Infinite Tsukuyomi (無限月読) //Taekook

Chapter: 44

As the clock struck twelve,

Jungkook rose from his throne, a subtle unease curling in his chest. Something stirred inside ,

A whisper of fate and then it came… the scent. Sweet and alluring, it lingered in the air like a soft breeze carrying destiny itself

Drawn to it as if enchanted, Jungkook moved through the murmuring crowd, his steps Steady, yet driven by instinct.

And then he saw her...

Standing in the midst of the gathering was a girl unlike any other. She wasn’t just beautiful she was ethereal.

Her hair, a light, warm brown, shimmered like honey under moonlight.

Her eyes, shaped like those of a queen, held a depth that could silence storms mysterious, wise, and gentle all at once.

Her skin was fair, glowing with a soft radiance, and her lips, plush and perfectly shaped, carried a color so delicate it seemed touched by rose petals.

Her presence made everything else blur. Jungkook's  breath caught in wonder...

Without thought or hesitation, his feet moved toward her,

As if his soul recognized something his mind was only beginning to understand. Reaching out, he gently placed one hand behind her neck,

the other resting on her forehead. Their foreheads touched an ancient sign of trust, closeness, and something far deeper.

The Young Lord stoic, powerful, untouchable stood still before her, humbled by her presence.

He greeted her not with words, but with silent reverence. She was elegance wrapped in human form.

The curve of her figure, the grace in her stance it was all too much, too precise, too perfect. It was as if the heavens had crafted her solely for him.

"Beautiful," his Wolf said,

The Young Lord stood still, his dark eyes locked on the girl before him.

There was no smile on his face, no expression to read only an intensity that felt like he was staring straight into her soul.

Yet she, soft and composed, simply smiled up at him, unshaken. Her presence lit the air around her with warmth, while he stood like a quiet flame barely containing a storm beneath.

Then came the voices from behind.

“Jungkook,” a proud voice boomed his father, the Head Alpha .

“I am beyond Happy that your destined mate is the daughter of one of my oldest and closest allies.”

From the side stepped the girl's father, a nobleman cloaked in grace and quiet wealth.

He came from the Kingdom of Aeranthia a realm known for its thriving lands, ancient knowledge, and unmatched prosperity.

A kingdom of gold-touched wheat fields, sapphire rivers, and loyalty that ran generations deep.

“I’ve heard many things about you, Jungkook,” the man said, walking forward, eyes sharp yet kind.

“The stories of your strength, your lineage… A true-blooded alpha of unmatched excellence.”

He paused, now standing in front of Jungkook.

“But that’s not what impressed me most.”

The crowd hushed.

“What moved me… was the way you look..