His Baby Daddy [ Taekook ]

Chapter 3

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The air in the VIP lounge didn't just feel cold anymore; it felt pressurized. Jungkook stared at the man before him, his mind reeling from the revelation of the bond, only to feel a strange, oily sensation sliding through his consciousness. It was like a door he hadn’t known existed was being pushed open by an invisible hand.

“Do you hate vampires?”

The Prince’s voice was no longer the smooth, arrogant drawl from moments before. It was soft, but underneath the velvet was something raw and jagged—a sound like glass breaking. He looked vulnerable, yet there was a flicker of ancient, simmering anger behind his crimson irises.

“He’s reading your thoughts. He’s inside our head, Jungkook! He heard everything!” Lixue’s voice was a frantic snarl, his mental fur standing on end.

“What?!” Jungkook’s internal panic flared into a white-hot rage. “Who gave him the damn right to do that?”
He snapped his head up, his amber eyes flashing with wolf-fire as he locked onto the Prince’s gaze.

For a split second, Taehyung looked stunned—as if he hadn’t expected the "little omega" to have such a fierce mental shield. But Jungkook didn't give him a chance to recover.

“Who the hell do you think you are, prowling through my head like a thief? Who gave you permission to look at my memories?” Jungkook’s voice was a low growl that cut through the muffled club music.

Taehyung didn’t flinch. He didn’t apologize. He simply tilted his head, his silver jewelry clinking softly. “Do you really hate vampires that much? Why? What have we done to earn such a deep-seated loathing from a creature as beautiful as you?”

When Jungkook only glared, his jaw set so tight it ached, the vampire leaned in. The scent of frozen cedar and storm clouds intensified, wrapping around Jungkook like a shroud.

“I’m your mate,” Taehyung whispered, his voice vibrating in the air between them. “I have the right to listen to the song of my mate’s soul.

Don’t I?”

“No, you don’t,” Jungkook snapped, the rejection tasting like copper in his mouth. “You have no right to my thoughts. You have no right to me. Because I don’t accept you. I don’t care what the Moon Goddess or the Stars say—I don’t accept a leech as my mate.”

He saw it then—a flicker of genuine pain crossing Taehyung’s perfect features. The Prince’s expression faltered, his regal mask slipping for a heartbeat before he regained his composure.