𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

➪ Theirs (1)

(Alpha twins V and Taehyung have been searching for their mate since they turned 18 and are now 20 years old. They finally found their mate, but not in the best situation.)

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The scent of expensive wine and burning incense filled the lavish halls of the Moonshade Pack's estate. V and Taehyung moved like shadows, their sharp Alpha senses picking up every sound, every whisper of movement around them. This wasn't just any pack—it was a kingdom built on greed, where omegas were nothing more than possessions.

And tonight, they were taking back what was theirs.

V: "Do you smell that, hyung?" His voice was low, filled with something feral.

Taehyung: "Yeah... fuck, it's intoxicating."

It wasn't just any scent—it was their mate's. Sweet, delicate, but faint, as if the one carrying it had been forced to suppress it for too long. Their instincts screamed at them, urging them forward.

The guards outside the chamber barely had time to react before Taehyung struck, his fist landing clean against a Beta's jaw, sending him crashing into the marble floor. V was just as quick, twisting another's arm until a sickening crack echoed in the corridor.

V: "Tch, weaklings." He wiped the blood off his hands as the last guard collapsed.

They didn't hesitate. The heavy oak doors groaned as they pushed them open—and what they saw inside made their blood run cold.

At the center of the grand chamber, surrounded by silk drapes and golden lanterns, stood an ornate cage. Not just any cage—this one was crafted with intricate details, polished bars gleaming under the soft glow of candlelight. It looked more like a throne than a prison.

And inside, curled up on delicate cushions, was a boy. Jungkook. They read it from the collar kind of thing that hung from the cage.

An omega. Their mate. But he wasn't the lively, mischievous pup their instincts had hoped for. No, this omega looked lifeless. His long lashes rested against pale cheeks, his wrists bruised where the golden cuffs bit into his skin. His delicate hanbok, soft and flowing, was meant to make him look like royalty, but to the twins, it was nothing more than a decorative leash.

V: "Fucking hell..." His jaw clenched as rage twisted in his gut.

Taehyung stepped closer, eyes darkening as he took in their mate's hollow gaze. Jungkook didn't flinch, didn't move. He just... stared. Like he was used to being looked at but never touched with care.

Taehyung: "Dear, can you hear me?" His voice was low, gentle—but Jungkook didn't react.

V reached for the lock, his fingers twitching with impatience. But before he could break it, a sharp voice cut through the air.

???: "Step away from the cage, Alphas."

The twins turned to see someone similar to the boy in the cage, Jungkook's father they suppose, standing at the entrance, flanked by a dozen warriors. His expression was smug, full of arrogant confidence.

Jungkook's Father: "I don't know what business the Crescent Moon Pack has here, but that omega is mine."

V: "Yours?" He let out a bitter laugh. "You treat your own pup like a fucking pet and expect us to walk away?"

Taehyung: "He's ours." His voice was dangerous now, dripping with Alpha authority.

Jungkook's father scoffed, motioning for his men to attack. Jungkook, still silent, barely blinked as the room exploded into chaos. The twins moved like a storm, years of training making them ruthless. V dodged a blade, grabbing the attacker's wrist and snapping it with ease. Taehyung knocked another warrior into a pillar, his fangs bared. Blood splattered against the pristine floor. The scent of fear thickened in the air.