"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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Sunlight slanted through high arched windows, glinting off runic silver inlaid around the sills. Jungkook sat cross‑legged on a low cushion, the leather correspondence journal open across his knees. Two new entries in Taehyung’s steady hand waited under his reply: a meticulous feeding log—and a single line that made his pulse skip.
> Stirring returned at 04:10. Felt like claws behind sternum, then a growl in my head—not mine, not demon.
Lixue twitched in approval.
Ami bustled in with a tray of barley tea and sliced honey‑pear. “Council of Bloodlines has recessed till sunset,” she reported. “Gives us six hours to breathe.”
“Or worry,” Jungkook muttered but accepted the tea. The baby rolled beneath his palm—restless whenever tension spiked. He sipped, letting the sweet grain calm the nausea.
Ami set a folded parchment beside the journal. “Taehyung had this delivered with the afternoon patrol schedule.”
Inside was a charcoal sketch: a stylised wolf pup wrapped in a crescent moon—new crest proposal for their child. Under it, four words: If you approve — T.
Heat pricked Jungkook’s eyes. “He keeps… trying.”
Ami’s smile softened. “Actions, not words, right?”
Jungkook traced the little wolf. “Keep it safe. We’ll answer tonight.”
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Steel rang against steel. Taehyung slammed his sword down, showering sparks. Hoseok whistled. “Third blade this week—you planning to arm the whole guard with shattered steel?”
Taehyung flexed aching fingers. “Better the anvil than my father.”
“Speaking of,” Hoseok said, wiping his brow, “King Hansol will address the full court at moon‑rise. Word is he’ll demand an inquest into the pup’s legitimacy.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “He can try.” He touched the fresh band of silver on his wrist—blood‑rights seal completed by the annulment. Jungkook’s name now shimmered faintly beneath the skin.
Hoseok lowered his voice. “Any luck sensing the omega yet?”
“Only echoes.” He hesitated. “And something else. Like claws under my heart.”
Hoseok sheathed his practice blade. “Maybe stop fighting it and listen?”
Taehyung managed a dry laugh. “I’ve spent my whole life shutting voices out.”
“Maybe that was the mistake.”
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Sooyun stood before an obsidian scrying mirror etched with violet sigils. Her father’s reflection hovered like smoke.
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