Mine to Break

“Yoonjo.”

“Yes… Yes, CEO Sahyeok.”

“Spit it out so I can understand just what I’m supposed to be worried about because of a who*e like you.”

At the man’s threatening question, Yoonjo quickly opened his mouth.

“P-Pregnancy.”

Swallowing hard under the fierce gaze fixed upon him, Yoonjo forced the words out.

“They said pregnancy… would be impossible. That it’s physiologically absurd… Besides, you like it raw.”

As Sahyeok closed the distance, the pale skin of Yoonjo’s nape was exposed below his tilted chin.

“For a pathetic Omega who only presented after turning twenty-five.”

“I’m sorr— hic… I’m sorry… hiccup, sob, I’m, I’m sorr—”

“Insolent.”

Sahyeok looked down at Yoonjo’s cheeks, which had grown gaunt over the past six months, the healthy baby fat all but gone. He whispered,

“Yoonjo.”

“Ahk… Yes… sob, yes, C…EO…”

“Let’s find out. Let’s see what comes first: you spitting out a brat, or your body breaking down.”