CHAPTER 3: "RULES"

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The pen clattered to the table. Jae-min sat rigid, fists clenched, every muscle screaming rebellion. His name bled across the marriage contract like a death sentence.

Kolai didn’t look at the papers. He didn’t need to. He already owned him.

“Stand,” the Alpha ordered.

Jae-min’s jaw locked. “Make me.”

The room went silent. The guards tensed.

Kolai chuckled—a low, dangerous sound that made the brat’s stomach twist. He reached down, fingers wrapping Jae-min’s chin, forcing his head up until gray eyes pierced his.

“I’ll make you kneel, мальчик,” he whispered. Boy.

Heat slammed through Jae-min’s body so violently he nearly staggered. Fuck. No. He wasn’t giving this bastard the satisfaction.

Kolai let go, straightened, and began to circle him again. Calm, deliberate, every step echoing off the velvet-draped walls.

“You’ve signed. You are mine now. That means you will follow rules.”

Jae-min barked out a laugh. “What am I, a fucking dog?”

Kolai’s smile was ice. “If you behave like one, yes.”

He stopped in front of him, gloved hands resting on the table, voice sinking low, measured:

Rule One. “You wear the ring. Always. If you take it off, I will chain it to your neck instead.”

Rule Two. “When I call, you come. Whether you’re across the room or across the world, you answer. Immediately. No exceptions.”

Jae-min scoffed. “What if I’m busy?”

Kolai leaned close, lips brushing the brat’s ear. “You’ll never be too busy to crawl to me.”

A shiver betrayed him. Jae-min masked it with a glare.

Rule Three. “You will not leave this house without my permission. If you run, I will drag you back by the collar in front of every man who serves me.”

Jae-min’s chest heaved. “You can’t fucking—”

“Try me,” Kolai cut in, voice sharp.

Rule Four. “In public, you are my husband. You sit beside me, you smile, you play the pretty Omega prince they expect. If you embarrass me—” His hand closed around Jae-min’s throat, squeezing just enough to remind him. “I will teach you manners in private.”

A flush crept over Jae-min’s skin, fury and something hotter tangled tight. He hated how his body reacted to that grip. Hated it.

Rule Five. Kolai’s thumb brushed the ring of Jae-min’s throat, soft, cruel. “You belong to me. Every word, every breath, every inch of you. Whether you fight or surrender doesn’t matter. The end is the same—you are mine.”

The room was silent, every guard pretending not to stare.

Jae-min’s lips parted, trembling between rage and denial. “You think you can break me?”

Kolai smiled, slow and cold. “No, brat. I’m going to train you until you beg me not to stop.”

Jae-min swore, every filthy curse he knew in Korean pouring out in a furious stream. The Alphas in the room laughed under their breath. Kolai? He just leaned back, cigar between his teeth again, watching his brat burn.

“Rules start tonight,” he said. “And I’m a generous husband—I’ll even let you choose your collar.”

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