Alphas Twins ➸ TaekookV

- Second -

As he approached his home, the one he unfortunately shared with his father and sister, he saw a group of young alphas practising on the neighbouring field. They were laughing loudly, their movements confident and powerful. One of them noticed him and pointed a finger in his direction, triggering the laughter of his friends. The looks of mockery and contempt were so familiar to him that they shouldn't have touched him. But tonight, they seemed to wound him even more deeply.

One of the young alphas stepped forward, a smirk on his face.

"Hey, omega, are you planning to join the training? Or are you afraid you'll break a nail?"

The others burst out laughing, and Jungkook clenched his fists not to give in to the provocation. If he answered, they would only wait for a wrong move on his part to provoke him further. But he felt every word like a needle being thrust into his already fragile pride.

"Leave me alone..." he murmured finally, his tone weary.

"Oh, the omega is rebelling!" said another with a falsely frightened air. "Be careful, buffoon, or you might trigger something you can't control."

Jungkook knew he should walk away, ignore these cruel words. But something inside him refused to give in. The frustration, the pain of never being respected, the constant humiliation... It was all exploding inside him, and he could feel his heart pounding with anger.

"Why should I listen to you?" he replied, his tone defiant despite the tension in his throat. "One day, you'll see that I'm worth a lot more than you think."

The young alphas stopped for a moment, surprised by his audacity, before bursting into laughter. One of them stepped forward threateningly, his eyes dark.

"You're an omega, Jungkook. Nothing but a weakling who thinks he's a warrior. You'll never make the grade."

Jungkook held his gaze, though his breathing quickened. But just as the alpha raised his hand to push him away, an authoritative voice sounded behind them. Everyone turned, and Jungkook's blood ran cold in his veins.

His father.

"Leave him alone. Jungkook, go inside."

The leader of the pack stared at him with his hard, uncompromising gaze, and Jungkook felt all his anger fall away, replaced by a familiar bitterness. He bowed his head and turned away, his heart heavy, as the young alphas returned to their training, sniggering amongst themselves.

***

When he reached his room, Jungkook slumped onto his bed, his gaze lost in emptiness. His place in this world seemed more uncertain than ever. His sister, the other alphas, his own father... they all seemed to agree that he had absolutely no value. All they knew about him was that he was weak, and that being a man didn't even make him a 'good' omega.

Jungkook lay on his bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling of his room. His mind was in a turmoil of dark thoughts and unanswered questions. The words of the young alphas still echoed inside him, like invisible claw marks lacerating his already fragile pride. He had always fought to make a place for himself, but there seemed to be no end to the struggle and each victory, however slight, was almost immediately erased under the weight of his omega rank.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm the anger pulsing through his veins. But he couldn't suppress the nagging pain, the gnawing sense of injustice. Why had he been born this way? Why, in this family where honour and power were sacred, had he been given this omega status, perceived as a stain? His father, a ruthless leader, had never tolerated weakness, and his sister... his sister almost seemed to feed off the shame he represented in her eyes.

Memories of the intense training he had endured came flooding back. He had often found himself in front of his father, sweating, his muscles aching, his palms scraped. Every time he failed, his father offered no words of encouragement or comfort. All he received was a stern look and even harsher instructions, as if he wanted to eradicate the shadow of a doubt inside him. Jungkook had always believed that this look, hard as it was, contained some form of respect for his efforts. But the events of the day, the constant disdain, made him doubt. Was it really respect, or had his father simply given up on the idea that Jungkook could one day be useful to him?

As daylight gradually faded, Jungkook heard a familiar sound: the pack bell, signalling the evening meal. His stomach churned. Sharing a meal with his father and sister was an ordeal, especially after the afternoon's confrontation. He knew they would treat him with the same icy indifference, continuing to talk about the pack as if his presence were an insignificant detail. But etiquette demanded that he be there, that he play the role of an obedient and silent son.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook stood up slowly, put on a clean shirt and prepared himself for the inevitable coldness of the evening. Deep down, he expected nothing more than the silent contempt of his family. But a strange apprehension persisted, a dull foreboding, as if the evening held something even more insidious in store.

When he went downstairs, the dining room was menacingly silent. No one gave him the slightest glance, and they hadn't even waited for him to start eating. Well, he didn't even know if he'd have the strength to swallow anything anyway.

Dinner passed in a heavy silence. Only the sound of cutlery and a few murmured conversations between his father and sister disturbed the icy atmosphere of the room. Sitting at the end of the table, Jungkook tried to make himself invisible, concentrating on his plate to avoid the condescending looks they sometimes gave him.

His father, tall and imposing, dominated the room with his presence. Every word he spoke, every gesture, seemed calculated, imbued with a natural authority that Jungkook had always struggled to understand, let alone match. As for Yongmi, sitting next to their father, she listened attentively to the talk about defending the pack, alliances and territorial strategies, nodding confidently.

They hadn't even bothered to say a word to him since he sat down at the table, and he felt more than ever like an outsider, like a shadow in their world. Their exchanges continued, intense and precise, and Jungkook wondered if he was really there for them.

Suddenly, his father interrupted the conversation and slowly turned his gaze towards him. Jungkook felt a shiver run down his spine under that hard, piercing gaze, a gaze that weighed heavily on his frail body. His throat dry, he timidly raised his head, ready for another disparaging remark.

"Jungkook." his father finally said in a deep voice, without showing the slightest emotion. "Our pack is going to organise a big banquet, to which we've invited the Choi pack."

The announcement made every one of Jungkook's muscles tense up. The Choi pack? These wolves were renowned throughout the region, not only for their power, but also for their influence and their ability to forge strategic alliances that strengthened their hold on the surrounding lands. His father's words rang out, cold and distant, but full of meaning. Jungkook felt an unpleasant foreboding knot in his stomach, although he didn't dare ask any questions.

"We need to forge a powerful and lasting alliance with them. The pack's survival is at stake." said his father. "Everyone will have their part to play. Including you."

An icy silence fell over the room again, and Yongmi smiled in amusement. Jungkook looked away, his heart pounding. A role to play? His father didn't explain what this 'role' was, but the tone of his voice and the shadow of satisfaction in Yongmi's eyes did not bode well. She already seemed to be relishing the fate that awaited him, and the ball of stress that had formed in his stomach only grew.