𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 ☘ (𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸)

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 2: 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲

The missing poster of Mr. Kim Dongwoo hung heavy in the air. With trembling fingers, Jungkook dialed the number listed. A voice, strong and controlled, answered. "Kim Namjoon speaking."

"Mr. Kim," Jungkook started, his voice barely a whisper, "This is Jeon Jungkook. I saw the missing person poster. Is there anything I can do?"

A flicker of surprise crossed the line. "Jeon Jungkook? My father mentioned meeting your family in Miryang. He said you lived nearby."

A spark of hope ignited within Jungkook. "Yes, he did. We were wondering if you might be interested in coming here to discuss this further."

"Absolutely," Namjoon replied without hesitation. "The sooner the better."

The following day, the bakery buzzed with an unusual energy. Kim Namjoon, a formidable alpha with an aura of quiet power, arrived with his omega mate, Kim Seokjin. The scent of Seokjin's calming lavender pheromones wafted through the room, a soothing balm on their raw nerves. Introductions were made, coffee poured, and warm waffles served. But a heavy weight of worry hung over the gathering.

"My father disappeared the same day he visited you," Namjoon revealed, his voice grim. "And based on what happened to my mother..." He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

Young-ju offered a sympathetic smile. "Mates are fated," she said gently, her eyes filled with understanding. Mates shared a profound bond; the death of one often led to the other's swift demise.

Seokjin, his face etched with grief, confirmed her words. "The same happened to my family a year ago. My father went missing, and my mother..." His voice choked, the pain raw.

A new voice cut through the somber mood. "This is all because of that bastard, Shin!"

Everyone turned towards the speaker, a young man with fiery brown hair. "Who are you?" Woobin demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

"Park Jimin," the young man responded, a bitter edge to his voice. "Beta son of the power-hungry alpha, Shin, thrown out at a young age with my mother, Park Soomin."

Shock and anger rippled through the room. Shin's name was synonymous with betrayal and cruelty. Here, in their midst, stood a living reminder of the wrongs they all endured.

"Shin is responsible for the deaths of your mates," Jimin stated, his gaze sweeping across the room. "He orchestrated the Cheonsang pack's downfall and claimed our territory. And now, it seems, he extends his reach beyond our borders."

The revelation hung heavy in the air. The missing pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place. Shin, the ruthless alpha, was responsible for the devastation that followed them all.

The air crackled with tension in the Jeon family bakery. Jungkook stared at Jimin, his mind reeling. The truth, once shrouded in whispers and half-truths, now stood stark and undeniable. The fear that had gnawed at him since childhood suddenly had a face - the cruel visage of Alpha Shin.

Woobin slammed his fist on the table, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Shin will pay for this!" he roared, his alpha aura flaring momentarily. Young-ju placed a calming hand on his arm, her eyes reflecting a storm of emotions - grief, anger, and a fierce protectiveness of her family.

Seokjin, his omega instincts sensing the rising tension, let out a whimper, his hand instinctively seeking Namjoon's. Namjoon responded by wrapping his arm around Seokjin, his voice firm but laced with concern, "We need a plan. Shin won't hesitate to eliminate anyone who threatens his power."

Jimin, his anger simmering beneath the surface, nodded curtly. "He's right. My mother and I have been living in fear for years. It's time we fight back."

A tense silence followed. The burden of responsibility settled heavily on Jungkook's shoulders. He looked at his parents, their faces etched with worry and a flicker of defiance. He glanced at Namjoon, a fellow alpha whose strength mirrored his own grief. Finally, Jungkook met Jimin's unwavering gaze - a fire of rebellion burning within.

"We fight," Jungkook declared, his voice resonating with newfound resolve. His aura, previously subdued, surged slightly, a hint of the hidden power within him pulsing out. A collective gasp filled the room. All eyes were on Jungkook, surprised by the unexpected shift in his presence.

Young-ju broke the silence, a spark of hope igniting in her eyes. "Jungkook," she said, her voice soft yet firm, "we can't rush into this. We need a strategy, a way to approach this without getting ourselves killed."

Jungkook nodded, his mind racing. He had always known there was more to him than being just an alpha. Perhaps, this hidden power was the key to their fight. "We need information," he stated, "about Shin's forces, the defenses around Cheonsang, anything that can give us an advantage."

Namjoon, ever the strategist, agreed. "I have connections in Seoul. I can try to gather intel from the underworld there."

Jimin perked up. "I know the backroads around Cheonsang like the back of my hand. Maybe I can help with infiltration."

A sense of unity began to form in the bakery. The once disparate individuals - bound by loss and a thirst for justice - were now a tentative alliance. The road ahead was fraught with danger, but the fear that had crippled them for years was replaced by a flicker of hope. They were no longer just victims; they were a resistance, ready to fight for their families, their pack, and their freedom.

As the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the village, the unlikely group huddled in the bakery, strategizing their first move against the tyrannical Alpha Shin. They knew the odds were stacked against them, but for the first time in years, they were not alone.

Author-talesof_winterbunny aka Deya see you in the next chapter