By Zephyria 
“Da, Darling, Darling….”
She desperately grabbed her father’s leg. Clinging to him with all her might, the mother continued.
“Darling, why are you doing this? We love each other, don’t we…? You told me you loved me. I kept waiting. I waited and waited… but you kept putting it off, so I had no choice… This was the only way….”
Sobs began to mingle with her voice. Unlike Alphas, an Omega can only leave a mark on one person in their entire life. In exchange, that mark is absolute, binding the Alpha to them until death.
She had ensnared the man with the most powerful force available to her.
Until that moment, the man had been preoccupied with venting his rage. But seeing her weeping while clutching his leg, a sudden sense of reality washed over him.
Marriage? With this woman?
A mark remained on his ear. An indelible mark that meant he could no longer have a relationship or a child with anyone else.
An Omega’s mark.
The moment he realized this, the man froze coldly.
What a joke.
Cold sweat poured down the man’s back. This was impossible. My life is being mortgaged to a mere slut like this? Because of a damn mark? This can’t be happening.
It absolutely could not be. He had a legal wife and a child. If this became known, he would be divorced. He would lose his entire fortune in alimony and be bled dry by child support for the rest of his life. It was unthinkable that his life would be ruined by being held hostage by a woman who was nothing more than a partner to satisfy his sexual urges, a relationship that had started out of mere curiosity.
Yes, this absolutely could not happen.
“Ack!”
The man violently shoved away the woman clinging to his leg and turned around urgently. He had to get rid of the mark. If he could just erase this cursed thing, everything would be solved. Yes, this little thing. He just had to erase it. If only this disappeared, everything would be fixed. Everything would go back to the way it was. Everything, all of it….
“Darling, why are you doing this? Darling….”
The mother stumbled to her feet and called out to the father. But as if possessed by something, he began to frantically search the closet and pulled something out from inside. When the man turned around, he was holding a handgun. And the muzzle was pointed exactly at the mother.
Even then, neither the mother nor Chrissy could imagine that this situation was real. Despite knowing the future that would soon descend upon them, they believed such a thing would never happen. Because he was the child’s father, a lover, a husband, and their entire world.
That was why, even seeing the gun pointed at her, she did not dodge or beg for her life. She simply smiled, as if he were telling a joke. That gun was merely an item kept for self-defense in a house where only a woman and child lived, and it had never once been taken out. At the fact that an object she had forgotten even existed was being held by the man she trusted most, she smiled without a shred of doubt. Frowning slightly due to her injuries, but with a smile full of love on her lips, as always.
Darling, it’s dangerous. Please put it down and come here. Chrissy is watching. You’ll scare our child….
She probably intended to say that. But the words held in her mind could not escape her lips. Because before they could, a bullet pierced through her head.
“You fucking bitch, die…!”
The man screamed and fired the gun at her. Like a piece of wood, the mother collapsed helplessly to the floor. Red blood spread profusely around her fallen form. The father stood over the mother’s body and continued to pull the trigger. The gunshots, ringing out several times in succession, spread eerily throughout the house like claps of thunder. With every bullet that pierced her, the mother’s body jolted violently. Only when the gunshots were replaced by the harsh, metallic sound of click, click did the father finally lower his hand. The mother no longer moved.
Whew. The father let out a sigh and lifted his head. Just as he tilted his head back with a faint smile on his lips, as if everything were finally over, something caught the edge of his vision. Beyond the open bedroom door was the child, watching the scene while covering his mouth with both hands.
“Ha, fuck….”
The man cursed again. He raised the gun toward the child, but soon realized his magazine was empty. As the father immediately turned around to search for bullets, Chrissy turned pale and rushed out in a panic. Even as he ran frantically, his mind was filled with the image of his mother lying there, covered in blood.
“Mommy, Mommy….”
Chrissy ran out of the house, weeping and sobbing. But there was nowhere to hide. Even running at full speed, it took more than ten minutes to reach the nearest house. In this situation, it was too far. He would surely be caught before he even got halfway. As he looked around in desperation, a small shed suddenly came into view. It was a place his father often used to make or repair things. Without thinking further, Chrissy hurriedly hid in a corner of the shed.
Hic, hhh, hic.
Sounds kept leaking from his mouth because of the sobbing. He held his breath, covering his mouth with both hands with all his might. Please, please let Father not find me. I beg you. Please….
It was while he was praying fervently. With an eerie scraping sound, the shed door slowly opened, and light poured in all at once. Then, to the ears of the frozen, terrified Chrissy, his father’s voice reached him.
“Chrissy.”
The man standing beyond the wide-open shed door continued.
“You’re in here, right? Come out now.”
Chrissy closed his eyes tight and curled his body up, remaining motionless. The father continued to call his name.
“Chrissy, you have to come to Daddy. Let’s play something fun with Daddy. Hmm? Come out now.”
The father’s voice was so tender. Just like when he used to hold him and kiss his cheek.
So much so that it was unbelievable that this was the same man who had just killed the mother so brutally.
“Chrissy, come out.”
He called his son’s name again and stepped into the shed. With every step he took, he scanned the surroundings, searching for a space where the child might be hiding.
“Chrissy, where are you? Daddy is looking for you.”
He continued to speak, peering into every corner.
“Daddy will buy you a toy, so come out now. Let’s go eat the pancakes you like and play together.”
The footsteps grew closer. The voice of sweet temptation also sounded closer and closer.
“Chrissy, I told you to come out. You shouldn’t make Daddy angry, right?”
Gradually, his voice sank dangerously. While Chrissy was simply trembling, holding his breath, the father muttered in a low voice.
“If you don’t listen like this, I’ll have no choice but to punish you severely. Come out now. One, two.”
The numbers counted down slowly. Terrified, cold sweat poured from Chrissy’s entire body. Please let Father not find me here. I beg you. Please….
Just as he clasped his hands and prayed desperately.
Suddenly, the man poked his head in front of him. In an instant, Chrissy shrieked in horror.
“Hieeeek!”
“Found you.”
The man smiled so wide his mouth seemed to rip as he grabbed the child’s arm and pulled. Chrissy tried to resist, but it was impossible. The man mercilessly flung the child, who had been struggling with all his might, onto the floor. With a face smeared in tears, Chrissy looked up at his father and begged frantically.
“P-please save me, Father, please save me… I was wrong, please save me.”
Seeing his son clinging to him and crying, the man gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
“This is why I shouldn’t have let her fucking give birth. This happens because she didn’t know her place.”
Then, he spoke in a surprisingly benevolent tone.
“If that bitch hadn’t done something so presumptuous, this wouldn’t have happened. It can’t be helped; it’ll be better for you to go to your mother than to be left alone.”
Having said that, the man without hesitation aimed the gun at Chrissy.
“Go give my regards to your mother. Adios.”
He muttered dramatically, as if reciting a line from a movie. Chrissy wailed in a scream filled with terror. Please, save me…!
Right then, someone answered his prayer. Unfortunately, it was only after Chrissy had been adopted as a foster child that he realized the one who had granted his prayer was a devil.