Claws And Fangs

Chapter 6

A month has passed since they became friends.

The three of them have grown something more than friends inside them.

Taehyung the guy who never glanced at any girl in his life of ninety five years. Now, find excuses just to see her face, to talk to her, to see her smile.

On the other hand,

Jungkook, who only considered girls as a way of enjoyment in this boring life. Now, has become serious for this one girl. He genuinely makes efforts to see her happy.

And finally our unique werewolf Y/n is confused. Confused between Taehyung and Jungkook. Her mind is messed up. She thinks it's a sin to love two men at the same time but who's gonna tell this girl that loving someone is never a sin. It's out of our control. It just happens without our knowing and when we get to know about it, It gets too late. Too late to go back.

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"Hey Y/n, let’s go eat lunch. I’m starving," Yumi said, slinging her arm around my shoulders.

“I’m heading to the library,” I replied, gently unlooping her arm. “Need a few books… and I don’t really feel like eating right now. Why don’t you go ask your boyfriend—‘Joonie baby’?”

Her cheeks flushed instantly. “Yaaah! Don’t tease me!” She smacked my arm playfully.

I laughed. “Alright, alright. See you later.”

With a wave, I turned and made my way to the library.

I’d just finished my fiction on my phone, and the screen was starting to make my eyes ache. I needed something physical—pages I could feel. Something dark. Something twisted.

Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton.
My fingers brushed the spine, pulling it off the shelf.

“Nice pick.”
A deep, velvety voice spoke right behind me.

I turned—only to bump directly into Taehyung’s chest. He was standing so close, I had to take a step back, only to find my back pressed against the bookshelf.

“Uhm, I was just putting it back. I’ve already read both parts,” I mumbled, clenching my fists slightly, trying to keep my nerves in check.

“You have?” he asked, voice smooth, gaze intense.

I nodded.

“What do you think about Zade Meadows?” he asked, lifting both arms to cage me in, palms resting on the shelf behind me. He was towering over me now, our faces mere inches apart. His scent—dark and clean with a hint of mint—wrapped around me like a spell.

Breathe, Y/n. Calm. Down.

“Zade loved Adeline… but he crossed the line too many times,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady while staring into the swirling depths of his dark brown eyes. “He was skilled, driven… but I don’t like men who hurt women. Love doesn’t excuse abuse.”

A small, unreadable smirk curled his lips. “Then… what kind of men do you like?”

He leaned in—closer than before. The only thing keeping our bodies from touching was the book still clutched in my hands.

“I—I—uhm…” My words fell apart.

“Yes, you what?” he murmured near my ear, voice low and teasing, as if he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me.