His Baby Daddy [ Taekook ]

Chapter 37

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The moon hung low and swollen over the Crystal Citadel, its light filtering through the high, arched windows of the King’s solar in pale, icy ribs. It was a beautiful night, but for Jungkook, the beauty was lost in a fog of sharp, radiating pain.

He was curled on his side in the massive bed, his breath hitching in shallow, ragged bursts. It wasn't labor—Jin had been clear that the pup wasn't due for months—but the Resonance was back with a vengeance.

Now that the King’s suppression wards were gone, the baby’s magic was expanding, stretching against Jungkook’s internal barriers as it sought to anchor itself to the Citadel’s ancient leylines. To the pup, it was a growth spurt; to Jungkook, it felt like his hips were being pried apart by silver levers.

"Lixue... please," Jungkook whimpered into the darkness.

His wolf was there, pacing restlessly in the back of his mind, whining in sympathy, but there was little the wolf could do against a magical surge.

The heavy oak doors creaked open. Taehyung didn't need to be called; the bond had been vibrating like a snapped wire since midnight. He entered the room without a light, his hybrid eyes glowing a soft, concerned amber in the gloom. He was still wearing his trousers from the council meeting, but his chest was bare, his skin radiating a natural, feverish heat.

"Kook?" Taehyung’s voice was a low rumble, instantly cutting through the static in Jungkook’s head.

"Tae... it hurts," Jungkook gasped, clutching a handful of the silk sheets.

"The baby... she won't stop pulling."
Taehyung was at the bedside in three long strides. He didn't hesitate this time. He climbed onto the mattress, his large frame providing a solid, warm wall behind Jungkook’s back. He didn't pull him into a tight embrace; he knew Jungkook was too sensitive for that. Instead, he lay on his side and pressed his chest against Jungkook’s spine, his hand reaching around to cover the hard, tight curve of Jungkook’s belly.

"I’ve got you," Taehyung whispered, his lips brushing the shell of Jungkook’s ear. "Breathe with me. Just look at the moonlight on the wall and follow my breath."

Taehyung began to hum—a deep, guttural vibration that started in his throat and echoed into Jungkook’s body. It was an Alpha’s lullaby, a sound used by the Snow Moon to soothe pups during their first shift.

As Taehyung’s heat seeped into him, Jungkook felt the sharp edges of the pain begin to dull. But the relief was only partial. The pup was still restless, her magic sparking against Taehyung’s aura like flint against steel.

A soft glow appeared at the doorway—not the harsh light of a torch, but the cool, blue luminescence of moon-fire. Queen Mishil stepped into the room, her movements as silent as falling snow. She was dressed in a simple nightgown of white silk, her long hair flowing down her back like a river of silver. In her hands, she carried a small, steaming porcelain bowl.