CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41

Yu Jin’s POV

The video hit the internet while we were still stuck in traffic.

I was half-dozing across the back seat, legs over Min’s lap, his knot finally down enough that he could drive without grinding his teeth. His hand rested on my bare thigh like it belonged there now.

Then my phone started vibrating so hard it fell off the seat.

I picked it up.

Thirty-seven missed calls from Woo Min.

A hundred and twelve X notifications.

The top trending tag: #MotelOmegaScreaming

I clicked the video.

Grainy hallway footage. My voice, raw and wrecked, moaning Min’s name loud enough to echo. Then his growl, deep, animal, shaking the walls. The clip cut right before the bite, but the comments didn’t need the rest.

slut omega begging for it

that alpha scent is insane

someone tag park min that’s his voice right??

Isn’t that his worker?

My stomach dropped.

Min glanced in the rear-view. "What?"

I turned the screen so he could see.

His face went blank. Then the steering wheel creaked under his grip.

"Who the fuck recorded that?"

I was already scrolling. The account had posted it twenty-three minutes ago. Username: HRyo_88. Profile pic: black hoodie, no face.

Min yanked the car into the emergency lane, tires screeching. "Give me the phone."

I handed it over. He opened the profile, scrolled fast. Private messages were off, but the bio had one line:

Payback’s a bitch, pretty boy.

Min’s jaw flexed so hard I heard it pop.

"That’s the stalker from the motel hallway," I said. "The one who called you fallen-class."

Min didn’t answer. He was already dialing.

Jung Taek-won picked up on the second ring. "Boss?"

"Find an account. HRyo_88. I want his real name, address, and blood type in the next ten minutes."

Taek-won didn’t ask why. "On it."

Min hung up, threw the car back into drive, and floored it.

I grabbed the oh-shit handle. "Where are we going?"

"To end this."

Forty-three minutes later we were in some rundown apartment block in the east side. Taek-won sent an address and a photo: Han Ryo, twenty-nine, ex-paparazzi, fired last year for selling fake heat photos.

Min didn’t knock.

He kicked the door clean off the hinges.

Han Ryo was sitting at a desk, three monitors glowing, uploading another clip. He spun around, eyes wide, and tried to stand.

Min grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall so hard the monitors crashed to the floor.

"You put his voice online," Min said, voice deadly quiet.

Ryo choked, clawing at Min’s wrist. "It was just..."

Min punched him in the mouth. Blood sprayed.

I stepped inside, heart hammering. "Min, stop."

He didn’t. Another punch. Ryo’s nose cracked.

"Min!"

He turned his head just enough to look at me. His pupils were blown again, scent spiking so strong the room felt smaller.

"He made the whole country hear you come," he snarled. "He doesn’t need to breathe after that."

Ryo spat blood, laughing wetly. "Too late. Already mirrored on ten sites. Your pretty omega’s famous now."

Min’s hand tightened. Ryo’s face went purple.

I grabbed Min’s arm. "You kill him and you go to jail. Then who protects me when the next one shows up?"

Min’s chest heaved. For a second I thought he’d do it anyway.

Then he let go.

Ryo dropped, gasping, crawling backward.

Min crouched, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head back. "You’re going to delete every copy. Every mirror. Every fucking cloud backup. Then you’re going to post apology videos until your throat bleeds. And if I ever see your name again, I won’t stop next time."

Ryo whimpered. "Okay, okay..."

Min stood, wiped his bloody hand on Ryo’s shirt, and looked at me. "We’re done here."

We walked out.

In the hallway I finally looked at my phone again.

The video had 4.2 million views.

Comments were brutal.

disgusting omega whore

bet he planned it for clout

park min finally snapped lol

My hands shook so bad I almost dropped the phone.

Min saw. He took it from me, tossed it onto the passenger seat, and pulled me into his lap behind the wheel.

"Hey." His voice was softer now, but still rough. "Look at me."

I did. His lip was split from where Ryo’s tooth caught him, blood drying on his knuckles.

"None of that shit is true," he said.

"They think I’m a..."

"You’re mine." He cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek. "That’s the only thing that matters."

I laughed, bitter. "The whole country just heard me beg for your knot, Min. That’s not going away."

His phone rang. Taek-won again.

"Boss. Bad news. Company people are at your penthouse. They’ve got warrants for ’public indecency and illegal pheromone discharge.’ They’re waiting for you."

Min’s face went cold. "How many?"

"Eight security. Two lawyers. They are there herself, and they’re requiring you cancel the company meeting and return home."

He hung up, looked at me. "We’re not going home."

"Where then?"

"Hotel under my shell company. No cameras."

I nodded, throat tight.

He pulled out, but before we hit the highway he made one more call, this time on speaker.

"Get me every moderator on every major platform," he told someone. "I want that video gone in the next hour. Pay whatever. Threaten whatever. If it’s still up by sunrise, you’re all fired."

He hung up without waiting for an answer.

I stared at him. "You can do that?"

"I own half the servers it’s hosted on." He glanced at me. "By morning it’ll be like it never happened."

I leaned my head back against the seat, suddenly exhausted.

"You can’t erase the comments already out there," I muttered.

"No," he said quietly. "But I can make sure the next person who tries ends up worse than Ryo."

I closed my eyes.

His hand found mine, fingers threading tight.

"I’m sorry," he said.

"For what?"

"For dragging you into this mess again."

I snorted. "What ever Min."

He brought my hand to his mouth, kissed my knuckles, still bloody from Ryo’s face.

"From now on," he said against my skin, "anyone who touches you answers to me."

I looked out the window at the city lights blurring past.

The video was still trending.

But the video was already dropping in views, big chunks disappearing like someone was deleting the internet piece by piece.