In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

15. Kim was scared atleast 5 times thinking that Porchay's Water broke?

Kimhan Theerapanyakul, An Alpha that had a reputation. A Ruthless, efficient, and utterly unflappable, he commanded respect and fear in equal measure.

But at this moment, standing in a dimly lit alleyway in his custom-tailored suit, he was having a very one-sided conversation with a terrified would-be mugger, all while contemplating the bloody doormat situation at home.

"Listen, bastard," Kimhan began, his voice low and chilling.

"I don't want to have to kill you. My husband's strict about the whole 'no blood indoors' thing. You see, he's forced me to buy a dozen new doormats already, and if I have to step into another goddamn outlet mall during peak hours, I swear I'll burn the place to the ground."

He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Wait-where was I going with this? Right. You."

Near Theerapanyakul Club, this Bastard caused a scene, acting like he owned the place until the real deal arrived.

The mugger-young, scruffy, and clearly regretting his life choices-stood frozen.

Tonight, Kimhan's simmering frustration wasn't work-related, nor was it due to the poor excuse of a mugger trembling before him.

His real concern lay elsewhere-his omega. Porchay had been on his mind all day, and not even an absurdly easy confrontation like this could ease the tension in his chest.

Their bond was ironclad, stronger than any obstacle or rivalry he had faced. Yet, his mate's pregnancy had tested every ounce of Kimhan's patience and adaptability.

Porchay's mood swings and cravings were unrelenting, and Kimhan found himself bending to every whim, willing to do whatever it took to see him happy.

That, of course, didn't mean he wasn't still the dangerous Alpha the world feared.

And he knew he wanted to be with him-not with this Shitty figure who looked like he was about to pass out.

Bastards unsteady hands gripped a cheap knife so tightly that the blade trembled against his gaudy rings, producing an irritating rattling sound.

The noise grated on Kimhan's sensitive ears, making his expression darken.

So He took the matter to his own hands. Killing him would ease his mind. Maybe or not Maybe?

"You're trying to mug my territory," Kimhan continued, as if narrating the obvious for the man's benefit. "Big mistake. But I'll give you a deal. Hand over the knife so I can stab you just a little, It will be fun for me and I'll still make it home in time for dinner. Fair?"

This was supposed to be an easy, uneventful night. But thanks to this jittery, low-class fool, Kimhan was now running late.

The thought of disappointing his omega made him all the more irritated.

This was not how Kimhan Theerapanyakul wanted to spent his evenings.

That Bastard still like a rabid bat looked around trying to find a placs to escape from the mob boss.

Kimhan clicked his tongue and spitted in front.

"You've got one chance to hand over that knife," Kimhan said, his voice dangerously calm, each word laced with unspoken threats.

"Because if you keep shaking like that, I might mistake you for a vibrating toy. And trust me, you don't want to find out what I do to toys that annoy me."

The mugger swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fumbled for courage.

Kimhan tilted his head slightly, the motion predatory. "Don't make me repeat myself."