Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas

We walked to a balcony where it was just the two of us, away from the annoying little crowd in the hallway, and away from all pleasantries and small talk.

The breeze that blew was so cool and refreshing, that I felt I could get all that lying stress off my nerves by just staying there.

And then Jin-Yeok asked,

"Did you have fun making up endless lies?"

"Ah, they left me no choice," I said, narrowing my eyes but then chuckled at the thought. "I'm quite good at it, aren't I?"

"They were completely fooled," Jin-Yeok said.

The soft night breeze blew over us, and my slick hair that should've stayed in place started to loosen.

First, one strand, and then two others, all falling in front of my face and making me look rather haggard.

I thought this was the time in romance novels where we were supposed to have a moment, thanks to the balcony feeling. But it's just making me look weird.

I reached my hand towards my face, planning to swipe back the hair when Jin-Yeok caught my hand.

I looked up at him but not a moment had passed before he pushed forward and claimed my lips.

My eyes instinctively rolled towards the entrance of the balcony, the shimmering lights that spilled from it through the not-so-entirely closed curtains.

In that case, someone could absolutely see us if they came just a little bit closer.

But... Did it matter?

I already spread the word that Jin-Yeok was completely obsessed with me and that I was someone important. So, if they saw this, they shouldn't be too surprised.

Still... This kiss felt great.

I lifted my other hand and wrapped it around his neck, melting into that soft and gentle feeling he was brushing over my skin.

Maybe the highlight of a relaxing moment was a kiss after all.

When he pulled away, he stared into my eyes. He flipped the strands gently but did not tuck them away.

Why?

"You look good this way." He said. "It makes you look original and not..." The words couldn't come out. Or rather, he didn't intend to say it and hurt my feelings so I added,

"Fake?"

"You said it, not me."

"Well, it's not entirely false," I said, flipping the hair as well.

With my hair slicked back, my face looking like a supermodel's, and my entire exterior screaming wealth... This was definitely not the image he was used to.

Though, it wasn't that he disliked every bit of it.

He was just too used to seeing the relaxed and haggard side of me. The one who lay in bed with no care in the world, waiting for my masters, eating and reading a book.

"Haha," I laughed softly. "It's not all fake."

"I know." He warmly said, his warm gaze fixed on me as if there was no other that could compare to me.

No other that could give him the kind of bliss I gave him.

"You know," I added, rubbing my cheek against his gloved palm, which was gently resting on it. "Not everything I said was a bunch of lies," I said and the side of his lips tugged to one corner in an amused grin.

"Oh?"

"I centered most of it on how well you treat me." I tapped his chest. "How you adore me and wouldn't forgive anyone for treating me rudely. It's true, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is."

"And you were the one who asked me to walk all over them." I shrugged, taking a few steps back, and turned around. "I was just doing what you asked so I want entirely in the wrong here, haha."

This should get me out of any trouble, right?

He was already looking at me with those eyes that asked questions with no words. He would try to feed his curiosity later on too.

So before he makes a move, I'd better clarify it all.

"I get it." He said and took a step towards me, his figure towering over me from behind, and I kind of regretted it as I turned my back on him. "You were just doing as I asked,"

"Y-yes, that's right." I gulped, feeling sweaty all of a sudden.

Something didn't feel right all of a sudden.

"So, who's your daddy?" He asked and I flinched, my face blushing heavily. That came out of nowhere. I knew what he was asking but the way he asked.

He suddenly pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and dropping his head on my shoulder as he whispered and brought a rather distant memory.

"I quite recall you calling me daddy some time ago," he said and I pursed my lips, my heart thumping heavily. He remembered that? Why did he remember that?

(I believe we all remember that)

"It might've been a slip but I assume it's a little naughty desire of yours."

"Let's... Let's not think about that." I said, ashamed and embarrassed.

To think he would use this against me now, after so many chapters.

"Come on, it's a rather fun topic, don't you think?"

Well, fun for you and embarrassing for me.

I don't think there's any part of my body that isn't red right now.

I covered my face, shaking my head.

He can't do this to me.

He just can't.

Then, he took one of my hands and kissed it.

"Your lips hold a lot of truth." He said, "So, let's just make one more part of it true. Jo-Pil? Can I be your 'daddy'?"

My head practically exploded.

What in the...?

Did he know what he was asking about?

I mean, he doesn't literally mean a father, I know that much. But it's that fact that makes this even more exhilarating and mind-blowing.

"If you let me, I'll even let you call me Daddy." He whispered and blew on my ear.

This man... With that voice, that face, that smirk... He wants me to call him Daddy.

How perverted of him. He was way more of a pervert than I was. I see that now.

But wait. Wasn't I the one supposed to make the request here?