Unkempt blood {A YoonminSeok FF}

Hanyeol's Betrayal

In the twilight of the supernatural realm, where whispers of ancient curses and forbidden legacies echoed through the dense forests and moonlit skies, the world twisted the entwined destinies of two beings, each heart burdened by their lineage. This was no ordinary tale; this was the chronicle of Han and Yuna, a werewolf prince and a vampire princess, destined to be at odds but drawn together by the pulse of love.

Han Hanyeol, known as the Prince of the Werewolves, strode through the halls of the prestigious Lycan Academy, his white fur shimmering under the glow of the moonlight that seeped through the grand windows. His piercing purple eyes reflected a strength cultivated through generations, yet uncertainty lingered at the edges of his heart. His Wolf Czar howled with intensity, sensing the unrest within his royal blood. The academy served as a fragile sanctuary—a place where werewolves and vampires coexisted under the constant threat of their historic feud.

When Yuna Park, the Princess of the Vampires, stepped into his world, the air seemed to hum with tension. Her raven-black hair flowed like a cloak of shadows around her, and her crimson eyes glittered with mischievous defiance. They crossed paths unexpectedly one fateful day. Han, caught off guard, scowled, momentarily succumbing to his instinctive aversion to the vampire. "Sorry," he muttered, turning sharply to leave, but her curious gaze inexplicably tethered him.

Days turned into weeks, and their encounters became more frequent. What began as wariness morphed into banter, then companionship. Seized by curiosity and intrigue, Han found solace in Yuna's companionship. Unlike others, she saw past the stony exterior molded by centuries' worth of animosity; she recognized the boy beneath, yearning to break free from the shackles of obligation.

Together, they navigated their clandestine meetings, sharing hushed laughter and secret glances under the watchful eyes of their peers. The distance between enemies and friends blurred into something neither of them could articulate. Soon a project partnership assigned by their teachers solidified their bond into a fragile, burgeoning romance. Their hands accidentally brushed; the air crackled with unspoken promises.

Han's Wolf Czar grew ever fonder of Yuna. With every stolen moment, the connection deepened, igniting a blaze that illuminated the darkness of their respective worlds. In a surge of courage ignited by raw emotion, Han whispered, "You're my mate, Yuna," grounding their love in an unseen destiny.

But the ties binding them wrapped tighter, pulling them into the shadows of disapproval. As news of their growing bond reached Han's family, their outrage became palpable. The royal lineage of the wolves had lived under the creed of purity, where forbidden unions led to ruin. Bloodlines so immaculate were tainted by interspecies relations, a sentiment echoed by the powerful moon goddess they revered. "Stay away from her," his father commanded vehemently, despairing of the fate that had befell his only son.

Haunted by conflicting emotions, Yuna's world shattered when her family discovered her secret: she was with a child—a wolf bearing a vampire's mark. Desperation coursed through her veins as familial ties crumbled. They deemed the baby cursed; to protect their bloodline, they whisked her away to an isolated refuge, far from Festus Coven and the market of souls that thrived in the darkness.

Time passed, and Han's 18th birthday arrived—a crucial moment when the laws of nature deemed him aware of the mate bond. His parents summoned him home in expectation, but Yuna sensed something was amiss. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she dialed his number, longing to hear his voice.

"Don't disturb me," he replied coldly, the warmth of their past frozen in ice. "I only want my mate! You Are Not My Mate!!" The shadows closed in, tearing Yuna apart within. She had sacrificed everything—the love from her coven, the whispers of acceptance—but the echo of betrayal plunged her into a darkness deeper than that from which she'd come.

Casting away the remnants of her former life, Yuna fled into the unknown, a corner of the world devoid of supernatural presences. There, she found solace in the chaos between the past and future, raising her son—a half vampire, half werewolf named Jimin. The birth of her angel transformed solitude into purpose, each day a lesson in love intertwined with caution.

The wilderness became their haven, but survival dictated their lives. Yuna educated Jimin about the harsh realities of both worlds, imparting knowledge on how to hide his essence. "Trust no one but me," she whispered in the moonlit nights while sewing dreams into his heart. "Release your fragrance only when safe; otherwise, the darkness of our worlds will consume you."

Yet the shadows of their past lingered, whispering tales of love and betrayal. Jimin, curious and wise beyond his years, looked up to his mother, yearning to understand who he truly was. "Will I be accepted, Mother?" he asked, his youthful eyes searching hers.

Yuna paused, grief washing over her. "One day, perhaps. But you must remember: you are loved, even if the world cannot see it."

Amidst her struggles, a fierce determination grew within Yuna. As her son slept beneath the stars, she lit a courage within her heart that rivaled legends of old. She would not succumb to despair; she would seek peace between their worlds.