Untamed (Namkook)

1. The Perfect Match Exists!!

Welcome to this book🩵🩵
Keep in mind that everything I write is completely fictional!!

Everyone...hell's going to break loose (just exaggerating 😬😬... or am I?)

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Slight 🔞 and mentions of death

Rain trickled down the tall glass windows of the old mansion,amplifying its already imposing aura. It was an unusual sight for this time of year .The house was nestled safely in the edge of the forest , beneath the eerie dark sky..and loud claps of thunder echoed through the air, followed by bright flashes of lightning that lit up the surrounding area . These sounds drowned out most of the nature's usual sounds...muffling the chirping of birds and the calls of crickets .. lost beneath the storm's intensity.

The omega collapsed onto the mattress, face down and panting hard. His legs still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm that hit him moments before.

"Fuck, that was good!" he groaned, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath him. "You have really improved your stamina. Have you been working out or is it those boxing lessons?" He shifted slightly with a teasing edge to his voice. "But you should have knotted me... that would've made it perfect!"

He pressed his face pressed further into the feather pillow whose black satin covers were already damp with his sweat and drool.

Behind him, the alpha sighed heavily while pulling out of him before discarding the condom filled with his release and tossing it into the trash.
"Don't forget to take care of that!" he muttered.

The omega who was still basking in the afterglow of the pleasure remained blissfully unbothered by his request

"Jungkook, I'm talking to you!" He reminded again , a bit more sternly this time.

Jungkook finally turned onto his back, lifting himself up on his elbows.

"Yes, Yoongi hyung, I'm listening!" He batted his eyelashes prettily, trying to coax the annoyance out of the alpha. He knew Yoongi was different—softer, more nurturing, even smaller in build compared to regular alphas. Even his scent of blood oranges were unusual for an alpha. Yoongi was gentle, unlike Jungkook's father or brothers, whose overwhelming alpha scents reeked of dominance and authority. They were intimidating, while Yoongi was kind, yielding, and gentle—traits Jungkook loved about him.

Yoongi slowly cleaned himself up in the attached bathroom, then returned to the room with a damp washcloth. He sat beside Jungkook on the bed, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Now, tell me...why did you call me so suddenly? Your heat's not happening anytime soon!!"

"Why?" Jungkook rolled his eyes, still lounging on the mattress. "Can't I just crave sex? Heat's not the only reason, Yoongi. I was just horny."

Yoongi sighed, starting to wipe Jungkook clean.
"Yeah!! I understood that...you were all over me the moment I walked in..Didn't even give time to let my thoughts catch up. But , You do realize if your brothers find out, they'll kill me. Right? Not you—just me!!! Because they fucking need you, but I'm ...disposable!!"

"Pfft!!" Jungkook scoffed, pushing back his long black hair away from his forehead with a lazy smile. "Always so dramatic, hyung."

"Seriously, Kook!!" Yoongi warned "You know they are looking for an alpha for you. You are getting a mate soon...And knowing your parents and brothers, they'll end up choosing some traditional, arrogant alpha. Then what? When they find out you are not their 'pure' omega...what then?" He paused, his eyes softening. "I'm scared for you."