TAEKOOK. Kim Taehyung is a male omega whose beauty is unmatched, but that does not stop his fated mate from rejecting him when they come of age to recognize each other. The reason is that Taehyung carries the mark of a barren tree, which signifies i...
The humid air in the secluded cabin was thick with the cloying scent of Kihyun’s uncontrolled pheromones, a potent, sickly sweet musk meant to disorient and subdue. Taehyung, however, felt only a primal revulsion. He scrabbled backward on the rough wooden floor, his torn clothes snagging, his body a desperate, trembling mess. "Please," he choked out, the word a ragged whisper. "Please, Alpha Kihyun, just reject me. I will accept your rejection. J-Just don't touch me, please." Each plea was punctuated by a shudder, his skin crawling under the weight of Kihyun's predatory gaze.
Kihyun, a hulking figure whose alpha scent assaulted Taehyung’s senses, blocked his frantic retreat. He sneered, his lips curling back from his teeth. "Don't try to escape!" he warned, his voice a low growl that vibrated with barely suppressed aggression. He released another wave of his pheromones, a suffocating cloud that made some omegas swoon. Taehyung, however, only felt a desperate urge to flee.
"I'm your mate," Kihyun continued, his voice laced with a cruel amusement. "I should at least enjoy your body before I reject you." He reached out, his large hand intending to grab Taehyung's arm.
The moment his skin made contact, Kihyun let out a piercing shriek, recoiling as if struck by lightning. He stared at his hand, his expression morphing from predatory confidence to shocked disbelief. A faint, shimmering heat emanated from where he had touched Taehyung, leaving a faint redness on his skin, like a mild burn. "Fuck!" he yelped, his voice cracking. "W-what are you? You're really a freak, aren't you? W-why are your hands burning hot?" His eyes, previously filled with lust and entitlement, now swam with disgust and a dawning, unnerving fear.
Taehyung didn't flinch. He watched Kihyun’s reaction with a strange detachment, the fear that had consumed him moments before receding, replaced by a cold, simmering power.
Kihyun, unnerved and angry, lashed out. "You're really useless! You can't have pups and you can't even pleasure your mate. I might as well reject you now." His eyes flashed a dangerous crimson for a fleeting second, the primal rage of his alpha surfacing. "I, Alpha Jeon Kihyun of the Obsidian Pack, reject you, Omega Kim Taehyung, as my mate." He spat the words out, expecting the usual, painful backlash.
Kihyun ended his pronouncement with a wicked smirk, anticipating Taehyung’s agony. He expected the omega to writhe, to crumble, to fall to his knees in a heap of broken spirit and pain. But that wasn't what happened.
Instead, a profound stillness settled over Taehyung. Slowly, deliberately, he straightened his body. The tattered remnants of his clothes seemed to fall away, replaced by a faint, shimmering aura. He stood, his height seeming to stretch, his frame no longer that of a cowering omega, but of something ancient and formidable. His usually gentle hazel eyes ignited, not with tears, but with a radiant, unearthly purple glow.
Kihyun stumbled back, his triumphant smirk vanishing, replaced by a trembling fear. His alpha, the apex predator of his pack, was cowering. An instinctual, bone-deep terror seized him. He felt his own muscles lock, his feet refusing to move, as if they were suddenly nailed to the splintered wooden floor. The powerful omega before him was no longer prey; he was the storm, the silent, terrifying judgment. The cabin, once filled with Kihyun’s dominance, now pulsed with Taehyung’s quiet, overwhelming power.
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