Sweet Kisses [✓]

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Muffled sounds of boots and badges clicking, and silent grunt noises filled the atmosphere.

Alphas and Betas marched around the grassland, which, a few hours ago, was filled with dead bodies and blood of the mortals.

"Everyone is requested to stand up, in respect of the prime alpha of the Horizon pack", Park Jimin, the head commander, announced.

The soldiers, hostages, and the to-be prime alpha of the Lunar pack stood up, with a hand on their left chest.
The grassland was completely silent. Not even the crickets dared to chirp.

There stood the prime alpha of the Horizon pack, Kim Taehyung, in his all glory.

A small smirk appeared on his face, when he saw the dead bodies of the enemy pack, all piled on the cremation ground.

With his robe dragging on the carpet, he walked towards his throne, which had another thone just right beside it.

"I, Kim Taehyung, the prime alpha of the Horizon pack, declares Jung Hoseok as the prime alpha of the lunar pack, considering the death of the tyrannic prime alpha, late Jung Dong-hyun", Taehyung's deep voice seemed to be resonating, even in the open grassland of the land, now owned by Jung Hoseok.

"I will never forget the greatness you showed by freeing the people of my land from the cruel hands of my tyrannic father, mr. Kim", Hoseok said, flashing a wide smile at the stone cold prime alpha infront of him.

Taehyung said nothing and just nodded. He hated exaggerated thankfulness.

"All hail Kim Taehyung!"
"All hail Jung Hoseok!"
"All hail Lunar pack!"
"All hail Horizon pack!"

After the coronation of Hoseok, Taehyung and his pack, took their leave, inspite of the many requests by the former prime alpha, for them to stay for another day.

Promising a dinner to them, Taehyung got on his royal horse.
Inspite of motor cars being available everywhere, the prime alpha loved going everywhere with his horse.

According to him, the four tyred, obnoxiously loud, no window vehicles were waste of time, money and knowledge. Basically good for nothing.

They stopped in the midst of the jungle, barely fearing the dacoits moving around. They were the most respected packs of this country. No body would dare do such things to them. Shivers run through people's spine, even when they are just talking with them.

"Mr. Park", Taehyung called.
Jimin marched towards him, and stood straight finally, with a quick salute.
Nodding at him, Taehyung asked, "How much time to the pack house ?"

Jimin blinked a few times, counting the time in his mind, "Four hours seventeen minutes, sir"
Taehyung looked at his watch for a few second, and shook his head, "Four hours seventeen minutes three seconds. Get it right from the next time, or else you're the next one to step up on the guillotine"

With that being said, Taehyung walked towards the river-side, his boots crunching the fallen leaves of autmn.

The twenty four year old alpha knelt down by the river. A deer, alarmed by his foot steps, quickly ran away, stopping quenching its thirst.

Taehyung splashed the water on his face, slapping the cold water near his neck area. He drank a bit from the river, knowing that the pack must have already ran out of it.

It has been half a monsoon, since the prime alpha returned his home. Home didn't mean the pack house.

Taehyung being mateless, did very much enjoy the time with his parents ; though, when asked to admit that, "On my dead body!" would be his only answer.

He heard soft whimpers and hisses from his behind. Turning around, he saw beta soldier of their pack, taking care of his mate's wound, as he applied medicines on them.

The prime alpha chuckled at that. He was not necessarily a fan of the "mate" idea. Unlike other prime alphas, Taehyung tended to maintain a bit distance from his 'probable' mates. Other werewolves usually meet their mates when they are eighteen or nineteen.

Only the moon goddess know what she has prepared for me, Taehyung sighed, gulping down another palm-full water, he shook his head, as if, trying to pry away the useless thoughts of having a mate.

But while sleeping, if he cuddles his side pillow, pretending it to be his mate, kissing it, hugging it tightly and then hiding its head in his chest, then that's none of our business.