A Cursed Wolf || Taehyung ff

Chapter 3.

Dia's Pov:

Taehyung.

I froze.

I whipped my head to where the loud growls emanated from. It came from the entrance of the hall, and a very angry-looking Taehyung moved hurriedly to us. My eyes darted back to the stranger. His eyes were on Taehyung's as well, showing no emotion.

"You are not invited to my party. What the hell are you doing here?" Taehyung said, barely in a low tone, his eyes lowered distastefully on me in the arms of the stranger. It was then I realized the cute stranger was still holding me by my waist.

I quickly steadied my shoes on the floor, regaining my balance, and sent a thankful smile to the stranger, whose flawless hazel eyes regarded me with something in them. Something that called out to me, yet I couldn't just decipher.

Strangely, they made my heart ache. "Thank you for---" I began but was abruptly cut off by Taehyung's pointed words.

"What are you doing here, Seokjin?" Taehyung was looking straight at the man beside me, Seokjin. From Taehyung's tone, it seemed the man was not welcomed at all.

"The Council invited every pack in the North Central, so here I am. My brother sent his apologies for not being able to make it to your Luna's coronation." With every word that left Seokjin's lips, he never took his eyes off of me. And truthfully, neither could I.

I still couldn't shake off the familiar feeling in my gut, like I knew him or was supposed to know him. But that was impossible. In my years of growing up at the Silver Mist Pack, I was never allowed to leave the packhouse, let alone its territory. Even on days when the man was not welcomed at all.

The pack had guests, I was never allowed outside, instead, locked up in the solitude of my chamber.

I was forced to jerk from my thoughts when Kaiser's soft voice filtered into my ears. "So, you are the lady of this ceremony," He had a uniquely beautiful smile, one that held a type of unspoken pain. Taehyung's huge and domineering figure stood between us before I could take it.

"Get out, Jin!" He counted each word in the most terrifying manner, making it obvious he had lost the last straw of patience.

Quickly, Brielle's mate, Allen, and another guy called Jimin were by Taehyung's side. The air around us became too uncomfortable, charged with a knife-edge tension. Brielle rushed to me and pulled me away.

My mate and Seokjin stood, glaring at other so intensely, a second away from lunging at each other. I felt the hatred that burned between them, and the intensity made my eyes burn. I had no idea what insanity had plagued my senses. I couldn't even recognize myself. Why on earth was I crying?

Thankfully, before anything disastrous happened, a voice vibrated within the castle walls.

"Enough!" Three men strutted from the far end of the hall. They were quite older, and if you listened closely, one could note the rich accent that dangled on their words. My eyes rounded in recognition. The Elder Wolves. I had never seen them, but I had heard stories about them and the Council.

Everyone bowed to them, but Taehyung and Seokjin were having a hard time tearing their gaze from each other.

"What is this madness? There are so many eyes on you for goodness sake, or have you forgotten this is a party?" One of the elders spoke to them.

"You are correct," Taehyung grunted. "This is a party, and the Black pack are not invited." Another elder spoke up. "He is a Council guest."
"And an enemy of my pack!" Taehyung voiced again.