Feral Pack

Night 2 End

The silence that overtook the pack was intense, even Taehyung and Hoseok had stopped conversing, instead opting to watch between the Head Alpha, Jungkook, and their newest member. Namjoon stood a bit behind Seokjin, arms clasped behind his back, an uneasy frown on his face. Jimin appeared to be the same, examining his nails yet body tense in the event of having to spring into action.

Yoongi's eyes were wide, body stiff as he stared at the lower half of Seokjin's face.

Don't make eye contact. Don't challenge the leader.

The older alpha had a hard expression on, arms crossed over his broad chest, gaze boring into the mint male and the brunette he's seated on. The smaller pushed himself further into the youngest, head fully tucked under Jungkook's chin in an attempt to escape the Head Alpha's eyes. He could feel the boy's arms tighten, slightly crushing the bottom of his rib cage, and, while uncomfortable, it gave him the reassurance the brunette won't let anything happen to him without some type of protest. Callous hardened fingers skimming lightly over his spine, running over each exposed vertebrae hidden under a thin layer of skin.

Jungkook barked roughly followed by a high pitched yip shortly after, his chest vibrating against Yoongi's head. The sound of heavy footsteps against the surrounding dirt seemingly echoed off the trees that circle the clearing, as if forcing him to acknowledge that his life is in the balance of whether or not Seokjin sees use of him or if he's just a waste of space.

The brunette holding him tilted his head down slightly to where his lips met the top of his head, the flesh brushing against his scalp as he let out a growl, causing Yoongi to flinch.

That...Jungkook shouldn't do that, especially to the Head Alpha because the snarl that comes from the direction of the handsome man was absolutely, downright terrifying. Even over his own distressed whimper, he could hear Hoseok and Taehyung whine from the overflow of pheromones coming from both Seokjin and Jungkook.

There's a reason why Seokjin is the leader of the pack and the youngest shouldn't go around carelessly challenging him, even if it does seem like it's for the mint male.

"Jungkook," Yoongi called gently, voice barely above a whisper as his hand comes up to paw lightly at the brunette alpha's tan chest, "stop." Dark eyes flickered down to look him in the face and the older had to hold back the flinch of seeing how livid the other looks, the outer ring of his iris a bright glowing red.

"Omega mine." He growled out, arms tighten around Yoongi further, the tip of his left canine peeking out, "Eat here."

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Yoongi blinked, Jungkook's words swirling around his brain trying to process, his mouth falling open slightly as the other alpha lets out another growl.

Wait.

What the fuck?

The smaller took a deep breath through his nose, cheeks now puffing out in frustration, eyebrows furrowing. "So you're telling me," he gave himself a mental pat on the back as his voice came out calm, completely the opposite how he felt, "you're challenging Seokjin, who, may I remind you, is your Alpha, because you don't want me to eat with him?" The words seemed to fly over his head as Jungkook didn't react (the brat), only his eyes flicking back to Seokjin.

"Omega p-pick me." He grumbled out to the others, a rumble growing steadily in his chest. It quickly, however, changed into a grunt when Yoongi promptly thumped him on the back of the head, causing it to fell forward a bit. Jungkook's dim red eyes immediately find the older's face, a full blown pout on his lips and his cheeks puffed out. "Omega~" he whined out, hand coming to rub at the spot, "why attack?"