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

[Scene: The Office / Sales Department]

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Staring blankly at the computer screen, muttering to himself) "Seriously... why won't that stupid quote leave my head? 'Bruised were the hearts...' Ugh." (Suddenly, the fluorescent office lights flicker violently above him. A strange, deep pressure drops in the room, making the air feel heavy and freezing cold.)

Oh Tae-Ming

(Walking past with a stack of papers, suddenly stumbling) "Whoa—what the heck? Did the AC break? It suddenly dropped like twenty degrees in here..." (Turns to look at Jo-Pil) "Manager Jo-Pil? You look completely pale. Are you—"

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Gasping, clutching his chest as the sound of rushing water echoes loudly in his ears) "Tae-Ming... do you hear that? It sounds like... like an ocean..."

Oh Tae-Ming

(Frowning, dropping his papers) "Ocean? Jo-Pil, you're scaring me. You're sweating bullets. Let me call—" (Before Tae-Ming can finish, the office floor shatters beneath Jo-Pil's feet like thin glass. Pitch-black water surges upward, swallowing the room in a second.)

Oh Tae-Ming

(Fading voice, echoing from far away as bubbles rise) "J-Jo-Pil—!"

[Scene: Darkness / Unknown Realm]

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Gasping for air, frantically swimming upward in the freezing, dark abyss) "Water—! Why is there an ocean?! This isn't my office—!"

A Deep, Menacing Voice (Whispering directly into his ear from the dark depths) "You run to the bottom of the ocean... I will find you, and I will make sure to once again lock you up where no one can lay their eyes on you."

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Eyes wide with pure terror in the pitch-black water) "That voice... No way... That's—!"

[Scene: A Grand, Opulent Bedchamber - Unknown World]

Jo-Pil's eyes snap open. Instead of a cheap office desk, his face is pressed against a cold, silk-pitted mattress inside a room fit for royalty. Heavy velvet curtains block out the light, and the scent of rich, suffocating pine and cedar—an Alpha's dominant pheromones—fills the air.)

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Coughing, frantically sitting up and touching his stomach) "Haah... haah... No, no, no! This is a joke! Tell me this is a joke!"

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(He looks down at his hands—they are slimmer, softer, entirely unfamiliar. He touches his neck and freezes as he feels a delicate, sensitive gland pulsing softly beneath his skin.)

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Voice trembling, tears welling up in his eyes) "I'm not Hwang Jo-Pil the sales manager anymore... Did I just get transmigrated into Bruised?!"

[Scene: The Dimly Lit Basement Room]

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Stepping further into the room, his custom-made leather shoe clicking sharply against the concrete floor. His dark eyes narrow as he towers over me, his gaze cold enough to freeze boiling water) "Is no one going to answer?"

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Thinking: Oh damn. Look at him. Exactly like the book described—tall, terrifying, and unfairly gorgeous. That black coat, the single black leather glove on his right hand... Wait, focus, Jo-Pil, you're about to get murdered.) "Castor..." (The name slips out of my mouth before I can stop it.)

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Stops dead in his tracks. His eyebrows knit together into a furious scowl, and the air in the room suddenly drops ten degrees) "And how do you know that name?"

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Thinking: Ah shit! I messed up! In the book, Jo-Pil calling him Castor was an absolute death flag!) (My legs suddenly turn to jelly, and I collapse straight onto the floor right at his feet, desperately avoiding his murderous stare)

The Grumpy Guard & Co-worker (Trembling against the far wall, completely paralyzed by the sheer pressure radiating from Ki-hoon) (Thinking: Take that, you bastards. Act tough now!)

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(His voice drops an octave, heavy with lethal intent) "Are you not going to answer?"

[Scene: Suffocating Pheromones]

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Gasping as a crushing, invisible weight slams down onto my chest. My lungs refuse to work. My throat tightens up) (Thinking: Is this... Alpha pheromones?! Holy crap, it feels like a physical hand choking me! The other guys look like they're about to pass out too. Okay, think fast, Jo-Pil. Use your plot knowledge!)

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Forcing the words past my constricted throat, keeping my eyes glued to the floor) "I... I heard it from the auction house."

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Silence stretches, thick and dangerous)

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

"They said my buyer was a man named Castor. They said he was tall, handsome, with black hair... and..." (Slowly risking a glance up at him, then immediately snapping my eyes away when I see his glare) "...and that he wore one glove on his right hand. Sorry, auction people, but my life comes first!"

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Staring down at me, his eyes narrowing further as he processes the lie) "If I find out you're lying to me, I will..."

RUUUUMBLE—

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(My stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud, desperate growl that echoes through the quiet basement) (Thinking: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.) (My face burns bright red. I look down at my wrists—they're nothing but skin and bones. When was the last time this body even had a decent meal?!)

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Pushing myself up to my feet, throwing caution and fear completely out the window, and walking right up to the most dangerous man in the novel) "Um... before we get going... can I get something to eat?"

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Stunned into absolute silence, staring at me as if I've grown a second head, the terrifying aura momentarily hitching in pure disbelief)

[Scene: The Dimly Lit Basement Room]

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Staring down at me, completely frozen in place, the terrifying, suffocating aura of his Alpha pheromones stuttering out of existence as pure bewilderment takes over) "..."

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Standing right in front of him, rubbing my flat stomach awkwardly, offering him a pathetic, starving smile) "Seriously, I'm begging you. If you want me to bear any heirs or whatever ridiculous thing you villains have planned, a dead body isn't going to do you much good. Do you guys even feed your prisoners, or is starvation part of the welcome package?"

The Grumpy Guard & Co-worker (Still clutching their chests against the wall, their eyes bulging out of their skulls in sheer terror) (Thinking: Has this omega lost his absolute mind?! Talking back to Captain Ki-hoon like that? He's going to be executed on the spot!)

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Slowly blinking, his dark eyes shifting from my face down to my painfully thin wrists, before back up to my defiant expression. The corner of his mouth twitches, a mix of disbelief and dark amusement flickering across his chiseled features) "You..." (His deep voice rumbles, losing its initial murderous edge, replaced by a dangerous, unpredictable curiosity) "You really have no fear left in you, do you, Jo-Pil?"

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Internally letting out a massive sigh of relief) (Thinking: Oh thank god, it worked! Humor and brazen stupidity—the ultimate survival tools against tyrannical omegaverse villains!)

Lee Ki-hoon / Castor (1ML)

(Turning his back abruptly, flicking the edge of his thick black coat as he motions toward the heavy door) "Get up. If we stay here any longer, you might actually starve to death on my watch, and I haven't even gotten to break you yet." (He pauses, glancing over his shoulder with a cold, wicked smirk) "There's a carriage waiting outside. Eat as much as you want... because once we reach the estate, your real punishment begins."

Hwang Jo-Pil (MC)

(Following right behind him, clinking chain and all, completely unfazed) (Thinking: Food first, apocalyptic omegaverse doom second. I can work with this.)

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

Chapter 1: Dreaming...

Chapter 2: I must be seeing things

Chapter 3: Oh no, I think I made a mistake