man gave it to him, over and over again.
In the end, he fell asleep — naked, sore, and utterly satisfied — never knowing the alpha's name.
Or realizing that the man was Valdamer — Vasilliy's cousin.
And he already knew Taeho's real identity.
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In the Park family's cozy study room:
Baek Hyun and Eun-Kyung sat with Taehyun.
> "Son... we want you to marry Mr. Lee's omega son."
Baek Hyun said carefully.
Taehyun smiled warmly, almost too warmly.
> "Of course. If that's what you want, I'll do it."
He said sweetly, hiding his inner laughter.
Later, Taehyun casually told Taeho and Haru.
Taeho nearly fell off the couch laughing.
> "Oh my God! Your marriage will be the event of the century! I'm wearing a tux just to watch you crash and burn!"
Haru wasn't laughing though.
He looked worried, whispering:
> "Be careful... Mr. Lee is hiding something."
Taehyun just winked at him.
> "Relax, Haru. What's the worst that could happen?"
Famous last words.
---
Meanwhile
Far away, a tall figure stood by a window, twirling a glass of red wine.
Golden hair gleamed under the chandelier.
Blue eyes glowed like trapped lightning.
> "Taeho..."
He murmured to the night, remembering the drunken night they shared.
He would make sure Taeho remembered.
He would find him again.
And this time... he wouldn't let him escape.
---
Everyone got busy with wedding preparations.
Haru almost lost his mind handling the chaos.
The Park mansion turned into a buzzing hive of designers, florists, planners.
None of them knowing...
That fate had already started moving —
And nothing would ever be the same agai
TO BE CONTINUED