Five years ago, Lee Chan presented as an omega on the eve of his promised bonding to pack alpha Choi Seungcheol. That same night, he was cast out as a traitor. Now, he survives in the city's underbelly - a ghost running deliveries for gangs, his body crumbling under the weight of suppressants, his heart armoured in razor wire. When a territorial war throws him back into Seventeen's path, they find not the bright-eyed boy they loved, but a feral, wounded creature who looks at them like they're the monsters. The truth, when it unravels, is a poison they all must drink. Chan has known it for years. And forgiveness? That's a language he unlearned to survive. This is not a story of reclamation. It is the slow, agonising archaeology of trust, where every scar must be mapped, and love must learn to grow around the ruins. [Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]

"Three new pups in a day?" "What a joke!" "I am not joking."