BROKEN BONDS DESTINED HEARTS

Chapter 13: Farewell and Jealous Whispers

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The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft amber glow over the royal palace. The sounds of the celebration from the night before had faded, leaving behind an air of quiet satisfaction. The victory over their enemies had brought much-needed peace to the Starrful Pack, but now, the time had come for the visiting royals to return to their own lands.

Jungkook stood at the grand entrance, the gentle breeze tugging at the hem of his elegant gown as he bid farewell to the royal couple, Alpha Namjoon and Luna Seokjin of the Night Walker Pack. He was dressed impeccably again, though his veil now covered his face, concealing the beauty that had captured many eyes the night before.

“We are grateful for your presence and guidance during this difficult time,” Jungkook said, his voice soft but full of sincerity. He bowed slightly, a sign of deep respect.

Alpha Namjoon, standing tall and commanding, nodded. “The pleasure was ours, Prince Jungkook. Your strength and leadership during the war have been commendable.”

Seokjin, the Luna, smiled warmly, his eyes lingering on Jungkook. “You have a bright future ahead of you, young prince. And I must say,” Seokjin added with a playful glint in his eye, “you carry yourself with such grace. It’s no wonder the entire pack holds you in such high regard.”

Jungkook felt a blush warm his cheeks beneath the veil. “You are too kind, Luna Seokjin.”

Seokjin chuckled softly and glanced at Namjoon, who gave a small nod of approval. “We hope to see you again, perhaps under less dire circumstances next time,” Namjoon said with a faint smile.

Jungkook returned the smile, though it remained hidden behind the veil. “I would like that.”

As the royal couple turned to leave, their grand carriage waiting at the palace gates, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a twinge of admiration for them. They had been a pillar of strength during the war, and their presence had brought a sense of unity and hope. But as the dust of the war settled, new challenges would undoubtedly arise.

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Inside the palace, Jimin watched the farewell from a distance, his sharp eyes always lingering on Jungkook. The events of the night before were still fresh in his mind—Jungkook’s unguarded beauty when he saw him without the veil, the warmth of their brief dance. It had been a night of unexpected moments, and Jimin had found himself more captivated by Jungkook than ever.

As he watched, he noticed someone else’s gaze lingering on Jungkook—Hana. Standing a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, Hana’s expression was tight, her lips pressed into a thin line. Jealousy flickered in her eyes, though she tried to conceal it beneath a mask of politeness.

Hana had always been envious of Jungkook, but after seeing the way the royal couple had praised him, the admiration he commanded from the pack, and his effortless grace, that jealousy had intensified. She couldn’t help but feel overshadowed by Jungkook, no matter how hard she tried to outshine him.

“Isn’t he always the perfect one?” Hana muttered under her breath, though no one seemed to hear her.

Jimin, however, caught the faint bitterness in her voice and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. His protective instincts flared, but he remained silent. He knew Hana’s feelings well enough, but there was no need to fan the flames of her jealousy. Jungkook had never asked for the admiration he received, nor did he revel in it. It was simply who he was.