True Alpha (Jikook)

Chapter 7

Me: Author nim, where the hell is Jimin? U sure this is jikook?
Author nim: Patience young one, you are at the right place.
Me: F*ck patience, I wan-
Author nim: Slams door on my face. 

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A/N - I know this is late to say this, but as a disclaimer, I don't own BTS, though I wish I did, neither do I own GOT7. This story is strictly for entertainment purpose (obviously) and... except the cover page (selfmade) of the book, all the pictures have been taken from other sources.

And to all those lovelies who took the time to read my work, I purple you. And if you like it, vote for it. Thank you! 

Now on with the story...

Mark's P.O.V 

I don't know what's going on anymore, all I can feel is extreme agony and utter fear. I am ashamed to say I cannot even scrounge a chance to stand upright, there is no opening he is leaving for me. 

I feel his claws tear out my abdomen muscles, the ripping sound echoing in my mind. My eyes are too swollen to stay open, and my mouth is full of blood and bile. I am barely conscious, I think the fear and worry for my brothers keep me awake. 

His aura is so thick, I feel like drowning. My senses are going haywire and I can't even smell my brothers though my haze. The enemy's scent is too thick, cloaking the other's.  

Jungkook's P.O.V. 

My mind is in a frenzy, I don't want to do this, but once I start it gets very difficult for me to stop.  

I don't know why it keeps happening, this sudden rush to kill as if I am high. It goes back a long way, when I had just turned 13, I believe my thirst for such brutality gave me a release, a way out of my loneliness.  

I always feel like I am missing something and it gets worse during my heat episodes each month. The feeling of emptiness is so agonizing, that I can't control my emotions, I just snap. 

Right now I am not on my heat, but when the suit guy, Bumbum or whatever tried to make me submit, my instincts went into overdrive and I just punched him in the chest. I could tell his lustful gaze wanted my body and it was the apex of his insolence, above that he refused to obey my request, that was foolish on his part. 

Satisfied with my work, I moved back to admire it.

Just like his brothers, this red blazer guy was down in a pit, created by my own strength as I pounded into him... the red patches spotting the land was a result of my claw work.

I heaved with satisfaction, my arms and hand thick with slimy blood, covered with the foundation of my derangement.

I chuckled, as droplets of water fell around me, looks like even the gods were unhappy with my destructive methods. Well I would surely curse myself later for such loss of control, but right now I was more or less content with the outcome.

The drizzle of rain earlier increased ten folds, pouring heavily now, draining away the blood into smaller pools all across the solid obliterated remains.

I looked around at the wrecked bar and the ruined cluster of houses, I really did a number to the place. Sigh.