Who Am I? [Part III]

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Soyeon didn't look convinced, but she let it go—for now.

She handed me my daily food parcel, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance.

"Are you lying?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

By now, my breathing had steadied. "Of course not," I replied, forcing a casual shrug.

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It took some effort, but I finally got her to leave.

I wasn't hungry. I just… couldn't eat.

Why?

Never mind.

I sighed, carefully placing the foil-wrapped food inside a plastic bag and setting it aside. My gaze drifted toward the only window in my apartment, positioned directly opposite my single bed. Despite the tiny space, I took good care of it. Small potted plants and flowers lined the windowsill, adding a touch of life to an otherwise dull room.

The rain had soaked my narrow balcony. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped outside, scanning my surroundings. Nobody.

I exhaled in relief before heading into the bathroom. I forced myself to shower, hoping the hot water would clear my mind. But no matter how much I tried to shake it off, my thoughts kept circling back to what I had witnessed in that alleyway.

Then—

I heard the front door creak open.

Assuming it was Soyeon, the only one with a spare key, I groaned.

"Oi, Soyeon! What do you want now? I already told you, I'm fine! I don't need any medicine!"

Still drying my hair with a towel, I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a pair of black pajama pants.

But the second I turned around—

The towel slipped from my fingers.

There he was.

The SSS-class dominant alpha.

He was standing there, casually reading the label on my inhibitor bottle. His gaze shifted toward me, and for a split second, I froze. Thunder rumbled in the distance, lighting up his face in the dim room. His red eyes—glowing with a dangerous hunger—locked onto mine.

"An omega?" His voice was disturbingly calm, almost too calm for comfort.

A slow smile spread across his face as he took a step forward. I instinctively moved back.

One of his hands was buried in his pockets, while the other held my inhibitors like a toy. My heart dropped.

This is it.

My body had nowhere to retreat. The cold wall pressed against me as he advanced. With a swift motion, he tossed the pills onto my bed, and then—he pinned me against the wall. His face was suddenly inches from my neck.

"You smell so good without those inhibitors," he murmured, his voice sending chills down my spine. "Why take them?"

He was breathing me in. My omega scent—undiluted, raw—was exactly what every S-class or higher alpha craved. Without the inhibitors, I wasn't just an omega; I was prey. A willing victim to be consumed.

He shifted slightly, his fingers curling around my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Now," he purred, his voice low and threatening, "What did you see? … Rei."

The way he said my name made the blood in my veins run cold.

I didn't speak. I couldn't. But somehow, my eyes screamed the truth to him.

He let out a soft laugh, his thumb pressing against my lips, demanding entry.

"Listen, kid," he sighed, his voice too calm, too casual for the situation. "You're way too young to be getting yourself into trouble like this."

His tone was strangely patronizing, as if he were a big brother, lecturing his younger sibling. He licked his lips, eyes darkening with a twisted amusement. He was enjoying this. I wasn't.

The smile on his lips curled into something dangerous, something possessive. He stared at my lips, his gaze predatory. "Look," he said, his voice dripping with intent. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

The words sent a shiver down my spine.

"I don't care if you report me to anyone," he continued, his voice low and menacing, "even the fucking authorities are terrified of me."

He took a step closer, eyes glinting. "I could kill you, you know. For no reason at all," he said, his words chilling.

A pause hung in the air as he ran his tongue over his lips again, savoring the power he held over me. "But where's the fun in that?" he mused, raising an eyebrow.

I realized then that there was no point in begging. I had no power here.

I shoved him with everything I had, the force sending him stumbling backward into the drawer. It crashed to the ground with a deafening sound, the mirror hanging over it shattering into a thousand pieces. The sharp clatter echoed in my ears as I bolted toward the door, adrenaline surging.

Locked.

Fucking locked.

I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

Then, his laughter filled the room, loud and manic, like he was enjoying this more than he should.

"You really think I'd leave that open?" His voice was filled with amusement, but there was no warmth in it—only a chilling satisfaction. He pulled out a set of keys and tossed them onto the bed. "Come get them," he said with a sick smile, watching me as if this was some kind of twisted game.

I knew what he was doing. He knew what I was thinking.

"Don't want it?" he teased, tilting his head as if the situation wasn't dangerous at all. He pouted, but it was mocking—reminding me that he was in control, and I was the prey.

I couldn't get those keys. The moment I reached for them, I'd be handing him exactly what he wanted—my body, my submission. I couldn't let that happen. But he wasn't giving me a choice.

He slowly stepped closer, a wicked smirk stretching across his face. "Fine then," he mused, his voice dark and predatory, "Guess I won't satisfy myself with your permission."

I froze, dread settling in my gut. His next words sent a cold shiver through my veins. "I'll have to force it then."

Before I could react, he was on me again. His hands pinned me to the wall, and this time, there was no hesitation.

"I can make you beg," he hummed, his voice low, full of promise and danger.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bed, he threw me onto it. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, pinning both my hands. "Listen, I won't kill you, Instead I want this body of yours, you see, only a male omega can control my rage and anger, I am attracted to them only, and male omegas are very, very rare", he stated his needs, "Even if you don't comply, I'll take you".

I shoved him off the bed, sending him crashing onto the floor with a loud thud. "Who the fuck are you?!" I yelled, my voice shaking. But I didn't wait for an answer. My eyes locked onto the keys lying on the bed, and I grabbed them, sprinting toward the door.

My heart pounded as I jammed the key into the lock—except… nothing happened.

These keys are fucking fake?!

I turned around, my breath caught in my throat. He was getting up, brushing off the fall as if it was nothing. A slow, amused smile curled on his lips as he lifted his hand and beckoned me with a single finger.

"You want the real keys, omega?" His voice was smooth, calculated. "I'll give them to you, but—"

He took a step closer, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. "Imagine if every alpha in this building knew what you were." He let out a low chuckle. "You'd be devoured before you could even scream."

A shiver crawled down my spine.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, the door burst open.

Two fully armed guards stormed in.

"Ugh! Let—me—go!" I thrashed, but their grips were like iron.

He said nothing, just turned on his heel and walked away, his presence commanding without a single word. The guards dragged me behind him, my feet scraping against the floor as I struggled.

Before I knew it, I was shoved into a black van. I barely had a second to react before I lunged toward the door—

Clang!

The heavy doors slammed shut in my face.

I was trapped.

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To Be Continued... ...