"He left me bleeding? No, sweetheart-
I handed him the knife and told him to walk."
(Spoiler: he did.)
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"Oh my goddess, Taehyung! Do something-I'm about to lose it!"
"Relax, sweetheart. Is it that time of the month again?"
"Shut up, you overgrown...
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Mishil’s ward‐dome shimmered above the chandeliers—pearlescent, airtight, inescapable.
A thousand eyes bored into them—vampires, witches, nobles, council members—each one stunned silent by what had just been spoken.
> “I’m pregnant… with our pup.”
Jungkook didn’t flinch.
He held his head high, cloak draping behind him like a midnight shadow, the silver threads at the hem catching sunlight and dancing across the marble floor. He could feel the weight of every gaze, every judgment, every unspoken question.
He didn't care.
He wore heels—and power.
And he wore the truth like armor.
The moment Taehyung’s hand touched Jungkook’s belly, everything changed.
Not just the hush of the crowd. Not just the tightness in his chest or the tremble in Jungkook’s breath.
No — it was something inside him.
Something that… stirred.
A low, deep pull thrummed in his bones — ancient, unplaceable. For a heartbeat, he felt like his entire body wasn’t his. His fingers twitched against the soft curve of Jungkook’s abdomen, and a soundless vibration echoed beneath his skin.
It was as if something old had awoken.
A silent growl brushed the edges of his consciousness. Not his voice. Not his thought.
Not vampire. Not demon.
His breath hitched.
What… was that?
He took a small step back, heart racing — but the sensation didn’t leave. It lingered like the echo of a name he didn’t know, something reaching for something else. It wasn’t angry. It felt like… it was calling out.
Across from him, Jungkook stiffened slightly. His hand settled protectively over his belly.
Inside him, Lixue growled.
> Something stirs. Reaches. Feels like pack... but veiled. Hidden. Strange.
Jungkook's brows furrowed. His heartbeat skipped.
That wasn’t Taehyung’s power. It didn’t feel like vampire glamour or demonic fire.
No — this was something else.
He met Taehyung’s eyes and saw it — the flicker of confusion, the clench of his jaw. Like he’d heard something for the first time in his life. For the briefest second, his nails sharpened—then retracted, like something inside him had flinched awake.
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