In the dance of power, love leads the way.
In a world where power and loyalty dictate survival, Kim Taehyung, a strong and nurturing omega, discovers a lost boy in the woods-Jeon Jungkook, an alpha whose pack has been destroyed by ruthless rogues. A...
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The morning sun filtered softly through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room's white curtains. Inside, the omega sat in front of his mirror, carefully applying a bit of makeup.
Taehyung never cared to look beautiful for others, especially the alphas who often eyed him. But as the future Luna of his pack, it was an expectation, a role he had to fulfill.
"How can this be happening?" Jimin, his best friend, asked from the doorway. His orange hair caught the light, and his plump lips curled into a frown. He sat beside Taehyung, his worry matching Taehyung's own heavy heart.
"I don't know," Taehyung replied quietly, his voice weighed down by the news. "The Jeon pack... they were attacked last night. Rogues, when the whole pack was asleep. No one expected it."
Jimin's expression darkened. "We should go check on them," he suggested, his voice low but firm.
Taehyung nodded, already grabbing his wallet as they both headed out of the room, making their way downstairs to where some of the pack members had gathered.
"Taehyung," Bogum, one of the senior alphas of the pack, greeted him first, his gaze lingering a little too long on Taehyung's face. Taehyung had grown used to it, but he didn't return the feeling. Bogum wasn't his mate, and in his heart, he knew he could never force a connection that wasn't there.
"Hello," Taehyung responded politely, standing behind the couch where his father, Namjoon, sat discussing the situation with the others.
"Taehyung," Namjoon's deep voice called, breaking him from his thoughts. "You and some of our men will go to the Jeon pack. See if there are any survivors and bring them here. We can offer them shelter."
Taehyung nodded, feeling a deep sadness settling in his chest. He had never visited the Jeon pack before, but he had heard of their strength. To imagine them destroyed overnight felt unreal.
His gut churned with a sense of foreboding, like the events of today would alter his life in ways he couldn't yet grasp.
He and Jimin climbed into the carriage waiting outside, followed by several guards on horseback. Jimin sighed as the carriage began to move. "Those poor people. I can't imagine what they must have gone through."
Taehyung remained silent, staring out the window at the passing landscape. They are traveling with horses because of ruined roads.
"Bogum has feelings for you, you know," Jimin teased, breaking the silence with a light tone.
Taehyung sighed, not in the mood for this. "Jimin, please."
Jimin smirked, knowing when to drop it. "I'm just saying, the way he looks at you..."
"Shut up," Taehyung said, though there was no real bite in his words. His mind was elsewhere, weighed down by the upcoming visit to the devastated Jeon pack.