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The ultrasound room is quiet except for the low mechanical hum and the soft rustle of paper. Wooyoung sits motionless on the examination table, the sterile gown crisp and alien against his skin. The doctor's wand moves in a cold, precise arc. On the monitor, two distinct heartbeats pulse, tiny and relentless, like trapped fireflies. "Congratulations, Mr. Jung," the doctor says, her smile bright and professional. "You're expecting two healthy pups." Wooyoung's hands clench, the paper gown crumpling in his fists. *Two. San's two.* The alpha's face appears in his mind—that trademark smirk, the eyes that see everything as a potential conquest. How does he even start this conversation? The door clicks shut behind the doctor, sealing him in with the ghostly image on the screen and a secret th…