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Chapter 1

The room isn't small. Not small at all. But throw in some twenty strippers with lacy lingerie shoved in their buttcrack, the loud chatter with everyone wanting to put their point across, ten dollar perfume choking up his olfactory senses and suddenly Taehyung feels as if he has been compressed inside a matchbox.

Another way to explain his discomfort could be the echo of the lady's announcement fifteen minutes left, bubba! Do your best.

Now this isn't the first time Taehyung is going to show his ass in front of an audience of people with golden spoons in their twisted mouths but his superstitious side has been queasy lately.

He broke his favorite China dish last night and woke up on the wrong side of the bed. But keeping these details aside, there was another thing Taehyung was hyper aware of.

His fucking choker.

"Oh hey, Violet." Jimin quirks up an amused eyebrow, finger tugging at the purple elastic before letting go hard against Taehyung's neck.

See, he can't remember where he kept the new lacy one with a small V on the side and therefore has to make do with the older one, with Violet In block letters, which he in all actuality hates. It's as if he has been stripped off his true identity.

In moments like this, he has Jimin to remind him he is Taehyung, an omega, who isn't for someone else's pleasure but is the true owner of himself.

"You haven't touched the make-up yet. Wanna show the oldies your pretty bare face, Taehyungie?" grimacing in return, Taehyung slaps away the Alpha's hand and grabs his makeup kit.

"I'll let you know they aren't worth my beauty, chim." He says making out of the match box, blowing a kiss to his friend who goes back to adjusting the leather harness around his built torso.

Jimin is one of the few Alpha's working as strippers here. They call him broken, he says,

"Honey, you can take control with a dick up your ass."

But Taehyung knows. He too was born into this.

It is hard to find a room that is unlocked, but a few turns later he sees a half open door and slips right inside, directly making for the bathroom.

The tiles look better than the ones he is accustomed to, and he is reminded this occasion is a little different. They were told it's almost too formal to be having strippers prancing about yet when there's too many alphas under one roof, it's a precursor.

He unclasps the choker to breathe a little better and quickly slaps some foundation on. Then fishes out an eyeliner stick. One may think it's muscle memory, getting the line good n' straight, but no sweetie no, it's still a bitchass thing to deal with, if he gets it wrong.

Which he does. The same moment an overpowering scent hits him.

The stick falls with a clatter as Taehyung gasps for air. The sight in the mirror has all strength leaving his body.

His eyes are glowing a bright blue inside his sockets.

He clenches his teeth, willing himself to calm down. Realising his harsh grip on the basin, he slowly let's go and stands on his wobbling legs.

The scent gets stronger and he acts fast. Packing everything up in a hurry and as quietly as he can he shoots out of the bathroom.

But he's too late to get out of the main room as he hears the commotion outside. He darts behind a sofa, nearest to the door, but big enough to keep him out of sight and prays to God that his scent blocker won't give up on him.

The commotion turns into sounds of struggle and pleas of mercy. The door opens with a bang startling Taehyung who gasps and slaps a hand over his mouth.

But the sound is drowned when a man is thrown inside the room with a loud impact.

Taehyung peeks over, wondering if that is him.

The man seems to be struggling to get on his feet but the evident fear in his bones keeps him down. His eyes are wide and fixed on someone outside the room.

Taehyung recognizes him as the fat man who had visited their base the day before for inspection purposes, apparently the same man who was supposed to host today's event.

Alas.

Just then another man in a dark suit stalks in the room and time slows for taehyung.

It is as stupid as it sounds but Taehyung feels his heart shrinking to pea size and then suddenly burst into stardust.

Mate.

There's a throbbing presence of half a bond connecting him to the other. He feels a rush of emotions. None his. Anger, frustration, sorrow, helplessness.

The realization anchors his straying thoughts and snaps Taehyung back to his reality. Reminded of his promise to himself.

He clenches his fists, rejuvenated by the other's surge of fury and has to make an effort to not jump out in the open. Yet Taehyung isn't the only one affected by his mate's presence or the glowing golden eyes, eyes of an alpha.

"Please. P-please let me go. I will send them back. I-i just need one more day." the man on the floor cowers, his hands folded in front of him in an act of pleading.

The other, if he even listened, doesn't respond and bends to haul the man up by his collar, the thick muscles under his coat contracting with the effort. His hair that were previously sweeped back fall in his eyes, highlighting his cheekbones and the sharpness of his jaw.

Taehyung is overcome with a strange sense of disgust towards himself for finding beauty in that man. Of course he has to get a mate like that. Someone who kills because they can.

He watches on as the man on the floor is dragged to the middle of the room, leaving a trail of thick blood on the floor and pathetic whimpers shouted out in the air.

The escape is clear now. Right in front of him. Taehyung hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting to the other two figures in the room. There's half a chance of being caught in the act and half a chance of meeting his death right then. Still he goes for it as stealthily as he can and makes the mistake of looking back.

The claws extend and he watches his mate rip right through the other's intestines, quietening all sounds. Thick blood gushes out, tainting the floor and the white rug near the foot of the bed.

In a second, Taehyung is out of the room, the sickening thump of a body falling to the ground follows him. His breath is choked in his throat and tears freely fall from his eyes. There's a ringing in his ears and a tug at his heart from leaving the bond behind.

Above everything else. There's a thought, crystal clear in his mind.

His mate is a murderer. It won't be wrong if he killed a murderer.