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“I’m not marrying a Lee,” Chan says easily, shrugging on his suit jacket and buttoning up the front. “I will be there tonight and see how things go, but I hope we have been good enough to the gods for them not to curse me with a Lee as a soulmate.”
His mother laughs as she approaches him, tugging at his collars as if to make sure it sits properly. “Marrying a Lee would be far from a curse, my son. Marrying a Lee means you would never have to worry about the next seven generations after you.”
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Alpha Bang Chan isn't a true alpha until he finds his mate. Bang Corp. will not be his until he is a true alpha. Bang Corp. is also at the brink of ruins, and only one cold, ice prince omega Lee Minho can help.
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26 Dec 2025
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Minho never planned on becoming anyone’s sugar baby.
But some arrangements make themselves.
A twist on the accidental sugar baby trope - not the funny or glamorous kind.Bookmarked by serahime
14 Dec 2025
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"Lord Bang," he says. He has to fight for his words to come out cordially. "I mean not to trouble you. I have good reason for the way I do things. I want you to see success in my services."
Chan purses his lips. "Is it not enough that you have found someone I deem to be a good mate?"
A good mate. Other matchmakers may define it the way that Chan does. Many of them do—Minho knows this from experience. Perhaps that is what Chan was expecting when he sought Minho out, attributing Minho's skills to a difference in diligence rather than philosophy. What is that to Chan, exactly?
As a matchmaker, Minho has never failed in finding others their perfect mate. But that just might change with his new client: the esteemed yet equally guarded alpha Bang Chan.
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13 Dec 2025
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Changbin leaned on the ropes, eyebrows raised. “You know what you need?”
“If you say acupuncture—”
“Deep tissue massage,” Chan cut in smoothly. “There’s a clinic I go to. Near the Gopchang place. Clean, private, not sketchy.”
Minho looked skeptical. “A massage?”
“A real massage,” Changbin said, nodding like he’d just discovered religion. “None of that soft baby oil spa stuff. I’m talking elbows-in-your-back, ‘am-I-being-exorcised’ kind of pressure.”
Or, Minho thought he booked a deep tissue massage. What he got instead was far more satisfying.Bookmarked by serahime
13 Dec 2025
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It’s a chance really, that now that their pack has expanded, Minho’s tasks are reduced to take care of the kids, cook, and lend a hand in the reparations and farmwork. He likes hard tasks, the way his body built muscles upon hours of strenuous activities. He feels more alive than he ever did in the city.
Minho loves that the kids are all theirs. Minho is Appa to all five even if he’s really father to none. It’s Chan’s doing obviously. Only the pack leader can decide on such a tradition. But no one protested, even the tamed alpha.
Minho knows they are not his though, despite his mate best efforts.Bookmarked by serahime
11 Dec 2025