By Zephyria 
“Wow, this is incredible.”
When he came home three weeks later as promised, his father let out a loud exclamation of admiration and praise. It was no wonder, as his mother had been bustling about for two days preparing the meal to welcome him. Thanks to her, the table was filled with a lavish spread of food unlike anything he had ever seen. Beside generous portions of steak were bacon potatoes topped with sour cream, chicken, french fries, a vegetable salad, the nachos his father loved, and even homemade bread.
Once the expensive wine was poured, his father’s mood lifted, and he laughed loudly and held his mother’s hand repeatedly. After easily clearing the crowded table, he waved his hand in refusal when his mother brought out pie for dessert.
“I can’t eat another bite. I feel like my stomach is going to burst.”
At that, his mother smiled and stroked his shoulder.
“You can just exercise later, can’t you? You’ll digest it in no time and get hungry again.”
His father seemed to ponder those words for a moment, but eventually, he began stuffing the pie his mother had cut for him into his mouth.
“I knew you would.”
His mother spoke softly, cut a piece of pie for Chrissy, and then sat down. Despite having barely eaten anything herself, she merely sipped a cup of black coffee and didn’t touch the pie.
Because he had eaten far more than usual and had been excitedly running around the house since early on because his father had arrived, Chrissy began to doze off from the early evening. Not long after dinner ended, his mother, seeing her son’s head beginning to droop, said with a smile.
“Why don’t you go to bed now, Chrissy?”
He wanted to refuse, saying I don’t want to, but the words wouldn’t come out properly. Seeing her son merely mumbling and fluttering his lips, his mother let out a small laugh.
“I’ll have to take Chrissy to his room.”
“I’ll do it. You go to the bedroom first.”
His father readily picked up his son, who was burying his head in the sofa, and spoke.
“Since you ate so much today, we’ll have to exercise a lot. Be prepared to lose some sleep.”
Letting out a threatening growl, he turned and headed up to the second floor. His mother watched the man’s back quietly before slowly stepping up the stairs.
And the next day, she died. Her head blown away by a gun fired by the man she had loved to death.
Perhaps because he had fallen asleep early the previous night, Chrissy woke up earlier than usual. Rubbing his eyes, he went to the bathroom to take care of business, and as he walked down the stairs, he smelled the fragrant aroma of coffee.
“Mom.”
At the sound of his voice, his mother, who was sitting at the table drinking coffee, turned her head and beamed a smile.
“Chrissy, did you sleep well?”
As usual, his mother affectionately hugged her son and kissed his cheek. Chrissy kissed her back and asked.
“Is Dad still sleeping?”
“Yes, still.”
As she nodded and smiled, her face looked somehow different than usual.
“Mom, you look very happy.”
“Do I?”
As she spoke, the corners of her mouth were curled high. Seeing the happy expression she hadn’t worn in a while, Chrissy also felt good and hugged her back—it was then.
Aaaaaagh!
Chrissy froze, startled by the tremendous scream. As he looked up with wide eyes, his mother also raised her head. The sound was coming from his mother’s bedroom. To Chrissy, who looked at his mother in terror, she said it was okay and patted his back.
But Chrissy couldn’t relax at all and felt even more terror. His father’s screams continued.
“It’s okay.”
Repeating herself, his mother set Chrissy down and spoke gently.
“But I should go check on your father. You wait here.”
Chrissy stood in place and watched his mother walk up the stairs. For some reason, she wore a smile, looking as joyful as if she were humming a tune. His mother’s smiling face, in stark contrast to his father’s horror-stricken screams, made Chrissy feel an unfamiliar dread. Contrary to his desire to follow his mother, his body remained frozen and wouldn’t move. Caught between his mother’s request and his fear, he was unable to do anything.
“You fucking bitch!”
Suddenly, his father let out a harsh curse. As the violent voice directed at his mother echoed through the house as loudly as his screams, Chrissy, startled, unconsciously ran up the stairs.
When the man opened his eyes in the morning, he felt something strange. What is this?
Puzzled, he slowly got out of bed. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Rather, he even felt as if his mind was clearer and calmer than usual.
Is it because I let out so much pheromone yesterday?
But being intoxicated by Omega pheromones all night and discharging Alpha pheromones was something he did every time he came here. That was precisely why he kept an ‘Omega’ mistress.
What on earth is it?
Frowning, he headed to the bathroom. After taking care of business, he looked in the mirror above the sink without much thought, and the man suddenly felt a sense of alienation from the face staring back at him. It wasn’t because of the stubble that had grown overnight. As he stroked his rough chin and frowned, his gaze shifted to one spot. And after blinking several times as if he couldn’t believe it, the man’s mouth slowly fell open.
“Ah… aaah…”
A groan of horror escaped his lips. It didn’t take long for the sounds, which were barely coming out in fragments as if his breath were cutting off, to turn into a scream.
The woman slowly walked up the stairs. The man’s screams were intermittent. As if he were repeatedly trying to regain his reason only to be struck by horror again, the sounds broke and resumed.
Finally reaching the bedroom, she didn’t stop there and headed into the connected bathroom. When the sight of the man, pale-faced and panting, staring into the mirror entered her view, the woman finally stopped and leaned against the bathroom door.
“Ha…”
When the woman entered the man’s field of vision, he couldn’t react immediately. He simply panted and stared at her. Facing the man who gazed at her as if he couldn’t believe it, the woman let out a slow smile.
“How is it, Darling? The mark is engraved quite beautifully, isn’t it?”
At her words, the man stopped breathing entirely. It was after a few seconds of silence that the man’s body, which had been motionless as if the world had stopped, began to tremble slightly.
“You…”
A trembling groan leaked through the man’s clenched teeth. His fists, clenched so hard his knuckles turned white, shook violently. And finally, as if accepting reality, the man let out a violent shout from deep in his throat.
“You fucking bitch!”
At the harsh curse he had never heard before, Chrissy was startled and his entire body froze. He couldn’t believe his father would say such things to his mother. But as if to confirm it, his father’s voice continued.
“What kind of crazy shit is this? Fuck, have you lost your mind! How dare you put a mark on me, how dare you do this on your own? You fucking crazy bitch!”
His father continued to pour unbelievable curses upon his mother. From behind the bedroom door, peering inside, Chrissy saw his father grabbing his mother’s arm and shaking her violently.
“What’s wrong with it? You are my husband and I am the wife,” his mother said calmly. Her peaceful voice continued as if she had anticipated this situation.
“I can’t put it off any longer, let’s get married. Now as a formal couple…”
Is this bitch insane?
The man looked down at the woman in absurdity. She had bewitched him with pheromones, engraved a mark while he slept, and now she was spouting this kind of nonsense? She must be crazy. Otherwise, how could she dare commit such an act?
But in the face of the man’s rage, the woman’s face remained serene. As if this was enough, as if she were truly satisfied. The moment he saw that face, he was seized by uncontrollable fury.
“You bitch…!”
Along with a curse, he struck the woman’s cheek hard. With a scream, she collapsed to the floor. Even then, the man didn’t seem satisfied, kicking the woman and shouting wildly.
“Fucking bitch, you’re trying to screw me over? You dare? You slut, a bitch whose only job is to spread her legs and be quietly fucked, how dare you, how dare you!”
Chrissy watched from behind the door as his father brutally beat his mother. He had to stop him, he had to protect his mother, but he was too scared to step forward. In the vision of Chrissy, who was trembling all over, appeared his mother’s blood-stained face.