My Possessive Bully (Taekook)

Chapter 34

3rd person pov

~the night before~

In the depths of the obsidian fortress, where firelight barely touched the carved stone and the scent of blood lingered like perfume, Alpha Kael sat upon his throne of bone and steel. His eyes, burning gold, flickered over the parchment unfurled before him—an intricate map of territory and power. But his mind was elsewhere.
It was not conquest that stirred in his chest tonight. It was something far more dangerous.
Obsession.
The omega.
He had seen him once—only once. A glimpse through the trees, during a skirmish by the riverlands. Silver hair catching the dusk like moonlight on water. Eyes too bright to be mortal. He had moved like a breath of wind, fleeting, unclaimed. Untouched.
Kael’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl.
He should have forgotten him. A true alpha would have. But Kael was not ruled by discipline. He was ruled by hunger. And the omega was no ordinary prize. Power hummed beneath his skin. Ancient, raw, and wild.

But that wasn’t why Kael wanted him.
He wanted him because he was beautiful.
Unbearably, ruinously beautiful.
And Kael, the blood-crowned alpha of the Blackfang Dominion, could not allow something so rare to exist outside his grasp. Not in this world. Not in any.He rose from the throne, the room shifting under the weight of his presence. Around him, his lieutenants waited—wolves cloaked in armor, eyes gleaming with feral loyalty.
“I want him taken,” Kael said, voice like winter steel. “Alive. Unharmed. Tonight.”
One of the soldiers shifted. “Shall we ride with your banner, my Alpha?”
“No.” His voice cut through the chamber like a blade. “Not yet. They must not know I’m the one who wants him.”
A pause. Then Kael descended the steps, shadows clinging to his boots like silk.

“You will go in silence. No crests. No names. Bring him to the northern chamber. I’ll deal with the rest.”
The wolves bowed and vanished into the night.
Kael stood alone now, his breath shallow, his fingers flexing as if they already felt the omega’s skin beneath them.
This was no longer just about power. This was about possession. About keeping something exquisite hidden, locked away where only he could see it—touch it.
He didn’t care if the omega screamed. He didn’t care if he fought.
He would belong to Kael.
And no one would ever look upon him again.

~back to present~

For some inexplicable reason, Jimin had woken up unusually early that morning. Still, he had no intention of leaving the warm embrace of his bed. Instead, he reached for a book and let himself sink into its pages, deciding to pass the time until breakfast arrived.
So absorbed was he in the story that he didn’t hear the soft creak of his bedroom door opening—nor did he sense the quiet presence of someone entering the room. He only realized he was no longer alone when a voice suddenly asked,
“What are you reading?”Startled, Jimin jerked upright.“Oh my God!”he exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.
“Don’t do that again! You scared me.”
He turned back to his book, determined to ignore the infuriatingly attractive man standing in the doorway—Yoongi, dressed in loose grey athletic shorts and a black sleeveless shirt that clung just enough to his toned figure to make looking away a challenge.

Yoongi smirked at Jimin’s reaction and, without asking, made his way to the bed. He sat beside him, then pulled the smaller man into his arms with practiced ease, his hands finding their place around Jimin’s slender waist.
“It’s not very polite to treat your future husband like this,” he murmured coolly.
Jimin faltered, his breath catching in his throat.
“Yoongi, what are you saying? Let go of me”he protested, wriggling in his hold, trying to pry those arms away.
“Don’t say such nonsense—‘husband’ ” he muttered, still resisting.But then Yoongi growled—softly, warningly.
“Jimin”
That single word, heavy with Alpha command, made Jimin freeze. For a moment, silence. Then, with a sigh of surrender, he let his resistance fall away, laying his head gently against Yoongi’s chest. His body relaxed, eyes fluttering closed as he gave himself over to the quiet moment.
Yoongi rarely sought physical closeness—he hated it, even—and so when he did, it felt like a small miracle. One Jimin wasn’t willing to miss.