TAEKOOK. Kim Taehyung is a male omega whose beauty is unmatched, but that does not stop his fated mate from rejecting him when they come of age to recognize each other. The reason is that Taehyung carries the mark of a barren tree, which signifies i...
The lingering scent of ozone and untamed rage, a phantom reminder of Taehyung's volatile confrontation with Miyeon, still clawed at the back of his throat. He had caged her, not with iron bars but with invisible walls of Luna's celestial magic designed to contain her venomous influence. He had believed it was impenetrable, a safeguard against the chaos she thrived on. How wrong he had been.
Miyeon, the twisted witch with eyes like shattered ice, had whispered forbidden truths to Hira. Not just prophecies, but the location of a forgotten terror: the blood of Lycaon.
A guttural growl tore from Taehyung's chest, unheard by anyone but the wind whipping past him. Hira, consumed by her monstrous ambition to see her son, Kihyun, crowned head alpha, had not hesitated. She had intruded on forbidden ground within the territory of the Evergreen Pack, digging up the vial that contained the accursed essence of the First Werewolf, Lycaon's blood -a substance of raw, untamed power, but also of madness, a curse on any who dared to wield it.
Kihyun. Taehyung's stomach clenched at the thought of Kihyun, already a formidable alpha, now possessing power beyond imagination. A monster cloaked in the skin of a wolf, an abomination fueled by ancient malice. Taehyung had seen the shift in Kihyun's aura even from a distance, a corrupting darkness radiating from him that made the very air crackle.
He quickened his pace, his legs burning and pumping like pistons as he tore through the dense forest. Every rustle of leaves, every snapped twig beneath his boots, sounded like a distant countdown. He needed to warn his mate. Jungkook.
A frigid dread clawed at Taehyung's throat. Jungkook was strong, yes, but his wolf still slept, a silent potential waiting to awaken. He was still himself, still pure, still human in a way that Kihyun no longer was. And the match was coming. The head alpha competition, an arena of tradition and raw power, where challengers met under the watchful eyes of the pack elders. It was meant to be a test of strength, of leadership, of spirit. Not a slaughter.
Kihyun would face Jungkook. A Kihyun imbued with the cursed blood of Lycaon flowing through his veins, making him faster, stronger, utterly devoid of the primal honor that typically governed such duels. This wasn't just a fight; it was an execution waiting to happen.
Taehyung pushed harder, ignoring the screaming protest of his muscles. The images flashed in his mind: Kihyun, eyes burning with an unnatural light, fangs elongated beyond their natural form, tearing into Jungkook. Jungkook, unprepared, still human beneath his skin, his wolf dormant, unable to answer the desperate call for survival.
No, he wouldn't allow it. Jungkook was his mate, his anchor, his future, the very pulse of his existence. Taehyung would tear down the world if it meant keeping Jungkook safe. He had to get to him, explain the horror Hira had unleashed, the monster Kihyun had become. He had to find a way to stop the match, or, failing that, to awaken Jungkook's dormant wolf.
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The pack lands opened up ahead, and Taehyung could feel the vibrations of impending activity. The thrill of the upcoming competition was already beginning to hum through the air.
