I muttered to myself, feeling both amused and exasperated.
I knew those hands.
I knew the strength with which they held me down, the way they touched my most sensitive spots, and the immense pleasure they could bring.
Even with the vivid memory of that intense night, I found myself annoyed.
In the end, it turned out that the night which left me with such a vivid memory and an unerasable mark on my body and mind was nothing more than an ordinary night for Haejun.
What truly got under my skin was my bruised pride.
The Alpha, who claimed he wouldn’t get attached to me, was frustrating because he treated our imprinting so casually and made decisions entirely on his own.
In the end, it was Haejun’s dismissive attitude towards me that I hated.
‘Come to think of it, while Sinwoo’s been talking about Haejun for ten years, I paid no attention either. Maybe we’re both indifferent to others in the same way?’
But back then, Haejun was just my friend’s uncle.
