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...
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The screams of the Obsidian arena still echoed in Kihyun’s ears, mingling with the chilling snap of bone and the gurgle of blood. He ran, a desperate blur of fur and muscle, tearing through the ancient trees that marked the edge of his collapsing world. The scent of fear and fresh death clung to him, not just from the arena floor, but from the searing image burned into his mind: his mother, Hira, her eyes wide with a love that had become her undoing, shielding Junseo, and taking the full force of Kihyun’s claws meant for the elder alpha. His mother looked at him, not with accusation, but with a profound, shattering sorrow that would haunt him forever.
He was the killer of his mother. It was an accident, yes, a horrific and gut-wrenching accident, but the deed was done. And now, the truly terrifying part: Jungkook. His half-brother.
Kihyun pushed harder, his injured limbs screaming in protest, but the fear of Jungkook was a relentless whip. Jungkook, the one who had just reclaimed his wolf, the one cursed by the witch Miyeon. A true-blood alpha, yes, but not just any true-blood. Never in the sprawling, blood-soaked history of werewolves had there been such a creature: an alpha with a pair of feathered wings. The image of those magnificent, terrifying wings unfurling behind Jungkook's wolf as it rose from the arena dust was seared into Kihyun's mind, a symbol of impossible power. Jungkook would come for him. He knew it.
"Heal your wounds, whelp. Regain your strength."
The voice in his head was a gravelly whisper, ancient and menacing, yet strangely alluring in its promise of power. It was Lycaon. Kihyun squeezed his eyes shut, trying to mentally push it away. When Hira had given him that dark, viscous liquid before the arena fight, promising him the strength to finally defeat Jungkook and claim the head alpha position, she had warned him about this. She had mentioned that consuming Lycaon’s cursed blood would silence his own inner alpha, replacing it with the insidious presence of a condemned king. But his greed for power made him ignore his mother's warnings and drink Lycaon's cursed blood.
"Feast, Kihyun. Feast upon your kin. Only then will you rise."
"Never!" Kihyun, now in his human form, snarled, the sound a low growl torn from his throat. "I am no cannibal wolf!" The very thought curdled his stomach, even as his body screamed for sustenance. Wounds from the arena pulsed, ragged gashes and deep bruises that made every stride agony. His strength was ebbing, and with it, his resolve.
"Foolish pup. You are the curse now. Your hunger is my hunger. Your craving, my own."
⚠️ Mention and act of Cannibalism~
The truth of Lycaon’s words hit him like a sickening wave. An insatiable craving for blood, for raw, warm flesh, clawed at his insides. It wasn't just hunger; it was a primal, horrifying urge that drowned out all reason. The cursed blood of Lycaon now flowed through him, turning him into something monstrous. His teeth ached, his gums throbbed, and his tongue felt swollen with the need for something more than just game.
Deeper into the forest he plunged, the familiar scent of pine and damp earth slowly giving way to something wilder, untamed. Then, he caught it – the faint, musky scent of other wolves. Five of them. Rogues. They were too strong, too numerous for his current weakened state, he knew, but the Lycaon inside him surged with a dreadful confidence.
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