Got my claws in you

Chapter 82- old stories, new readers

JIMIN POV:

It bubbles up. Spills over.

Ugly.

Vicious.

Angry.

Distorted and mangled with fear that poisons my bloodstream, makes it boil as I stare at the photos, something heavy plummeting to the very depths of my stomach, ground falling away from under my feet. Every single thing that we'd worked towards, that I'd worked towards for months wrenched away, my orbit, that feeling of getting closer and closer all torn away, disintegrating in front of my eyes.

The glossy cache of photos are everything I've tried to prevent, are everything that months of effort and caution have undone.

And it makes my vision whiten. Then turn red.

Seeing nothing but how much every effort has been ruined. Undone.

"...have you lost your fucking mind?"

Confused and furious, mind screaming with rage, with each instinct, each need overlapping until it's a growing mass of blurred thoughts that are consumed with a sole target.

It's all his fault.

Taehyung.

Fury bleeding through the growing cracks, restraint splintering and shattering under my fangs, words heavy with growls and sharp accusations and truth thrown at him.

My mind screams for it, to retaliate, every cell overtaken by biology, by that need to fight whatever's added to the threat against (Y/N). And right now... right now it's Taehyung.

It doesn't matter that I hadn't found out then, it doesn't matter that they'd gotten away with it without any of the pack finding out... it matters because they were photographed, they were seen. And someone out there, a specific sole someone is waiting for the chance to get to (Y/N), to reach her. Someone out there has been trying to court and claim her in a way that sends prickles of fury stabbing into my skin and nausea to churn in my stomach. Someone out there believes she is theirs. And Taehyung... Taehyung took her outside.

Without police protection.

Without a security detail.

Without even asking.

The anger that spills itself out with a vengeance is corrosive and sharp, it's hands shoving at him, snarling as my fangs pool over my lips and growls distort my words.

Venom that poisons every thought, every rational thought, every scrap of logic. Burns through it until it's consumed by the need to protect at any cost even if it means hurt at any cost.

Vision clouded with red as my fingers curl sharp against skin, feel the press of claws trying to tear themselves through my nails, trying to gouge and grip at the tiger that's added to the threat because he thought he was predator enough to protect (Y/N).

The sight of fangs snapping back, of a body wrestling itself back with a snarled growl of my name distorted and just as vicious is fuel to the fire, makes my skin itch as I lunge forward, fangs snapping at skin, bodies crowding for space, for dominance, the air around us buzzing with pheromones that only grow thicker, pouring off in stronger waves to intimidate, to fight back, to dominate. To win.

Hackles rising and snarls growing because he doesn't know what he did was wrong.

More so... he refuses to accept what he did was wrong. Eyes dark and sharp with defiance and aggression, contempt and fury pouring off me, skin feeling like a furnace, each cell a livewire that crackles with painful jolts of anger at the other scents trying to combat mine, trying to calm the roaring in my head, the growling that builds and builds and builds...