The dining room exploded five minutes after the pregnancy test hit the table.
Mother-in-law slammed her wine glass down so hard the stem snapped. "Pregnant? Now? With everything falling apart? This is a disaster."
The sister-in-law leaned forward, eyes glittering like she'd won the lottery. "Does it even matter whose it is? Min-jae's been sniffing around him for months."
Kang-woo's fork stopped halfway to his mouth. "Touch my kid and I'll rip your tongue out and feed it to you."
Ji-woon's hand tightened on his thigh under the table, but his voice stayed ice-cold. "The child is mine. End of discussion."
Min-jae walked in right then, fresh from whatever hole he'd crawled into after the shootout. Bandage still on his cheek, smile sharp as ever. He took one look at the test and laughed.
"Pregnant? Perfect timing. I'll file for emergency custody this afternoon. The board will love it—unstable Omega, secret street-rat identity, carrying a possible bastard. I'll take the kid and the company shares while I'm at it."
Kang-woo stood so fast his chair toppled. "Try it."
Min-jae stepped closer, voice low enough only Kang-woo heard. "You used to beg for my cock, remember? One word from me and the press gets the full story. DNA, videos, everything. Hand the kid over quietly and I might let you keep your fancy new life."
Ji-woon moved like lightning.
He grabbed Min-jae by the throat, slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack the plaster, and held him there. "You touch my Omega or my child and I will end you. Not legally. Not quietly. I will make you disappear the way I make problems disappear."
Min-jae choked out a laugh. "You can't kill your own brother in front of witnesses."
Ji-woon smiled. Cold. Terrifying. "Watch me."
Security poured in. Min-jae was dragged out still smiling, already on his phone, whispering orders to lawyers and board members.
Kang-woo sat back down, hands shaking. The nausea was back, but this time it wasn't just morning sickness. It was the weight of everything—old life, new life, a baby growing inside a body that still didn't feel like his.
Ji-woon knelt in front of him, big hands framing his face. "Breathe. I'm handling it. The board vote is in two hours. I'm cleaning house. Min-jae's finished."
Kang-woo looked at him—blood on his knuckles, eyes dark with pure Alpha rage—and felt something crack open in his chest.
He grabbed Ji-woon's wrist, pressed the palm against his still-flat stomach.
"I want this," he said, voice rough. "The kid. The life. You. All of it. No more running. No more pretending I'm just surviving."
Ji-woon's eyes flashed. He leaned in and kissed him hard, right there in front of the entire stunned family.
But Kang-woo's phone buzzed on the table.
A new message.
Board meeting starts soon. We own three members now. The baby changes nothing. See you in court, princess.
The power struggle wasn't over.
It had just found a new weapon.