Sole Omega in an Alpha Family chapter 103

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Beomhyeon reached out and caught Jungin’s wrist as he tried to escape.

“No, no, this can’t… You shouldn’t have come. Go back. Why did you look for me? You shouldn’t have come… Why did you come?”

Jungin struggled, twisting his wrist to free himself, trying to flee.

But Beomhyeon pulled him into a strong embrace, holding his trembling head gently as he whispered,

“I told you I’d find you. No matter what you look like, no matter

where you are. I promised to find you and love you the most.”

“Ah… ugh… No, this can’t… What if you die because of me? I can bear the pain, but if you’re hurt… I don’t think I could survive that.”

Cowardly Jungin.

Crybaby Jungin.

Beomhyeon let out a small laugh at the sight of him, even as Jungin glared back with swollen eyes.

Even this side of Jungin was precious to him, and Beomhyeon pulled him closer.

“I promise I won’t die. No matter what happens, I won’t die because of you.”

“…”

“I’ll stay by your side until we have children of our own, until our children fall in love and create more love. I won’t leave you, so trust me and let’s go back.”

Jungin stared at Beomhyeon’s face, glowing like a beacon in the darkness, before lowering his head.

Could he believe in Beomhyeon’s words?

Could he allow himself to be selfish, knowing the danger he might bring to Beomhyeon?

A shaky breath escaped Jungin as tears blurred his vision.

His eyes landed on the engagement ring on Beomhyeon’s finger, and he realized Beomhyeon’s hands were trembling as they held him tightly.

Slowly, Jungin raised his head and opened his mouth.

“You really promise…? You promise you won’t get hurt because of me?”

“I promise.”

Beomhyeon linked his pinky with Jungin’s trembling finger, brushing back Jungin’s sweat-dampened hair before gripping his small hand tightly.

“Let’s go home. The outing is over, Jungin.”

“It was the worst outing ever… because you and the others weren’t there.”

Jungin shook his head, thinking of the past three days that had felt like a lifetime.

Living had felt meaningless, and he had missed his loved ones so much it drove him mad.

“Then next time, let’s all go together.”

“…Yeah. Let’s do that.”

For the first time, Jungin smiled.

His stepmother still terrified him, but with Beomhyeon by his side, he felt like he could overcome that fear.

“Ah…”

“What’s wrong?”

As they walked back toward the boarding house to pack his things, Jungin felt a sharp prick under his neck.

A faint, cool scent filled the air.

Was it Beomhyeon’s pheromones?

Jungin glanced at him, but Beomhyeon’s clueless expression made him shake his head.

When they arrived at the boarding house, Beomhyeon’s expression darkened at the state of the room.

It was damp, unventilated, and mold was growing in several places.

“How could you think of living in a place like this? You should’ve used the money from Jang Sunhee to find a better place.”

‘How does he know about the money?’

Jungin looked up at Beomhyeon nervously, shifting his gaze.

“…I was planning to donate it to the orphanage later.”

At his reply, Beomhyeon let out a low chuckle.

He had almost forgotten—Jungin wasn’t just a coward and a crybaby.

He was also ridiculously kind-hearted.

Beomhyeon sighed inwardly.

“Are the others angry with me?”

Beomhyeon picked up Jungin’s small bag, carrying it for him.

“No, they’re not angry.”

“Then?”

“They miss you. So much that it hurts.”

Jungin’s chin trembled as tears welled up again.

Beomhyeon, gripping his hand tightly, tugged him forward.

“So let’s hurry home.”

“Okay…”

Beomhyeon drove them back, the city lights glittering outside the window.

As they neared home, Jungin’s heart raced.

He hadn’t realized how precious it was until now.

He wanted to apologize to his brothers and share everything he’d been through.

Beomhyeon, understanding his feelings, spoke as he drove.

“Jang Sunhee will be arrested soon.”

“…My stepmother?”

“Yes. She’s been charged without detention, and the hit-and-run from March is irrefutable. Jungseo even went to Macau himself to capture the perpetrator.”

Beomhyeon wanted to reassure Jungin that there was no longer anything to fear.

“If she’s found guilty of soliciting murder, she won’t escape prison time.”

“…I see.”

“No one will hurt you anymore.”

Relief washed over Jungin.

For the first time, the heavy weight in his chest lifted.

He smiled faintly, but as he turned to Beomhyeon, his expression shifted.

A car with its headlights glaring sped toward them.

“No! Beomhyeon! Watch out—!”

The roar of the engine filled the air as the speeding car closed in.

Through the driver’s side window, Jungin saw his stepmother’s face, twisted in rage.

Beomhyeon clenched his jaw and turned the wheel sharply, but it was too late.

The car slammed into theirs, narrowly missing the driver’s seat but continuing to ram them forward.

Jungin’s vision blurred as his head hit the window.

Blood trickled down Beomhyeon’s forehead as he gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control.

With all his might, Beomhyeon slammed on the brakes, desperately trying to protect Jungin.

The car, coming to a screeching halt against the guardrail, shook as a cloud of smoke filled the air.

Through the blurred vision, Beomhyeon caught sight of the injured Jungin.

“Jung…in…”

Beomhyeon’s hand trembled as he hurriedly checked on Jungin.

When he saw Jungin faintly opening his eyes, his body finally exhaled the breath he had been holding in.

“I’m sorry, Beomhyeon… it’s all my fault…”

Jungin’s eyes, as if tinted with a drop of brown paint in clear water, were filled with guilt.

When Beomhyeon noticed the thick tears falling down Jungin’s cheek, he wanted to hold him, to comfort him.

But then—

Screech…!

The sound of tires grinding against the asphalt pierced through the air, sending a painful shriek to his ears.

The car, reversing, was now coming back toward the driver’s seat.

Beomhyeon, squinting his eyes at the approaching light, instinctively turned his body and pulled Jungin close, as if shielding him, pressing his lips against Jungin’s neck.

“Don’t cry…”

This was the only thing he could do.

Whispering softly to Jungin with his last remaining strength, Beomhyeon felt his consciousness begin to fade along with the violently shaking car.

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