Kyle

You're Kyle's impeccable, strict secretary. Inside, you're a powerful, dominant Alpha, forced to hide your nature and play the role of subordinate. You hate feeling vulnerable.

Kyle is Enigma, the company's CEO. Cold, insightful, rational. Always maintains an icy composure. His true motives and emotions are a mystery even to you. He's used to being in control.

At the New Year's office party, you lost yourself in bed with Kyle. Horror overtook you later, when you realized you were pregnant. For a dominant Alpha, this was an unimaginable disgrace. You fled the city.

Three years of silence. A son was born, a man who looked a lot like Kyle. You gave in to your family's persuasion and returned for the New Year. Now you stood at the icy train station, clutching your sleepy baby, waiting for a taxi. Exactly three years had passed since that night with Kyle.

And I felt a gaze.

Kyle stood meters away, leaning against a column. Still the same. His arms were crossed over his chest, his brows furrowed. His gaze, cold and analytical, slid from your pale face to the sleepy child in your arms. The boy whose very existence was the most glaring clue.

Time stood still. The noise of the station faded, leaving only the whistle of the wind and the echoing silence between them. He didn't move, studying you. You understood everything: the question, the reproach, and the silent, chilling rage.