His Luna

Chapter 1: The Forgotten Alpha

The city of Seoul was bathed in the glow of neon lights, casting an eerie luminescence over its towering skyscrapers. Among them stood the Kim Enterprises Headquarters, an empire built with ruthlessness, power, and fear. At its very top, inside a dimly lit office, Kim Taehyung sat behind his sleek black desk, his sharp eyes skimming over reports that meant little to him. He was a man of power, the CEO of Kim Enterprises, a business tycoon feared by his rivals, but in the shadows, he ruled something even darker—the underworld.

Everyone knew Kim Taehyung was involved in illegal activities, but no one had ever managed to prove it. He was untouchable, a man who could end a life with a single word. Yet, behind that controlled exterior, there was something he could not command—his mind.

For years, sleep had been a luxury he could not afford. Insomnia tormented him, and the rare times he succumbed to exhaustion, nightmares plagued his nights. They weren’t ordinary dreams; they felt real, too vivid, too painful. He would see flashes of a war, blood staining the ground, his own body torn and broken. And a voice—soft, desperate—calling his name.

‘You promised me... You said you’d come back...’

The same words, the same agony, yet no matter how much he tried, the memories slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temples. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he muttered, pushing the disturbing thoughts aside. He had bigger matters to handle. A shipment was coming in tonight, one that could not afford any mistakes.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

“Come in.”

The door opened, revealing Min Yoongi, his most trusted second-in-command. Unlike Taehyung, Yoongi had no interest in corporate affairs. He was the one who ensured the mafia side of things ran smoothly. The shadow behind the king.

“Everything’s set for tonight. The shipment will arrive at Dock 13. Security is tight, but we’re prepared,” Yoongi informed him.

Taehyung gave a slow nod, standing from his chair. “Let’s go.”

Meanwhile, in Busan…

The air smelled of damp earth and magic as Jeon Jungkook stood at the edge of the hidden forest, his heart pounding. He could feel it, a pull so strong it almost knocked the breath out of him.

He’s here.

His Alpha had been reborn. The very soul that once ruled beside him, that had died protecting him, was somewhere in this world again. But he wasn’t the same. His scent was faint, buried beneath the stench of humans. His wolf was asleep, unaware of what he truly was.

Jungkook clenched his fists. He had waited five hundred years for this moment. He had endured loneliness, despair, and the burden of a war they had lost. And now, the time had come to bring his Alpha home.

“Are you ready for this?” a voice asked from behind him. Park Jimin, his closest friend and a fellow omega, stood there with concern in his eyes.

Jungkook exhaled sharply. “I have to be.”

He turned, determination burning in his gaze.

“I’m going to Seoul. I’m going to find him.”

Chapter 2: The Search Begins

The city of Seoul was far different from the forests of Busan. The towering buildings, the blinding lights, and the overwhelming scent of human life made Jeon Jungkook’s wolf restless. He stood at the train station, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd, feeling out of place yet determined.

He’s here.

His Alpha, his Taehyung, was somewhere in this concrete jungle. But this time, Jungkook wasn’t a weak, desperate omega. He had trained for centuries, sharpened his skills, and prepared for the day he would stand beside his mate once more.

Dressed in all black, with a sleek leather jacket and dark jeans, he blended into the city with ease. He had a plan—get close to Taehyung, make him remember, and take him back to their rightful place.

Kim Enterprises. That was where he needed to be.

At Dock 13...

The air was thick with tension. The shipment had arrived, and the shadows of armed men moved along the dock. Kim Taehyung stood in the center, his long coat billowing slightly as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke from his cigarette. His cold gaze swept over the crates filled with weapons, his presence enough to make men twice his size tremble.

Yoongi stood beside him, his gun loosely held in one hand. “Everything looks clean, but I don’t like how quiet it is,” he murmured.

Taehyung smirked. “That’s because someone’s watching.”

And just as he spoke, a gunshot rang through the air. The docks erupted into chaos. Men ducked for cover, bullets flying, but Taehyung? He merely tilted his head, his smirk never faltering.

“How predictable.”

With the ease of a man who had seen war countless times before, he pulled out his own gun, firing a precise shot that hit the enemy right between the eyes. The man fell, lifeless.

Yoongi whistled. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “Noted.”

But as the last of the enemies fell, Taehyung’s body tensed. A strange feeling swept over him—a pull, deep in his chest. His brows furrowed as he turned his head toward the city.

Why… does it feel like something is coming?

Chapter 3: The Encounter

The sound of rain tapping against the windows echoed through the vast, dimly lit office. Kim Taehyung sat behind his massive oak desk, fingers drumming lightly against the polished surface. His sharp eyes scanned the reports in front of him, yet his mind was elsewhere. The air felt heavier than usual, an unfamiliar presence lingering around him. His insomnia had worsened over the past few weeks, and those damn dreams—fragments of a life he didn’t recognize—were becoming more vivid.

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. Perhaps he needed a break. Rubbing his temples, he glanced at his watch. 10:45 PM. A meeting with a potential recruit had been scheduled at 11:00 PM—an unusual time, but he didn’t question it. His underlings knew better than to waste his time.

His door creaked open, and a man stepped in. "Boss, the new applicant is here."

Taehyung barely lifted his gaze. "Send them in."

The man hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Understood."

The door opened again, and in walked Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered upward, his brows furrowing slightly. Something about the man standing before him unsettled him, though he couldn't pinpoint why. He was tall, well-built, and carried himself with an air of confidence that most people lacked in his presence. His black dress shirt clung to his toned form, and those dark eyes held a strange familiarity that sent an unexplainable chill down Taehyung’s spine.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a polite smile as he stepped forward. "Jeon Jungkook. It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung didn’t offer his hand. He simply studied the man, his instincts screaming at him that something was off. "Your resume is impressive," he said, voice cold. "But I don’t trust words on paper. Why do you want to work here?"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, an almost playful glint in his eyes. "Because I want to learn from the best."

Taehyung let out a quiet scoff. "Flattery won’t get you far."

Jungkook smirked. "I didn’t think you were the type to be flattered, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung’s eyes darkened. There was something irritatingly familiar about Jungkook’s presence—the way he spoke, the way he looked at him as if he knew him. But that was impossible. Taehyung would remember someone like this.

"You’ll start tomorrow," he said curtly, dismissing Jungkook with a wave of his hand. "Don’t disappoint me."

Jungkook bowed slightly, but the smirk never left his lips. "I won’t."

As Jungkook walked out, Taehyung exhaled, rubbing his temple again. His head was beginning to ache, and the feeling of déjà vu was suffocating.

Little did he know, his past had just walked right into his life again, and Jungkook wasn’t planning on letting him go this time.

Meanwhile, far from the city’s glaring lights, Min Yoongi observed from the shadows. A lone alpha wolf with no pack, he had been hiding among humans for years, watching and waiting. The moment he saw Jungkook, he knew—his true identity couldn’t be hidden from him. And soon, he would have to make a choice.

Chapter 4: Shadows and Secrets

The streets of Seoul never truly slept. Underneath the glow of neon signs, the city buzzed with life, yet within the walls of Kim Enterprises, a different kind of energy thrived—one laced with secrecy and power.

Jeon Jungkook walked down the dimly lit hallway leading to his newly assigned office. His steps were calculated, his senses heightened. Every fiber of his being screamed that he was close—so agonizingly close—to his alpha. And yet, Taehyung was nothing like the mate he had left behind in the past.

He had expected resistance, but seeing the cold, detached version of his alpha had shaken something deep within him. Taehyung’s gaze had held no warmth, no recognition—only suspicion and dominance, like a predator surveying its prey. Jungkook clenched his fists. He wasn’t here to give up.

As he turned a corner, a voice called out behind him.

“You must be the new recruit.”

Jungkook halted, quickly masking his surprise. He turned around to face a man leaning lazily against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His sharp eyes held a dangerous glint, yet there was no immediate hostility in his demeanor.

Min Yoongi.

Jungkook knew who he was before even hearing his name. The lone alpha had no pack, no alliances, but he wasn’t someone to be underestimated. Jungkook had heard whispers about him over the years—a ghost among humans, a wolf who had learned how to blend in.

“And you must be my welcoming committee,” Jungkook said smoothly, offering a polite nod.

Yoongi smirked. “Something like that. Kim Taehyung doesn’t hire just anyone. What makes you special?”

Jungkook tilted his head slightly. “You tell me.”

Yoongi’s smirk didn’t falter, but his gaze sharpened. He was assessing him, peeling away the layers Jungkook had carefully crafted.

“You move too smoothly for a human,” Yoongi finally said, pushing off the wall. “You watch your surroundings like a predator. People like that have secrets.”

Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer. “And what about you? A lone alpha living between humans? That doesn’t seem very ordinary either.”

Yoongi’s amusement faded just slightly, enough for Jungkook to know he had hit a nerve. Good.

“You’re different,” Yoongi muttered under his breath, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes flickered gold for just a second before he turned away. “Be careful, Jeon Jungkook. This world doesn’t take kindly to those who don’t belong.”

Before Jungkook could reply, Yoongi disappeared down the hallway, his presence vanishing like a shadow.

Kim Taehyung’s Office

Sitting at his desk, Taehyung scrolled through Jungkook’s records. Something wasn’t right about him. His instincts were sharper than most, honed from years of ruling both the corporate world and the underworld. And Jeon Jungkook? He was too perfect. His background was clean, too clean.

Taehyung hated things he couldn’t control or predict.

Reaching for his whiskey glass, he leaned back, letting the liquid burn his throat as he thought. The moment Jungkook had stepped into his office, he had felt something—a strange pull, a familiarity he couldn’t explain. It unsettled him.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

“Come in.”

One of his trusted men entered, bowing slightly. “Sir, we have new intel on the recent infiltration attempts.”

Taehyung’s gaze darkened. “Report.”

“We’ve eliminated two spies attempting to gain access to our network. Both were highly trained, but no identifiable affiliations. It’s like they didn’t exist.”

Taehyung’s grip on his glass tightened. He already had enemies in the business world, but this felt different. More dangerous. He had the unsettling feeling that something bigger was coming.

Something unseen.

And somehow, he felt Jeon Jungkook was right in the middle of it all.

In the shadows of the city, danger lurked. Spies moved in silence, and an ancient power was stirring, waiting for the right moment to strike.

And in the center of it all stood Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook—two souls bound by fate, yet separated by time.

Only time would tell if they would find their way back to each other… or if the darkness would consume them first.

Chapter 5: Tension and Possession

The next morning, Taehyung arrived at Kim Enterprises, his usual cold and commanding demeanor in place. The sleepless night had left him irritable, but he masked it well behind his stoic expression. As he stepped into his office, his sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar presence—Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook stood by the window, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that emphasized his striking features. He turned slowly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he met Taehyung’s gaze. "Good morning, CEO Kim. I hope you slept well."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. Something about Jungkook felt... off. It wasn’t just his confidence—it was the way he looked at him, as if he knew something Taehyung didn’t. "I don’t recall allowing my employees to make themselves comfortable in my office without permission."

Jungkook chuckled, stepping forward. "I’m just here to finalize some documents for the upcoming merger. I figured I’d wait for you."

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like the way Jungkook moved, the way his presence felt both familiar and foreign. "Then do your job and leave. I don’t have time for unnecessary distractions."

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, but before he could respond, voices from outside the office caught his attention. He turned slightly, his sharp ears picking up the conversation among a group of employees.

"Have you seen CEO Kim today? He looks unreal. That suit should be illegal."

"Ugh, I know. He’s the definition of perfection. If only he weren’t so untouchable."

"Who says he’s untouchable? Choi Min-yu practically claims he has him wrapped around his finger. I heard she spends late nights in his office."

Jungkook’s expression darkened instantly, the easy smirk vanishing. His fingers curled into fists as jealousy, sharp and unexpected, surged through him. How dare they speak about Taehyung as if he belonged to anyone else? Worse, the idea of someone claiming him—someone touching him—made his blood boil.

Choi Min-yu, Taehyung’s secretary, was known for his sharp tongue and flirtatious nature, but for him to spew such lies—unimaginable. Jungkook’s wolf snarled in his mind, possessiveness flaring hot. His mate was right there, a few feet away, unaware of how these people spoke about taking what was his.

He turned back to Taehyung, eyes dark with unspoken rage. But the CEO was watching him carefully, as if noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor. Jungkook forced a breath, shoving down the irrational jealousy clawing at his chest. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way—not yet.

Still, his voice was lower when he finally spoke, his usual teasing edge replaced by something sharper. "Of course, sir. But distractions?" He leaned in just slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "I wonder who’s really distracted here."

Taehyung’s fingers twitched as Jungkook turned on his heel and walked out, but not before throwing a cold glare at the gossiping employees outside. The idea of anyone else thinking they could have Taehyung—thinking they could claim him—made his wolf restless.

And that was dangerous.

Chapter 6: Possession

The bar was buzzing with energy, neon lights flickering as loud music filled the space. Taehyung sat at a private booth in the corner, his expression unreadable as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. Beside him, Yoongi leaned back lazily, sipping his drink with a knowing smirk.

"Didn't think you'd come drinking with me tonight," Yoongi mused, watching Taehyung carefully. "Something on your mind?"

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temple. "Just needed a distraction."

Yoongi hummed, taking another sip. "Then you came to the right place."

Just as Taehyung was about to respond, the lights dimmed, and the DJ’s voice echoed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, for your entertainment tonight, we have someone special! Give it up for the mysterious Jeon!"

The moment Taehyung heard the name, his eyes darted to the stage. The heavy beat of the music dropped, and the curtains parted, revealing a figure under the sultry red lights. Dressed in a dangerously revealing outfit—black leather straps clinging to his toned body, his milky skin illuminated under the glow—stood Jungkook.

Taehyung’s breath hitched.

Jungkook’s dark eyes gleamed as he wrapped a hand around the pole, his movements fluid and sensual. The way his hips rolled, the way his muscles flexed with each slow, deliberate motion—it was hypnotizing. Every single person in the bar was entranced, and Taehyung was no exception. His grip tightened around his glass, fingers aching as he fought against the sudden heat creeping up his spine.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk as he caught Taehyung’s eyes, a silent challenge glimmering beneath his teasing gaze. He twirled around the pole effortlessly, the smooth slide of his body making the crowd go wild. Whistles and cheers erupted, some voices too bold for Taehyung’s liking.

"Damn, look at him!"

"He's so hot, I swear I'd pay to have him for a night."

"He’s got to be taken. No way someone like that is single."

"I heard he’s up for grabs tonight. Maybe I should try my luck."

Taehyung snapped out of his trance as rage burned through him. The room suddenly felt suffocating. His body tensed, blood boiling at the filthy words being thrown around so carelessly about Jungkook—his Jungkook.

The jealousy, the possessiveness, it crashed into him like a tidal wave. Before he could stop himself, a low, guttural growl ripped through his throat. His entire body stiffened as his vision darkened for a split second, his fingers trembling around his glass. And then it happened.

His eyes flashed blood-red.

Yoongi, who had been silently observing, froze. His own alpha instincts flared in warning as he caught the brief but undeniable glow in Taehyung’s eyes. A chill ran down his spine. This wasn’t normal.

Meanwhile, on stage, Jungkook’s wolf senses sharpened the second he heard that growl. He recognized it instantly—his mate was angry. And not just angry—Taehyung was claiming him without even realizing it. Jungkook smirked inwardly, pleased by the reaction, but he knew better than to let things escalate in front of a human crowd.

Before he could do anything, though, Taehyung stood up abruptly, his face unreadable, but his movements sharp and dangerous. Without another word, he stormed toward the stage, pushing past the crowd with ease. The second Jungkook stepped down, Taehyung grabbed his wrist roughly, yanking him forward.

"We're leaving. Now."

Jungkook raised an amused brow but allowed himself to be dragged away. His heart pounded—not out of fear, but excitement. Taehyung was acting on pure instinct, not even aware of what was truly happening within him.

Yoongi followed silently, his mind racing. That wasn’t human. That was something else.

As soon as they stepped outside, Taehyung pushed Jungkook against the alley wall, his grip still firm on his wrist. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" he hissed, his voice laced with something raw—something Jungkook hadn’t heard before.

"Dancing," Jungkook replied smoothly, though his heart raced at their proximity. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Taehyung clenched his jaw. His body was burning, his thoughts a mess. He wanted to yell, to demand an explanation, to do something about the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him.

But before he could say another word, the atmosphere shifted.

A sharp sound echoed through the alley—the distinct noise of footsteps, too silent for a human’s.

Yoongi tensed, instantly recognizing the scent. Wolves.

Jungkook, too, felt it immediately. His playful demeanor vanished as he turned his head slightly, his dark eyes now cold and calculating.

Taehyung, however, didn’t notice the shift—until the first attack came.

Three men lunged from the shadows. Taehyung instinctively dodged, but he barely had time to react before another moved at unnatural speed, claws unsheathing in the dim light. They weren’t human.

Jungkook moved first. Faster than Taehyung had ever seen, he twisted mid-air, delivering a sharp kick to one of the attackers, sending them crashing into the wall. Yoongi followed immediately, his strikes precise and lethal.

Taehyung could only watch in stunned silence as Jungkook tore through their enemies like a storm—swift, deadly, merciless. His body moved with inhuman grace, dodging attacks effortlessly before striking back with brutal force. The way he fought was mesmerizing—like he had been born to kill.

Within minutes, the alley was silent once more, bodies lying lifeless on the ground.

Jungkook exhaled, shaking off the last drops of blood from his hands before turning back to Taehyung. "Are you okay?"

Taehyung didn’t respond immediately. He was still staring at Jungkook—at the way he stood, powerful and unshaken, his body still tense from the fight. What the hell had he just witnessed?

Yoongi stepped forward, wiping his hands. "We need to talk."

For once, Taehyung had no argument.

His world had just been turned upside down.

Chapter 7: A Forgotten Dream?

Jungkook wiped the blood off his hands, his mind racing. The alley was now silent except for the occasional flicker of a broken streetlight. Taehyung stood frozen, his gaze still locked onto Jungkook, confusion and something else—something dangerous—lingering in his dark eyes.

Yoongi sighed, crossing his arms. "We should talk about this. He saw everything."

Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, who was visibly struggling to process the scene. A smirk tugged at Jungkook’s lips, but his expression quickly turned unreadable. "No, we don’t need to explain anything. He’s drunk. By tomorrow, he’ll either forget all of this or think it was just a dream. Just take him home."

Yoongi frowned. "Are you sure? He doesn’t seem that out of it."

Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly. "Trust me. Let’s not complicate things. Just get him home."

Yoongi clicked his tongue but eventually nodded. He stepped forward and grabbed Taehyung’s arm, supporting him as he swayed slightly. Taehyung blinked, his head tilting as if trying to say something, but no words came out. His pupils were dilated, his usually sharp gaze clouded, but there was an unsettling clarity behind it.

Jungkook turned away first, walking ahead without another glance. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

Yoongi sighed, dragging Taehyung towards his car. "You know," he muttered under his breath, "I don’t trust that he’ll forget this. And I still need answers from you, Jungkook. Expect me at your office tomorrow."

Jungkook didn’t respond. His hands clenched into fists as he walked away, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to clear his head.

The next morning, Taehyung woke up with a pounding headache, but his mind was alarmingly clear. He sat up, rubbing his temples, his jaw tightening as flashes of the previous night filled his thoughts.

The fight. Jungkook. The way he moved. The way he killed with precision and power.

It wasn’t a dream.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He was supposed to believe he was too drunk to remember. They thought they could fool him.

But he remembered everything.

And he wasn’t going to let it go.

His fingers trailed to his lips, a ghost of a smirk forming. Jungkook was hiding something. Something dangerous. And for the first time in a long while, Taehyung felt a surge of something other than cold calculation—excitement.

His mind replayed the events at the bar, the way Jungkook moved on that stage, the way his body had twisted and commanded every single eye in that room. The way Taehyung had lost himself in him—until that unbearable jealousy clawed its way out.

The way his eyes had burned red for a fleeting moment. Yoongi had noticed it. Taehyung saw it in his expression before everything blurred.

He clenched his fists. What the hell was happening to him?

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Sir, your schedule for today is ready," Min-Yu’s voice filtered through the door. "You have a morning meeting at Kim Enterprises' main conference hall"

Taehyung smirked to himself, fixing his collar as he stood up. "Perfect."

Today, he was going to see Jungkook again. And this time, he wouldn’t let him slip away so easily.

Chapter 8: Unspoken Tensions

The air in Kim Enterprises' main conference hall was thick with hushed whispers as Taehyung strode through the entrance, exuding power and dominance with every step. The employees, dressed in pristine business attire, stilled in his presence, eyes darting to steal glances at him.

"He's even more handsome in person," one female employee murmured to her colleague, her voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, if I had a chance, I'd make him mine."

"You? Please. I'm already secretly dating him," another claimed, flipping her hair confidently. "He just doesn't want to go public with it yet."

A group of male employees chuckled from the corner. "You’re all delusional. He’s not interested in any of you. But trust me, I’ll be the one to win him over."

Taehyung ignored the murmurs, uninterested in their meaningless chatter. However, someone else was not so composed.

Jungkook stood at a distance, a file clutched tightly in his hands, his knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched as he listened to the absurd claims being made about Taehyung. His blood boiled, an ugly surge of jealousy twisting inside him. How dare they?

His expression darkened further when his gaze landed on Choi Min-Yu, Taehyung’s secretary, who was smirking smugly while surrounded by a group of admiring employees.

"I’ve been working closely with Mr. Kim for years," Min-Yu boasted, leaning against the desk with an air of confidence. "Trust me, I know things about him that none of you could ever imagine."

Jungkook’s grip on the file tightened so hard that the papers inside nearly crumpled. Unimaginable things? What the hell was that supposed to mean? His teeth clenched as anger flared through him. The thought of anyone else being close to Taehyung, claiming to know him intimately, made his stomach twist with an unfamiliar, burning sensation.

Just as his temper threatened to snap, a commanding voice cut through the gossip.

"Min-Yu."

Taehyung’s deep, authoritative voice silenced the room instantly. Min-Yu straightened, trying to look unaffected, but the slight twitch in his expression betrayed his nervousness. He turned to face his boss, plastering on a polite smile. "Yes, sir?"

Taehyung’s sharp gaze flicked over the employees before landing on Min-Yu. "My office. Now."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward his office. Min-Yu gulped before following hastily, the rest of the employees watching in stunned silence.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his hands trembling with suppressed rage. He needed to calm down. He needed to—

"Jungkook."

He stiffened at the sound of Taehyung’s voice, only now realizing the man had returned to stand before him. Those dark eyes bored into him, filled with unreadable emotions.

"Inside."

Jungkook’s heart pounded, but he masked his emotions with a blank expression, nodding stiffly before following Taehyung into his office. The heavy door shut behind them, sealing them in an atmosphere thick with tension.

For a moment, neither spoke. Taehyung leaned against his desk, arms crossed, studying Jungkook carefully. "You’re tense."

Jungkook scoffed, crossing his own arms. "I’m fine."

Taehyung tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Are you? Because you looked like you were about to rip someone apart out there."

Jungkook forced out a laugh, but it was humorless. "Your employees have interesting things to say about you."

"Ah," Taehyung mused, a smirk playing at his lips. "You mean their delusions?"

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. "And Min-Yu?"

Taehyung’s smirk faded slightly, his expression turning serious. "He oversteps sometimes. But his words mean nothing."

Jungkook looked away, biting the inside of his cheek. Then why does it bother me so much?

Taehyung exhaled through his nose, pushing off his desk and closing the space between them. "Jungkook."

The sound of his name from Taehyung’s lips sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn’t let it show. He kept his gaze trained on the floor.

"Look at me."

Slowly, Jungkook lifted his eyes, meeting Taehyung’s intense gaze. The air between them crackled with something unspoken, something dangerous.

Taehyung’s fingers brushed against Jungkook’s wrist, the contact brief but searing. "What’s really bothering you?"

Jungkook inhaled sharply, every fiber of his being screaming at him to stay composed, to not show weakness. But Taehyung’s presence, his proximity, his damn voice—it was unraveling him.

Instead of answering, Jungkook took a step back, forcing distance between them. "Nothing. Just work stress."

Taehyung didn’t believe him, but he let it slide. For now.

"Fine." He turned and walked toward his desk, picking up a document. "If you’re so stressed, let’s focus on something productive. I have a business proposal that requires your input."

Jungkook exhaled, grateful for the shift in topic. "Alright. Let’s get to work."

But even as they discussed contracts and negotiations, the tension between them remained, thick and suffocating, lingering beneath every word, every glance.

And neither of them dared to acknowledge it—yet.

Chapter 9: A Brewing Storm

After Jungkook left the office, Taehyung leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. His sharp eyes flickered toward the intercom.

"Min-Yu. Inside. Now."

A moment later, the door opened, and Choi Min-Yu stepped in with his usual smirk, though there was a hint of unease in his eyes. "Yes, sir?"

Taehyung's gaze was unreadable as he stared at the man who had been his secretary for years. "Stay in your limits," he said, his tone dangerously calm. "I don't care about the nonsense you spread, but from now on, keep Jungkook’s name out of your mouth. Do you understand?"

Min-Yu’s smirk faltered. He had been working under Taehyung for years, and not once had he been reprimanded, let alone warned. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, and his mind immediately jumped to one conclusion—Jungkook.

It was all because of him.

Min-Yu clenched his jaw, his pride wounded. Taehyung had never interfered before, never cared about what was said in hushed whispers around the company. But now, after Jungkook entered the picture, things had changed.

"Understood, sir," Min-Yu muttered, bowing slightly before storming out of the office, anger burning in his chest.

Jungkook, unaware of the storm brewing, was in the break room, making himself a cup of coffee. The rich aroma filled the air, but his thoughts were far from relaxed. His mind was still occupied with Taehyung, with last night, with the way Taehyung had looked at him before being dragged away.

Just as he was about to take a sip, the door to the break room slammed open.

"So, the new boy thinks he owns the place already?" Min-Yu sneered, stepping in with a few other employees watching from the doorway. "Did you really think getting close to the boss would put you above the rest of us?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "Excuse me?"

Min-Yu scoffed, stepping closer. "What, you think we don’t see it? The way Taehyung suddenly protects you, as if you’re special? You must be really good at spreading your legs—"

Before he could finish, Jungkook’s palm met his face with a sharp, resounding slap.

The entire room fell silent.

Min-Yu staggered back, holding his cheek, his eyes wide in shock. Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his fists trembling with rage. "Watch your mouth, you pathetic excuse of a man," Jungkook spat, his voice dripping with venom. "If you think you can talk about me like that and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong."

Min-Yu’s nostrils flared, and he lunged forward, but before anything more could happen—

"Enough."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Kim Taehyung stepped inside.

His presence was commanding, his expression unreadable, but the underlying fury was evident. His eyes flickered between Min-Yu and Jungkook, taking in the situation immediately. The air grew tense as everyone held their breath.

"What the hell is going on?" Taehyung’s voice was low, dangerous.

Min-Yu, regaining his composure, straightened up. "Sir, I was only—"

"I didn’t ask you," Taehyung cut him off coldly before turning to Jungkook. "Are you hurt?"

Jungkook blinked, momentarily taken aback before scoffing. "I don’t break that easily."

Taehyung’s gaze darkened before he turned back to Min-Yu. "You. Get out of my sight before I make you regret every word you just said."

Min-Yu’s face paled. He opened his mouth to protest, but one sharp glare from Taehyung had him retreating immediately. The other employees scattered, leaving only Taehyung and Jungkook alone in the room.

Silence settled between them.

Taehyung exhaled slowly before stepping closer, his voice softer now. "You didn’t have to slap him."

Jungkook chuckled humorlessly. "And let him get away with talking like that? You might tolerate it, but I don’t."

Taehyung studied him, his gaze flickering with something unreadable before he finally spoke. "Next time, let me handle it."

Jungkook tilted his head. "Why? You’re not my boss outside of this office."

Taehyung smirked, but there was something dark and possessive in his eyes. "No, but I am your boss here."

Jungkook held his gaze, unyielding, before finally exhaling through his nose. "Whatever you say, boss."

But even as he walked out, he knew—this war between them had only just begun.

Chapter 10: Truths Unveiled

Jungkook stepped out of the towering glass building for break, exhaling sharply as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen. His mind was a chaotic mess—rage, jealousy, and confusion swirling inside him like an unstoppable storm. His fingers twitched, still aching from the force of the slap he had given Min-Yu.

The commotion had been loud, but Taehyung had shut it down immediately. His sharp, commanding tone still echoed in Jungkook’s ears. He had been possessive—protective even—but he hadn't said a word afterward, leaving Jungkook frustrated beyond belief.

As he took a deep breath, his sharp eyes caught sight of Yoongi leaning casually against a sleek black car a few steps away, arms crossed, his ever-observant gaze locked onto him.

"Took you long enough," Yoongi muttered, pushing himself off the car. "Let's go."

Jungkook gave a small nod and followed. They walked in silence, heading toward a quiet café tucked away in a less-crowded street of Seoul. It was nearly empty at this hour, the soft hum of jazz playing in the background as the aroma of fresh coffee filled the space. Jungkook slid into a seat near the window, Yoongi taking the one across from him.

For a long moment, neither spoke. The tension between them was thick—Yoongi's sharp eyes studying Jungkook as if demanding an explanation, and Jungkook staring down at the coffee cup placed in front of him, his fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly.

Yoongi finally broke the silence. "Talk."

Jungkook exhaled through his nose, leaning back against his chair. "You already know he’s not normal. You saw what happened last night. His eyes… they turned red. That wasn't just some trick of the light."

Yoongi's jaw tightened, his fingers tapping against the table. "I know. And I’m not stupid, Jungkook. There’s something you’re hiding. So spill."

Jungkook's lips pressed together before he finally spoke. "Kim Taehyung… he’s not just a human. He’s my mate. But not just that—he’s a reincarnation of someone far greater. He was once Alpha Kim Vante. My Alpha. My lover."

Yoongi’s brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, allowing Jungkook to continue.

"Five hundred years ago, Taehyung—Kim Vante—was the only one who stood against the trueblood Alpha, the most powerful and feared being among our kind. Taehyung was powerful, ruthless, but he wasn’t evil. He wanted to protect his people, his pack… and me. He died saving me, sealing my wolf away to keep me from being taken by the trueblood Alpha."

Jungkook paused, his fingers clenching around the cup. "And now, he’s back. But he doesn’t remember anything. His wolf is dormant, his instincts buried deep. He’s living a human life, completely unaware of what he truly is."

Yoongi’s expression darkened. "And you plan to wake him up?"

Jungkook nodded. "I have to. The trueblood Alpha is regaining his strength. He will return soon, and when he does, he will come for Taehyung. If Taehyung doesn’t awaken, he won’t stand a chance."

Yoongi leaned back, letting out a deep sigh. "And what about you? Why have you waited this long?"

Jungkook scoffed bitterly. "Do you think I haven’t tried? But Taehyung is stubborn. He fights against everything, even things he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t trust easily. If I just tell him the truth, he won’t believe me. He has to remember on his own."

Yoongi studied him for a moment before nodding. "So what’s the plan?"

Jungkook smirked slightly, but there was no humor in his eyes. "I’ll make him fall in love with me all over again. If I can awaken those feelings, the bond, his instincts… his wolf will start to surface. He won’t be able to fight against what’s meant to be."

Yoongi let out a low whistle. "That’s a risky plan. What if it backfires? What if he rejects you?"

Jungkook’s expression darkened slightly. "Then I’ll make sure that never happens. I’ve waited five hundred years for him, Yoongi. I won’t lose him again."

Silence fell between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

After a long pause, Yoongi finally nodded. "Fine. I’ll help you. But if this gets messy, I won’t sit back and watch. If he’s really meant to lead, he better be ready for it."

Jungkook smirked slightly. "Oh, he will be. Once he remembers who he truly is… there will be no stopping him."

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. "Then let’s get to work. We don’t have much time."

Jungkook’s gaze flickered with determination. Time was against them, but one thing was certain—no matter what it took, he would make Taehyung remember.

Even if it meant breaking him first.

Chapter 11: Shadows in the Forest

The wind howled through the dense canopy of the hidden forest, sending shivers down the spines of those patrolling the borders of the pack’s territory. Under the veil of ancient witch magic, the land remained concealed from human eyes, but the tension among the wolves was palpable. Something was wrong.

Beta Kim Seokjin stood at the heart of the pack’s main hall, his arms crossed as he listened to the latest report from the head of security, Jung Hoseok. Beside him, his alpha mate, Kim Namjoon, exuded quiet authority, his sharp gaze scanning the room filled with concerned wolves.

Hoseok took a deep breath before speaking, his voice heavy with urgency. "In the past few days, several of our wolves have gone missing. At first, we thought they might have wandered too far or fallen victim to rogues, but this morning—" he hesitated, his eyes flickering with restrained rage, "—we found the bodies of two commoners deep in the forest. Killed. Torn apart. And it wasn’t by any ordinary beast."

A heavy silence fell upon the room.

Seokjin’s face darkened. "Are you certain it wasn’t an accident? A territorial fight between rogues?"

Hoseok shook his head. "No. The scent we found at the scene wasn’t familiar. It’s masked, unnatural. Whoever did this was covering their tracks. And it’s not just the missing wolves—some of our border patrols have reported strange movements near the concealed boundaries."

Namjoon clenched his jaw. "This is not a coincidence. The enemy is moving. If they’re hunting our people, we are running out of time."

A soft voice interrupted the discussion. "Then we need to act now."

All eyes turned to Park Jimin, Hoseok’s omega mate, who stood near the doorway, his expression unusually firm. His usual warmth had been replaced with resolve, and he met their gazes without hesitation.

"We can’t just wait and hope for Taehyung and Jungkook to return on their own. They don’t even know what’s happening here," Jimin continued. "I will go and deliver this information to our Luna myself."

Hoseok’s expression darkened instantly. "No. Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous. If wolves are being hunted, you’re exactly the kind of target they’d want."

Jimin stepped forward, determination burning in his eyes. "And that’s why I need to go. I can move unnoticed among humans. The enemy is searching for power—strong warriors, trained wolves. They won’t be looking for an omega. I can get close to Taehyung without drawing attention."

Seokjin exchanged a glance with Namjoon. Though the idea of sending Jimin alone was reckless, they couldn’t deny that he had a point. The pack was vulnerable, their numbers already dwindling, and Taehyung needed to know what was happening.

Namjoon exhaled sharply. "If you do this, you’re not going alone. We’ll send a small escort to make sure you reach the city safely. Once you find Taehyung, you are to return immediately. No unnecessary risks."

Jimin nodded, relief flashing across his face. "I’ll find him. And I’ll bring him back."

As the meeting ended, Seokjin placed a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, his grip firm. "We’re running out of time. If they’re making their move, we need our alpha back. We need Vante."

Namjoon’s gaze darkened. "Then let’s make sure he remembers who he is before it’s too late."

Beyond the hidden barriers, the enemy lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Chapter 12: A Fateful Encounter

The night air was cold against Jimin’s skin as he carefully stepped beyond the boundaries of their hidden territory. The shadows of the dense forest stretched far behind him, and in front of him lay the human world—dangerous, unpredictable, and entirely foreign to someone like him.

Hoseok had escorted him as far as he could, stopping just before the final stretch where human territory truly began. “From here, you’re on your own,” Hoseok murmured, eyes scanning the surroundings warily. “Be careful, Jimin. You have to reach Jungkook safely. Our pack is in danger, and we need our Luna to return before it’s too late.”

Jimin nodded, swallowing the lump of fear in his throat. He wasn’t a fighter like Hoseok or Namjoon. He was just an omega, and stepping into an unfamiliar world alone made his instincts scream at him to turn back. But he couldn't—he wouldn’t.

With one last glance at his mate, Jimin slipped away into the dimly lit city streets of Seoul.

Seoul was overwhelming.

Bright lights, loud voices, the smell of gasoline and metal—it was nothing like the fresh air and silence of their forests. Jimin moved cautiously, his nose twitching as he tried to pick up the faintest trace of Taehyung’s scent. But there was nothing.

He wandered through alleyways, streets bustling with humans, and even stood near tall buildings, hoping for a sign, but hours passed, and he found nothing. The cold was starting to seep into his bones, exhaustion dragging at his limbs. Where was Jungkook? Where was their Alpha?

Frustrated, Jimin kicked a small rock, watching as it clattered onto the pavement. I don’t have time to waste. I need to find him before dawn.

But fate had other plans.

As he turned into a narrow, dimly lit street, he sensed it too late—danger.

Rough hands grabbed him from behind, and the stench of alcohol and filth filled his nose. Jimin’s eyes widened in panic as he twisted in their grasp, finding himself surrounded by a group of men—drunk, their lecherous eyes locking onto him like he was nothing more than prey.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” one of them slurred, his grin revealing yellowed teeth. “A pretty little thing, wandering around all alone at night. Are you lost, sweetheart?”

Jimin’s stomach churned in fear. His omega instincts screamed at him to run, but they had him cornered.

“Let me go,” he hissed, struggling against their grip. “I don’t belong here.”

Another man laughed, shoving him back against the brick wall. “Oh, I think you do. Why don’t we take care of you, huh?”

Jimin’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. He wasn’t strong enough to fight off humans—not when they outnumbered him like this. Damn it! If only Hoseok was here!

“HELP!” he screamed, hoping against hope that someone would hear him. He kicked, clawed, but his omega body wasn’t built for combat. I can’t let them touch me!

Then—

A scent.

Jimin’s wolf suddenly stirred, then howled.

“Mate! Mate! MATE!”

Jimin gasped as his entire being froze. The scent hit him like a wave—powerful, dominant, laced with something that made his entire soul tremble. It was warm, musky, and so, so familiar.

An Alpha.

No—his Alpha.

The men surrounding him didn’t notice the sudden change in his expression, too focused on their drunken desires. But Jimin? He wasn’t afraid anymore.

Because his mate was near.

His lips parted, and this time, when he screamed, it wasn’t for help.

It was a call. A call to the one destined to protect him.

And somewhere in the night, his mate heard him.

Chapter 13: A Wolf's Instinct

Yoongi’s wolf was restless tonight.

The unease had been creeping up on him all day, a feeling he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t the usual anxiety he felt when trying to blend in with humans—it was deeper, primal, something his wolf was trying to tell him.

Unable to sit still, he decided to take a stroll through the city, letting the cool night air calm his nerves. The streets were quiet, the occasional car passing by, but the bustling energy of Seoul had mostly died down at this hour. His sharp senses were always on high alert, scanning his surroundings, but tonight, something felt off.

Then, he heard it.

A cry for help.

Yoongi’s entire body tensed. The voice wasn’t human, at least not entirely. There was something familiar, something that made his wolf growl lowly in response. His head snapped toward the direction of the sound, and before he knew it, his feet were already moving.

Then, he caught it—

An alluring scent.

His wolf snarled in recognition, his instincts screaming at him. Mate.

Yoongi’s pupils dilated as his body moved on its own. His steps were quick, precise, his heart pounding in his chest. The scent grew stronger, pulling him like a lifeline. His mate was close, but they were in trouble.

He turned a corner and his eyes locked onto the scene before him.

A group of drunk, filthy humans surrounded a trembling figure, their disgusting hands reaching out to grab the delicate omega trapped between them. The scent of fear and desperation clung to the air, but beneath it all, Yoongi could smell it—the intoxicating, irreplaceable scent of his mate.

Jimin.

His wolf snapped.

A feral snarl ripped from Yoongi’s throat, his eyes glowing a deep gold as he let his instincts take over. In a blur of movement, he was on them, his hands latching onto the nearest human and snapping his neck with ease. The others barely had time to react before he tore through them, his claws raking through flesh, bones breaking under his brutal strength.

Screams filled the alley, but they were short-lived.

One by one, they fell, until only their bloodied bodies remained.

Yoongi stood in the middle of the carnage, his breathing heavy, chest rising and falling with the remnants of his rage. His wolf was still in control, eyes glowing, fangs bared, instincts demanding to claim and protect what was his.

His head snapped toward Jimin, who stood frozen against the wall, his body still trembling from fear and shock.

Yoongi inhaled sharply, the scent of those filthy humans still clinging to his mate. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he stepped forward, his possessiveness taking over.

"Mine." The word was a low, animalistic snarl.

Jimin flinched slightly but didn’t run. His own wolf was crying in his head, calling out in relief, recognizing their mate, but the fear from the attack still lingered in his wide eyes.

Yoongi took another step, his hands clenching into fists, his scent pouring out aggressively to drown out the disgusting stench left by those filthy creatures.

"Mine." He growled again, sharper this time, his eyes glowing brighter.

Jimin whimpered softly, his body reacting instinctively to the dominance in Yoongi’s tone. He was still in shock, but a strange warmth spread through his chest at the word. His mate. He had finally found his mate.

Yoongi slowly reached out, his fingers brushing against Jimin’s cheek, and the moment their skin touched, something inside him snapped into place. His wolf howled in satisfaction, and for the first time in his life, Yoongi felt truly complete.

Once he was certain that his mate was unharmed, Yoongi took a shaky breath and forced himself to step back, allowing his human side to regain control. His glowing eyes dimmed, his claws retracted, and the dangerous aura around him softened slightly.

Jimin was still looking at him, his lips slightly parted, his wolf clearly fighting to take over and submit to their mate. But Yoongi wasn’t ready for that—not yet.

He swallowed hard, his voice lower now but still firm. "You’re safe now. No one will ever touch you again."

Jimin nodded slowly, finally breathing properly, his body relaxing just a little.

Yoongi exhaled deeply and glanced at the mess around them. They needed to leave before someone found them. He turned back to Jimin, his expression softening as he reached for his hand.

"Come with me," he murmured. "We have a lot to talk about."

And just like that, Jimin placed his trembling hand into Yoongi’s, his heart hammering in his chest.

Fate had finally brought them together.

Chapter 14: A Fated Encounter

Yoongi carried Jimin effortlessly through the quiet streets, his wolf still on edge from the earlier encounter. His mate—his mate—had been in danger, surrounded by those filthy humans. The scent of fear still lingered around Jimin, mixed with the intoxicating aroma that had immediately triggered Yoongi’s instincts.

He wasn’t sure why fate had chosen this moment, but he wasn’t going to let Jimin go.

Reaching his apartment, Yoongi kicked the door shut behind him and carefully placed Jimin on the couch. The omega looked exhausted, his body still trembling slightly. Yoongi’s jaw tightened as he took a deep breath, suppressing the possessive growl rising in his chest.

“What the hell were you doing out there alone at this hour?” Yoongi demanded, his voice harsher than he intended.

Jimin flinched at the tone but quickly recovered. “I—I had to come here. It was important.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, studying the omega. “Important enough to risk your life?”

Jimin swallowed, hesitating for a second before nodding. “Yes.”

Yoongi exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His wolf was still restless, demanding he claim and protect his mate properly. But something caught his eye—a faint mark on Jimin’s neck.

His eyes darkened.

A mate mark.

Range surged through him instantly. His wolf let out a low growl, possessiveness clouding his thoughts. “Who marked you?”

Jimin stiffened at the question but met Yoongi’s gaze steadily. “My mate.”

Yoongi clenched his fists. His wolf was howling in protest, rejecting the very idea that someone else had already laid a claim on what was meant to be his. “Who?” he demanded.

Jimin took a deep breath before answering. “Jung Hoseok.”

Yoongi’s eyes flickered with realization. “The beta in charge of security?”

Jimin nodded. “Yes. He’s my mate, and I love him.”

Yoongi’s wolf whimpered in frustration, but Yoongi forced himself to calm down. He had heard of cases where wolves found a second mate, but it was rare. Yet, the pull he felt toward Jimin was undeniable.

“I see,” Yoongi said after a moment. His voice was calmer now, though his heart still thundered in his chest. “Why are you here, Jimin? Why would Hoseok let you come alone?”

Jimin’s expression darkened. “He didn’t. I left on my own. Our pack is in danger, Yoongi. Wolves have been going missing, and we found two dead bodies in the forest. I was sent to warn our Luna and Alpha.”

Yoongi’s expression shifted immediately. “Taehyung and Jungkook.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise. “You know?”

A small smirk played on Yoongi’s lips. “I do. I’ve been keeping an eye on them for a while now.”

Jimin exhaled in relief. “Then… you’ll take me to them?”

Yoongi nodded. “First thing in the morning. You’re too exhausted to go anywhere right now.” He eyed Jimin carefully. “But know this—I don’t care if you already have a mate. My wolf has recognized you as mine, and I’m not going to ignore that.”

Jimin shivered at the intensity in Yoongi’s voice, but he stayed silent. He had too much to deal with already. Right now, he needed to focus on his mission.

Tomorrow, he would meet Taehyung and Jungkook.

And nothing would be the same after that.

Chapter 15: Unveiling the Unbelievable

The night stretched endlessly as Taehyung sat in the dimly lit study of his mansion, a glass of whiskey in his hand, untouched. His sharp eyes were locked onto the small device in front of him—the source of his current turmoil.

A sleek, black ring with the Kim Enterprises insignia rested on the table, gleaming under the soft glow of the lamp. It was an item he had given to his closest members, a mark of loyalty—a simple accessory they believed symbolized their allegiance to him.

But none of them knew the deeper truth behind it.

Embedded within was a micro voice recorder, programmed to activate whenever he wished. It wasn’t meant for surveillance or mistrust—it was merely a failsafe. Knowledge is power, and power is survival.

Tonight, that very knowledge had sent his entire belief system crumbling.

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes as the voice replayed in his head—Jungkook’s voice.

“Taehyung is not just any human… He’s the reincarnation of my past lover, my alpha, and the rightful ruler of the werewolves. And I… I’m his Luna.”

Taehyung gripped the arms of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white. The words echoed in his mind like an unrelenting storm.

“A werewolf?”

It was ridiculous. Unbelievable. Yet, something deep inside him… resonated with it.

He had always been different. The dreams—the flashes of a life he never lived but felt too real. The way his instincts sharpened in moments of anger, the unnatural possessiveness he felt over Jungkook, the way his eyes had glowed blood red at the bar.

And now… Jungkook, the man who had haunted his thoughts, had confirmed it.

Taehyung reached for the glass and took a long sip, letting the alcohol burn down his throat. His mind raced, searching for logic—an explanation that didn’t involve supernatural nonsense.

This must be some twisted game. Jungkook must be trying to manipulate me.

But the conviction in his voice, the urgency… It wasn’t a lie.

His lips curled into a smirk as a new thought entered his mind. Jungkook wants me to fall in love with him… He wants me to embrace this destiny.

Fine.

If that’s what Jungkook wanted, then he would give him exactly that.

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. Let’s see how you handle it when I start playing along, Jungkook.

A sharp knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

“Come in,” he commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos in his mind.

The door opened, and Min-Yu entered, bowing slightly. “Boss, your midnight security report.” He handed over a file and hesitated. “Is everything alright, sir?”

Taehyung’s sharp gaze flickered toward him. “Do I look like someone who is not alright?”

Min-Yu stiffened. “No, sir. My apologies.”

Taehyung waved him off. “Leave.”

As the door shut behind him, he let out a long breath. His fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of the glass, his thoughts drifting back to Jungkook. What else was he hiding? What else had he lied about?

One thing was certain—he wasn’t going to rest until he got the truth.

And Jungkook…

He was going to give it to him, whether he wanted to or not.

Chapter 16: The Game Begins

The morning sun barely peeked through the blinds of Kim Taehyung’s office as he sat behind his grand mahogany desk, a smug smirk playing on his lips. Today was the day he would begin his little game—a game where he would let Jungkook believe he was falling for him.

Taehyung knew Jungkook wanted him to fall in love, to accept him, to remember a past that was still locked away in shadows. If Jungkook wanted to play, then Taehyung would play along, but on his terms. And while doing so, he would dig into the truth—into what Jungkook was really hiding.

His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk as he recalled the words from last night. “Taehyung is not just any human… He’s the reincarnation of my past lover.”

His jaw clenched slightly. If Jungkook thought he could simply dictate his fate, he was wrong. Taehyung had spent years building himself into the ruthless, untouchable man he was today. No past, no prophecy, no wolf nonsense would change that. But… if Jungkook wanted him to believe, then he’d make him believe he was.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Come in.”

Jungkook stepped in, dressed in his usual tailored suit, his expression unreadable but his eyes scanning Taehyung carefully.

“Good morning, sir,” Jungkook greeted, his voice laced with professional detachment. Yet, Taehyung didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed slightly, as if he were anticipating something.

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, letting a lazy smirk form on his lips. “Morning, Jungkook.”

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. It wasn’t like Taehyung to greet him so smoothly. Usually, their conversations started with cold indifference or sharp commands.

“Is there something wrong?” Jungkook asked, suspicious.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly. “Can’t I just appreciate having a capable employee like you?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You don’t usually do that.”

“Maybe I’ve had a change of heart.” Taehyung stood, walking around his desk and stopping just a few inches from Jungkook. “Or maybe… I’m starting to see you in a different light.”

Jungkook stiffened. His wolf stirred inside him, unsure whether to feel hopeful or wary.

Taehyung chuckled. Hook, line, and sinker.

Before Jungkook could respond, the door burst open, and Min-Yu stormed in.

“Sir, I—” he paused, his eyes darting between Taehyung and Jungkook, as if sensing something was off.

Taehyung sighed, annoyed at the interruption. “What is it?”

“There’s been a report of missing shipment details from last night’s deal. I came to inform you immediately,” Min-Yu said hastily, casting a side glance at Jungkook as if he were still holding a grudge from yesterday’s events.

Jungkook, on the other hand, kept his expression neutral, though he could sense Min-Yu’s resentment. It didn’t matter. His only concern was Taehyung.

Taehyung nodded. “I’ll handle it. Now leave.”

Min-Yu hesitated but eventually left, closing the door behind him.

Jungkook finally exhaled. “What was that about?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Just business. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me from now on, Jungkook.”

Jungkook gulped. There was something dangerous yet inviting in the way Taehyung said that. His wolf ached to get closer, but something in his human instincts told him to be careful.

Whatever Taehyung was planning, Jungkook could sense it was only the beginning. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for the storm it would bring.

Chapter 17: A Fateful Reunion

The morning sun peeked over the towering skyline of Seoul, casting a golden hue over the city as the employees of Kim Enterprises moved about, preparing for another workday. Inside the massive office building, Jungkook sat at his desk, fingers idly tapping against the polished surface, lost in his thoughts.

The last encounter with Taehyung was different—Taehyung’s unsettling behavior. There was something off about the way Taehyung had looked at him lately, as if he were planning something, and Jungkook wasn’t sure if he liked it.

A soft knock on his door pulled him from his daze. He straightened up just as Yoongi entered, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"You look like hell," Yoongi remarked, sitting on the edge of Jungkook’s desk.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the observation. Anything else you want to add?"

Yoongi chuckled. "Actually, yes. There’s someone waiting for you in the break room."

Jungkook frowned. "Who?"

"An omega. Your kind."

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, his heartbeat quickening. He didn’t need to ask—it was Jimin.

Without another word, he stood up, ignoring the way Yoongi’s smirk deepened as he practically rushed out of the office.

The Break Room

Jungkook stepped into the break room, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto a familiar figure standing near the window, clutching a cup of coffee with both hands.

Jimin.

The omega turned at the sound of the door, his doe eyes widening as they landed on Jungkook. The cup in his hands trembled slightly before he quickly set it down, rushing toward him.

"Jungkook!" Jimin’s voice was filled with relief as he threw his arms around him.

Jungkook hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around Jimin, inhaling his familiar scent. Home. It had been so long since he had felt something this close to it.

"I can’t believe I finally found you," Jimin murmured, pulling back slightly to look at him. "We’ve been searching for so long. The pack… everyone’s worried."

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know… but I had to be here. I had to stay close to him."

Jimin’s gaze softened with understanding. "Taehyung."

Jungkook nodded. "He’s starting to change, Jimin. I don’t know if it’s his wolf waking up or something else, but he’s—he’s dangerous. And yet, I…"

"You still love him," Jimin finished quietly.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. "It’s more than love. It’s fate. I can’t let him slip away. Not again."

Jimin took a deep breath. "That’s why I came here, Jungkook. There’s trouble back home. Wolves are disappearing. Hoseok found dead bodies in the forest. We think the trueblood alpha’s followers are getting bolder. Namjoon and Jin are worried."

Jungkook stiffened. The trueblood alpha. The very reason their kind lived in fear. The very reason Taehyung had died in his past life.

"And what do they want me to do?" Jungkook asked, though he already knew the answer.

"They need their Luna back," Jimin whispered. "They need their alpha. They need Taehyung."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his hands balling into fists. He had waited for this moment, prepared for it even, but hearing it now—it made everything feel too real.

"Then we have no choice," he muttered. "It’s time to wake him up."

Jimin nodded, determination flashing in his eyes. "Then let’s do it together."

And just like that, the pieces were set in motion.

The game had officially begun.

Taehyung's Office

Across the building, in the highest office of Kim Enterprises, Taehyung sat at his desk, a cold smirk playing on his lips as he listened intently through the hidden microphone embedded in his ring. His fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair as every single word Jungkook and Jimin exchanged flowed through the small earpiece in his ear.

“They need Taehyung.”

Taehyung chuckled darkly, swirling the whiskey in his glass. So Jungkook wanted to wake him up? He wanted to make him remember?

How amusing.

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he whispered to himself, “Let’s see how long you can play this game, Jungkook… because I’ve already started playing mine.”

Chapter 18: A Dangerous Move

Taehyung sat in his grand office, fingers interlocked as he stared at the large cityscape beyond the glass window. His mind was racing, replaying the conversation he had secretly overheard between Jungkook and Jimin. The revelation of the trueblood alpha, the looming danger, and Jungkook’s unwavering devotion to him—it was all crucial information.

But what intrigued him the most was Jimin himself.

Unlike Yoongi and Jungkook, who were forces to be reckoned with, Jimin was different. He was softer, more delicate, and most importantly, a weak point. A weakness he could use.

A slow smirk curled on Taehyung’s lips. If Jungkook and Yoongi were keeping secrets, then he would force them to reveal everything. And Jimin was going to help him do that—whether he wanted to or not.

The Kidnapping

It was almost noon when Yoongi left his apartment for work, leaving Jimin behind with a promise to return in the evening. The omega had insisted he would be fine, claiming he needed rest after traveling so far the night before.

He shouldn’t have been so trusting.

The moment Yoongi's car disappeared down the road, Taehyung’s men moved in.

A knock echoed through the quiet apartment. Jimin, feeling slightly cautious, approached the door and peeked through the peephole. Seeing nothing suspicious, he hesitantly unlocked it.

That was his first mistake.

The moment the door opened, a hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his startled gasp. Before he could struggle, two more men stepped in, swiftly restraining him. Jimin’s eyes widened in terror as he thrashed against them, but it was no use.

A sharp prick on his neck. A sedative.

His vision blurred, his body weakening, and the last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was the dark, looming figure of Taehyung standing at the doorway, watching with an unreadable expression.

A Prisoner of Kim Taehyung

When Jimin finally woke up, his body felt heavy. His head throbbed as he tried to move, but his wrists were bound behind him. Panic surged through him as he looked around.

He was in an unfamiliar room, dimly lit, the scent of leather and expensive cologne filling the air. He tried to shift, but the restraints kept him in place.

Then, he saw him.

Taehyung.

Sitting across from him in an armchair, legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine as if this were nothing more than a casual meeting. His gaze was cold, calculating, as he finally met Jimin’s fearful eyes.

"Good, you're awake," Taehyung murmured, swirling the liquid in his glass lazily. "That makes things easier."

Jimin swallowed hard, his heart pounding. "W-why am I here? What do you want?"

Taehyung leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Answers. And you, little omega, are going to give them to me."

Jimin’s blood ran cold. He knew this wasn’t just about him.

This was about Jungkook.

Jimin clenched his jaw. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Taehyung chuckled, but there was no amusement in it. "Loyal, are we? How admirable. But I have ways of making you talk."

Jimin’s pulse quickened, but he refused to break. He wouldn’t betray Jungkook. No matter what Taehyung did, he would never reveal the truth.

Taehyung exhaled, standing up and walking toward Jimin. He crouched in front of him, gripping his chin firmly, forcing him to look into his dark, piercing eyes.

"We’ll see how long that stubbornness lasts, little omega," he whispered, his voice laced with quiet menace.

Jimin’s heart pounded, but he held his ground.

He wouldn’t say a word.

Chapter 19: The Realization

Yoongi stepped into his apartment, expecting the familiar scent of his mate to greet him. But the air was unsettlingly still.

His wolf tensed immediately. Something was wrong.

He took a slow, deliberate sniff, trying to catch any trace of Jimin’s scent, but all he could sense was the lingering odor of humans—strangers. His sharp eyes scanned the space, his heart pounding in his chest as unease settled deep in his gut.

“Jimin?” he called out, his voice echoing in the empty apartment.

No response.

Yoongi’s breath quickened. He stormed into the bedroom, the kitchen, even the bathroom—searching for any sign of his mate. But Jimin was gone.

And the lack of any wolf scent confirmed it: Jimin had been kidnapped.

A low growl rumbled in his throat, his fists clenching. Who dared to take his mate? His instincts screamed at him, demanding he tear apart anyone who had touched Jimin.

With shaking hands, he pulled out his phone and immediately dialed Jungkook.

The call connected on the first ring.

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice came through, tense and alert.

“Jimin’s gone,” Yoongi hissed, pacing furiously. “Someone took him while I was at work. There’s no trace of any wolf—only humans.”

There was a sharp silence on the other end before Jungkook cursed under his breath. “I’m on my way.”

Jungkook’s Confirmation

Fifteen minutes later, Jungkook arrived, his eyes already glowing with restrained fury. He pushed past Yoongi, inhaling deeply as he stepped into the apartment.

It took him mere seconds to catch the scent.

His body went rigid, his jaw tightening as rage built inside him. It was unmistakable.

Yoongi immediately noticed the shift in Jungkook’s expression. “What is it?”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a snarl, his fists shaking at his sides.

“Taehyung,” he muttered, voice laced with pure venom. “Taehyung took him.”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, his wolf pushing dangerously close to the surface. “That bastard,” he growled. “I’ll rip him apart.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, trying to rein in his fury. His mind was racing—why would Taehyung take Jimin? Was it to use him as leverage? To punish Jungkook? Or did he simply want to break him?

One thing was clear.

Jimin was in danger. And they needed to get him back.

Chapter 20: A Test of Will

Jimin sat on the cold chair, his wrists bound tightly behind his back. His entire body ached from struggling, but he refused to show weakness. Taehyung stood in front of him, arms crossed, his dark eyes scanning Jimin with unnerving intensity.

The room was dimly lit, shadows casting eerie shapes across the walls. Jimin had been here for hours, yet Taehyung hadn’t laid a single hand on him. No threats, no violence—just silence and occasional questions.

But that was about to change.

The heavy door creaked open, and Taehyung’s men dragged in a small, trembling child. Jimin’s breath hitched as he took in the sight—a boy no older than six, his big teary eyes filled with terror. He was dirty, bruises visible on his tiny arms, and his lips quivered as he clutched onto the sleeve of the man holding him.

Jimin’s heart pounded in his chest.

Taehyung knelt beside the boy, gently ruffling his hair in a disturbingly calm manner. “Do you know why you’re here, Jimin?” Taehyung’s voice was smooth, almost soothing, but Jimin could hear the deadly edge beneath it.

Jimin clenched his jaw, refusing to respond.

Taehyung let out a small sigh and then, without warning, pulled a gun from his holster. He cocked it and placed the barrel against the child’s temple. The boy whimpered, his body trembling violently as he shut his eyes tight.

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat. His entire body went rigid. “Stop!” he gasped, his voice hoarse with panic. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Taehyung tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “You see, I have very little patience, Jimin. And since you refuse to talk, I figured a little… persuasion was needed.” His finger hovered over the trigger. “Tell me everything, or this child dies.”

Jimin’s body shook with rage and helplessness. His omega instincts screamed at him to protect, to shield the innocent. He couldn’t let this child die—he wouldn’t.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the boy. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered before glaring at Taehyung. “You’re a monster.”

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “That’s not an answer.”

Jimin’s lips trembled as he exhaled shakily. He had no choice.

“I’ll talk,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please… just don’t hurt him.”

Taehyung’s smirk widened, his grip on the gun loosening slightly. He signaled the guards to leave and then sat on the chair like a king, pulling the child onto his lap. His gaze was piercing as he leaned back, watching Jimin closely.

“Why are you all here?” he asked, his voice calm but demanding. “You three are not one of us. Tell me.”

Jimin hesitated, his throat dry, but the sight of the terrified child forced his resolve to break. His voice was barely above a whisper as he finally answered Taehyung’s question, revealing the truth he had fought so hard to keep hidden.

“We came here because of you,” Jimin admitted, swallowing hard. “You are… not just a human. You are something more—something beyond what you can comprehend.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes but remained silent, urging Jimin to continue.

“You were reborn. You are the reincarnation of someone from the past—a powerful soul meant to return. And you… you are tied to him in ways you don’t understand yet.” Jimin clenched his fists, his voice trembling with the weight of his words. “He came here to ensure your safety. To protect you from forces that will try to destroy him… and you.”

Taehyung's expression darkened, his fingers tightening around the child for a brief moment before relaxing. “And who exactly is after him, us?”

Jimin’s breathing was uneven. “The Trueblood Alpha… the one who ruled before. He’s coming back, and he wants Jungkook—he wants him under his control. If you think what you’ve seen so far is dangerous, you have no idea what’s coming. He is coming to take your Luna, to take Jungkook from you. You need to remember your true identity. You are nothing in front of him as a human. He will kill you with the snap of his fingers.”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched, his mind racing. The weight of Jimin’s words settled over him, and for the first time in a long while, uncertainty flickered in his gaze.

This was more than a mere game of power. This was war.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, his eyes cold and calculating. “Shift into your wolf,” he ordered, his voice laced with finality. “I want to make sure you are really not human.”

Jimin stiffened at the command. His heart pounded, fear flickering in his eyes. He hesitated for a long moment before whispering, “Bring me a blanket… and a new pair of clothes.”

Taehyung raised a brow but complied, messaging for one of his men to retrieve them. Jimin exhaled shakily, bracing himself. The moment the blanket was placed over him, his body tensed.

And then, in a heartbeat, his clothes shredded apart as his form shifted—bones cracking, muscles twisting, fur sprouting. A brilliant white wolf with piercing blue eyes now stood before Taehyung, panting heavily.

Taehyung’s breath hitched. His fingers curled into the chair’s armrests as he stared at the magnificent creature before him.

It was true. Jimin wasn’t human.

And if Jimin wasn’t, then neither was Jungkook. Neither was Yoongi.

Neither was he.

Chapter 21: An Interrupted Interrogation

The heavy doors of the room were suddenly flung open with a loud crash, the force shaking the walls. Before Taehyung could react, a furious Yoongi stormed in, his eyes blazing with unrestrained anger, followed closely by a tense but composed Jungkook. The atmosphere shifted instantly, charged with hostility.

Taehyung barely had time to process their arrival before Yoongi's fist connected with his jaw in a brutal punch, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Taehyung stumbled back, his head snapping to the side, a metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He licked his split lip, tilting his head slightly, amused despite the force of the hit.

"You bastard!" Yoongi growled, his voice low and dangerous. "How dare you force him to shift?!"

Jungkook, standing between them now, quickly grabbed Yoongi’s arm before he could strike again. "Enough," Jungkook said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We need to get Jimin out of here first."

Jimin, still in his white wolf form, was trembling from exhaustion. His blue eyes darted toward Yoongi, relief washing over him at the sight of his mate. Yoongi immediately moved to his side, his rage momentarily forgotten as he pulled a blanket around Jimin’s form. He ran his fingers gently through the wolf’s fur, murmuring soft words of comfort.

After a moment, Jimin slowly shifted back into his human form, his body weak and shaking. The torn remnants of his previous clothes were useless, and Yoongi quickly draped a fresh set over him, shielding him from prying eyes. As he helped Jimin dress, his arms instinctively wrapped around his omega, his nose burying against Jimin’s neck. A deep, possessive growl rumbled from Yoongi’s chest as he inhaled his mate’s scent, grounding himself in the familiar warmth.

Jimin let out a shaky breath, leaning into the touch, his own hands clutching at Yoongi’s sleeves. Tears welled in his eyes as the realization of what had happened fully sank in.

"He knows everything now," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling. "Taehyung… knows everything."

Jungkook’s gaze snapped toward Taehyung, his eyes dark with fury. "Why did you do this?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low.

Taehyung didn’t answer immediately. He sat back in his chair, watching the scene unfold, still processing everything he had learned. The truth was beyond anything he had imagined. Werewolves, reincarnations, past lovers—it was insanity, and yet, Jungkook’s presence, his very existence, made it all feel real.

Jungkook clenched his fists, his patience running thin. "You had no right to do this to Jimin."

Taehyung smirked, wiping the blood from his lip once more. "I had every right. If you expect me to believe in all of this, I needed proof. And now, I have it."

Yoongi growled lowly, his protective instincts flaring. "You think this is some kind of game, Kim Taehyung?"

Taehyung leaned forward, his sharp eyes locking onto Jungkook’s. "No, Jungkook. This is war. And I intend to win."

The air was thick with tension, the weight of everything that had transpired settling between them. Jungkook knew this was just the beginning. Taehyung had the information he wanted, but at what cost? And what would he do with it now?

One thing was certain—this wasn’t over. Not even close.

Chapter 22: A Dangerous Proposition

The night after the confrontation left Taehyung restless. His mind was a whirlwind of questions, theories, and an undeniable craving for control. Werewolves. Mates. Reincarnation. It sounded ridiculous, like something straight out of a myth, yet he had seen it with his own eyes—Jimin shifting into a wolf, trembling under the weight of forced transformation. There was no denying it anymore.

Taehyung spent the night digging through every possible source of information he could find—ancient texts, hidden archives, anything that spoke about the existence of werewolves. He learned about packs, the hierarchy, the importance of bonds. But what intrigued him the most was the concept of fated mates.

Jungkook was his. His Luna.

A slow, wicked smile curled on Taehyung’s lips. If this bond was real, then Jungkook belonged to him in every possible way.

The next morning, Taehyung sent for Jungkook, summoning him to his office. He leaned back in his chair, composed and unreadable as Jungkook stepped inside. The younger man’s expression was sharp, guarded, but Taehyung knew how to break through defenses.

“You called for me?” Jungkook’s voice was laced with suspicion.

Taehyung didn’t bother with words. He stood from his chair, walking toward Jungkook with slow, deliberate steps. Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung grabbed his chin, tilting his face up, and crashed their lips together in a forceful, dominating kiss.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. He struggled, his hands shoving against Taehyung’s chest, trying to push him away. But Taehyung was stronger, his grip unyielding as he deepened the kiss. Jungkook let out a muffled sound of protest, his body tense, fists clenching. After a few moments of struggling, he finally managed to push Taehyung back with a sharp shove, breaking the kiss with a furious glare.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jungkook snapped, wiping his lips aggressively as if trying to erase the touch.

Taehyung chuckled darkly, his tongue running over his lower lip. “Why are you acting so surprised, Jungkook? You said it yourself—you’re my mate. My Luna.” He took a step forward again, voice dropping into something dangerously low. “So why not let me claim you properly?”

Jungkook's body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat. The audacity, the arrogance—it made his blood boil. “You think this is a game, Taehyung?” His voice was sharp, laced with barely restrained fury. “You don’t understand anything about mates, about the bond. You can’t just force it.”

Taehyung tilted his head, his smirk unwavering. “Why not? You belong to me, Jungkook. You said it yourself—Lunas stand by their Alpha.”

Jungkook clenched his fists. “That doesn’t mean you can just—”

“Let me fuck you.”

The bluntness of the words made the room feel suffocating. Jungkook took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re insane,” he whispered, his voice laced with equal parts anger and something dangerously close to betrayal.

Taehyung only chuckled, watching Jungkook’s every move with amusement. “You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you feel it too, don’t you?” His voice was dripping with confidence, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “This pull between us. You know it’s real.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his breathing unsteady. He hated how Taehyung could toy with his emotions so easily, how his words clawed their way into Jungkook’s mind. But this wasn’t about attraction. It was about control, and he refused to be controlled.

“I’m not yours to claim,” Jungkook seethed, his voice unwavering despite the storm raging inside him. “And you will never force me into submission.”

Taehyung’s expression darkened slightly, the amusement in his eyes flickering. “We’ll see about that, baby boy.”

Jungkook turned on his heel, storming out of the office, leaving Taehyung standing there, smirking to himself.

The game had only just begun.

Later that night, Jungkook lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Taehyung’s words echoed in his mind, refusing to fade. He hated how his body reacted, how his wolf stirred at the mere thought of the man.

Denying the bond was becoming harder.

If Taehyung was truly his fated mate, then fighting him would only bring more suffering. But submitting to him? That was something Jungkook wasn’t sure he was ready for.

With a frustrated sigh, he turned to his side, clenching his eyes shut.

One thing was certain—this wasn’t over. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, Taehyung had already started to break through his walls.

Chapter 23: The Midnight Intruder

The night stretched long and restless for Taehyung. No matter how much he tried, sleep evaded him like a shadow in the dark. His mind was in chaos, replaying the events of the day—Jungkook’s furious eyes, his sharp words, the undeniable tension between them. It was intoxicating.

He sat on the plush leather sofa in his dimly lit room, one hand lazily swirling the whiskey in his glass, the other resting against his temple. The sound of the wind brushing against the balcony doors was the only noise accompanying his thoughts.

Then, in the blink of an eye, a blur of movement.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the room as the glass door to his balcony swung open. Taehyung’s sharp eyes caught the sight of a massive black wolf leaping inside with the grace of a shadow. The creature landed effortlessly, its fur sleek like midnight, its stance both regal and predatory.

But what stunned Taehyung the most were its eyes—vivid, mesmerizing purple, glowing even under the dim lights. They were unlike anything he had ever seen, beautiful yet holding an eerie familiarity.

For a rare moment, Taehyung found himself frozen, entranced by the breathtaking sight before him. The wolf’s heavy breathing filled the silence, its sharp gaze locked onto him with equal shock.

A long, charged moment passed before Taehyung finally broke the silence.

Smirking lazily, he tilted his head, letting his whiskey glass rest against his knee. “Weren’t omegas supposed to be soft-colored?” His voice dripped with amusement, watching as the wolf flinched, recognition flickering in those glowing eyes.

The trance shattered.

Jungkook—because who else could it be—let out a low, irritated growl. The sound sent a shiver through the air, but Taehyung remained unbothered, merely watching him with quiet curiosity. The omega’s ears flicked back, his muscles tensed, as if debating whether to lunge or flee.

Taehyung leaned forward, his smirk deepening. “Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night? If you wanted me so badly, you could’ve just knocked, baby boy.”

Jungkook bared his fangs slightly, his tail flicking with irritation. He had planned to slip in undetected, to observe Taehyung while he was asleep, to confirm what his instincts had been screaming at him. But he had been caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Taehyung to be awake, watching him with those sharp, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through him.

A silent standoff lingered between them, thick with tension, unspoken words hanging in the air.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly, his gaze turning almost predatory. "Well? Are you just going to stand there looking pretty, or do you have something to say?"

Jungkook’s wolf form rumbled with irritation before, in a swift motion, he turned and bolted back toward the balcony. With one powerful leap, he disappeared into the night, leaving Taehyung sitting there, the smirk still playing on his lips.

He chuckled to himself, taking another sip of his whiskey.

“Oh, Jungkook… the more you run, the more I’ll want to chase.”

Taehyung exhaled sharply, running his tongue over his lower lip, his body still thrumming with the intensity of the moment. He downed the rest of his whiskey, staring at the empty glass before setting it aside.

Before he could process it further, the balcony door creaked open once again.

Jungkook had returned.

This time, he shifted, his human form appearing in the dim moonlight. he was necked, the sharp lines of his muscles catching the faint glow, but before stepping inside, he grabbed one of Taehyung’s shirts from a nearby chair, slipping it over himself with ease.

His gaze met Taehyung’s, and this time, there was no hesitation.

“Do it,” Jungkook said, his voice barely above a whisper, but it held an undeniable weight.

Taehyung’s smirk slowly returned, standing from his seat as he approached the omega with measured steps. He tilted Jungkook’s chin up with two fingers, eyes dark with intent.

“Oh, baby boy…” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement and something far more dangerous. “You’re finally ready to be mine?”

Jungkook swallowed but didn’t look away. Instead, he stood firm, as if challenging him.

The game had taken a new turn.

Chapter 24: The Awakening

Taehyung wasted no time.

The moment Jungkook stepped back into his room, wearing nothing but the oversized shirt he had stolen, Taehyung’s patience snapped. With a firm grip, he pushed Jungkook onto the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. There was no hesitation in his movements, no second thoughts. He was rough, dominant—driven by an instinct he barely understood.

Jungkook didn’t stop him.

His breath hitched as Taehyung hovered over him, pinning him down with nothing but his presence. The air between them crackled with something primal, something raw. Taehyung’s fingers traced over Jungkook’s exposed collarbone, gripping onto his skin like a predator claiming its prey.

Then, it happened.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Taehyung’s chest, vibrating through the air like a warning, a promise. His body stiffened, and his eyes flickered—once, twice—before shifting completely into a deep, menacing blood-red hue.

Jungkook’s smirk widened, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. So, it’s starting.

This was part of his plan all along.

In the past, he and Vante never had the luxury of claiming each other. They were always running, always fighting, their love buried beneath war and survival. Jungkook had never been marked, never been claimed—not by Vante, not by anyone. But now, here he was, beneath his reborn alpha, the weight of destiny pressing down on them.

And Taehyung’s wolf knew it.

His instincts were clawing to the surface, demanding what was rightfully his. His mate. His Luna.

Taehyung’s grip on Jungkook’s wrist tightened, his breathing ragged, his pupils dilated. A dark chuckle escaped Jungkook’s lips as he tilted his head back slightly, exposing more of his neck in an almost taunting manner.

“What’s wrong, Taehyung?” he whispered, voice laced with challenge. “Your wolf wants to claim me, doesn’t he?”

Taehyung growled again, sharper this time, his nails digging into Jungkook’s skin. The battle inside him was evident. He was losing control, instincts overpowering reason, his wolf demanding to take, to mark, to own.

Jungkook’s heart pounded, excitement thrumming through his veins. He had waited for this—for Taehyung’s wolf to awaken, to remember what they once were, what they could be again.

Taehyung’s lips parted, fangs slightly elongating, his breath hot against Jungkook’s skin. His fingers trailed down Jungkook’s throat, stopping right where a mark should be—a mark that was never there in their past life.

With a sudden move, Taehyung yanked Jungkook’s shirt open, the fabric tearing under his strength. Jungkook gasped, but his lips curled into a pleased smirk, his body arching beneath Taehyung’s touch. Heat radiated between them, their breaths mingling, the tension thick enough to suffocate.

“You think you can handle me?” Taehyung murmured darkly, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s jaw. His fingers traced lower, pressing into the firm muscles of Jungkook’s torso, his wolf growling in approval. “You’re mine, Jungkook. My mate. My Luna.”

Jungkook shuddered, his own instincts kicking in. His fingers curled around Taehyung’s wrist, his nails pressing into the skin, a silent dare. “Then prove it.”

Taehyung’s patience snapped. He crushed his lips against Jungkook’s, devouring him in a bruising, possessive kiss. His hands roamed freely, tracing every inch of Jungkook’s body, mapping him out as if he needed to memorize him. Jungkook moaned against his lips, hips rolling up to meet Taehyung’s weight.

The friction ignited something dangerous inside Taehyung. His wolf snarled, satisfaction coursing through him as Jungkook melted beneath him. Their bodies moved in sync, feverish, desperate. Every touch, every kiss was a battle for dominance, but Taehyung had no intention of letting Jungkook win.

His mouth trailed down, biting and sucking at Jungkook’s skin, leaving faint bruises behind. Jungkook’s fingers tangled in Taehyung’s hair, tugging sharply, earning a low groan from his alpha. Their breaths came in ragged pants, the world around them fading until only the heat between them remained.

“Mark me,” Jungkook pleaded, his voice raw with desire, his omega instincts overriding all logic. “Do it, Taehyung. Claim me.”

Taehyung hesitated, his fangs hovering over Jungkook’s throat. His wolf roared for him to bite down, to seal their bond forever. But deep down, a part of him resisted. Not yet. Not until Jungkook truly surrendered to him—not out of desperation, but out of pure, undeniable love.

Instead, he growled against Jungkook’s skin, a dark promise in his voice. “Not tonight, baby boy. But soon. Very soon.”

Jungkook whimpered in frustration, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed.

The night was far from over.

Chapter 25: The Memories Return

Taehyung lay still, his bare back resting against the silk sheets as he stared at the ceiling. The golden morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Beside him, Jungkook slept soundly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His dark lashes fanned over his cheeks, lips slightly parted, looking utterly serene—completely unaware of the storm raging within Taehyung’s mind.

Memories flooded in, crashing over him like relentless waves. Vante. The past. Their love. Their war. The blood. The loss.

He could see it all now. The first time he had laid eyes on Jungkook, the way their souls had intertwined even before they truly knew each other. The stolen touches, the whispered promises, the battles fought side by side. The pain of their separation, the helplessness of watching Jungkook suffer under the tyranny of the trueblood alpha. The last moments of his past life—protecting his mate, sealing him away, swearing that he would return.

And now, he had.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

Yet, despite the flood of memories, there was something missing. His wolf.

He could remember everything—his power, his purpose, his mate—but he couldn’t feel his wolf stirring within him. It was as if a part of him was still locked away, waiting, resisting.

Taehyung’s gaze shifted to Jungkook, observing him in the golden morning light. His mate, his Luna. His to claim, his to tame.

Jungkook had changed. The once shy and obedient omega he knew was now cunning, challenging, daring. Taehyung chuckled quietly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along Jungkook’s exposed shoulder. This new side of Jungkook fascinated him, ignited something deep within him.

They had finished at dawn, the clock now reading close to eight in the morning, yet exhaustion was nowhere to be found in Taehyung’s body. His instincts were restless, his mind buzzing with thoughts.

He had been the one in control last night, allowing Jungkook to push him to the edge, letting his instincts consume him. But Jungkook should know better. Alphas don’t get tamed. They do the taming.

“Oh, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his mate’s forehead. “You’re going to be so much fun.”

His smirk deepened as he envisioned the battles yet to come—not against their enemies, but against each other. The push and pull, the fight for dominance, the slow unraveling of whatever game Jungkook thought he was playing.

Because Taehyung would win. He always did.

And by the time he was done, Jungkook wouldn’t just be his Luna—he’d be begging to be his.

But before that, he had something else to take care of. He had already decided—once his empire in the human world was fully settled, he would leave it behind. The business, the crime syndicate, all of it. He would reclaim what was rightfully his, return to the world he was truly meant to rule.

A world where he was not just a king of men but a king of beasts.

His hand tightened slightly around Jungkook’s waist. Soon.

Chapter 26: The Morning After

Jungkook stirred, the warmth of the bed and the lingering scent of musk and spice surrounding him. His body ached deliciously, a reminder of the night before. As his senses slowly awakened, realization hit him—he was in Taehyung’s bed.

His eyes snapped open, heart pounding as flashes of last night replayed in his mind. The way Taehyung had touched him, taken him, owned him. His face burned as he buried himself under the silk sheets, groaning into the pillow. How could he have been so shameless? So weak under Taehyung’s touch?

He needed to leave before Taehyung came back.

Just as he pushed himself up, the sound of water stopping from the bathroom made him freeze. He barely had time to compose himself before the door opened, releasing a cloud of steam.

And then—there he was.

Taehyung stepped out, clad in nothing but black silk boxers, droplets of water sliding down his sculpted chest, disappearing into the waistband. His damp hair clung to his forehead, his eyes sharp and amused as he met Jungkook’s wide gaze.

Jungkook’s breath hitched. Fuck.

He quickly looked away, but Taehyung had already caught him.

“You’re shameless,” Taehyung mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he ran a towel over his damp locks. “Checking me out so openly in the morning?”

Jungkook scoffed, forcing himself to meet Taehyung’s gaze, his pride refusing to let him back down. “You walked out practically naked. What do you expect?”

Taehyung chuckled, stepping closer to the bed, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh? So you admit you were looking?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the heat from creeping up his neck. “Not my fault you put everything on display.”

Taehyung hummed, leaning down slightly, his bare chest now dangerously close. “You didn’t seem so shy last night.”

Jungkook clenched the sheets, feeling the ghost of Taehyung’s touch all over again. He refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing him flustered. “That was different.”

Taehyung grinned, loving every second of this. “How so?”

Jungkook huffed, changing the subject before Taehyung could tease him further. “Do you remember anything now?”

At that, Taehyung straightened, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm… no. I still don’t feel my wolf.”

Jungkook frowned. “But—”

“But,” Taehyung cut him off, eyes darkening with amusement. “I do remember every detail of last night.”

Jungkook’s breath caught as Taehyung’s fingers brushed against his jaw. “The way you begged, the way you clawed at me, how desperate you sounded…”

“Shut up,” Jungkook snapped, shoving him away, but his face was already burning.

Taehyung only laughed, the sound deep and satisfied. “Oh, Jungkook. If this is how you react in the morning, I can’t wait to see how you’ll act tonight.”

Jungkook threw a pillow at his face. Taehyung was going to be the death of him.

Groaning, Jungkook slid out of bed, grabbing the closest thing he could find from Taehyung’s wardrobe—a plain white shirt and black sweatpants. As he pulled the shirt over his head, Taehyung leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smirk.

“You’re really getting comfortable in my clothes, aren’t you?” Taehyung teased.

Jungkook shot him a glare. “Not like I have much of a choice.”

“Well, since you’re so comfortable,” Taehyung mused, crossing his arms, “don’t be late for the office.”

Jungkook froze mid-movement. “Office?”

Taehyung smirked, tilting his head. “You’re still my employee, aren’t you?”

Jungkook groaned, rubbing his temples. Of all the things he had to remember, it had to be that.

Chapter 27: Unexpected Visit

Jungkook cursed under his breath as he sprinted through the city streets, his breath coming out in short huffs. He was late—by more than an hour. His usual punctuality was completely ruined thanks to last night. And now, without his phone or money to catch a cab, he had to make his way on foot. Shifting was out of the question. It was broad daylight, and being spotted would cause unnecessary trouble.

He exhaled sharply as he finally approached the towering Kim Enterprises building, his workplace. He straightened his posture, ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, and pushed through the glass doors, ignoring the curious glances from a few employees in the lobby.

But the moment he stepped onto his office floor, he knew something was off.

The usual low murmurs, the clicking of keyboards, and the rustling of papers were absent. The entire space was eerily silent, as if everyone was holding their breath. Jungkook’s sharp instincts kicked in as his gaze swept across the floor. Every employee was glued to their desk, heads down, working in unnatural stillness.

Then, he caught it.

That scent.

His mate’s scent.

His eyes darkened as he turned toward his office. The door was slightly ajar, as if inviting him in. A slow exhale left his lips as he stepped forward and pushed it open.

There, sitting comfortably in Jungkook’s chair, was Taehyung.

A smug smirk curved the mafia king’s lips as he lazily leaned back, his sharp gaze fixed on Jungkook, as if he had been expecting him.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. So this was the reason for the suffocating atmosphere outside. His employees weren’t just working quietly—they were terrified. Taehyung’s mere presence was enough to send waves of unease through the entire floor.

Taehyung chuckled, tapping his fingers against the armrest. “You’re late, baby boy.”

Jungkook inhaled deeply, trying to suppress the irritation bubbling inside him. He stepped in, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Taehyung tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Waiting for you.”

Jungkook’s fingers twitched. This man was infuriating.

“Get out of my chair,” Jungkook said firmly, walking toward his desk.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “I rather like it here.” He spread his legs a little wider, making himself more comfortable. “Nice view, perfect seat… and the best part? Your scent is all over it.”

Jungkook gritted his teeth. This man had no shame.

“I don’t have time for this,” he muttered, reaching for his desk to pull out some files.

Before he could, Taehyung grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward. Jungkook lost his balance slightly, his palms slamming onto the desk as Taehyung pulled him closer.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Taehyung’s chest. “I missed you already.”

Jungkook swallowed, feeling Taehyung’s breath ghost against his skin. His heart was pounding, his wolf restless.

But he wasn’t going to give in. Not that easily.

He met Taehyung’s gaze head-on and smirked. “Enjoy my chair while you can, because you’re getting out of it in the next ten seconds.”

Taehyung merely smirked back, tightening his grip on Jungkook’s wrist. “Make me.”

Outside the office, the employees stole shocked glances at each other. Never had they seen their CEO this close to someone—especially not a man, sitting in his chair, pulling him in like he owned him.

They were witnessing something no one dared to comment on.

Chapter 28: Unspoken Desires

The tension in the room was thick enough to suffocate. Jungkook's wrist was still trapped in Taehyung’s firm grip, the warmth of his touch sending an unwelcome shiver down his spine. He could hear the muffled whispers outside his office. Everyone had seen them this close.

His employees were already wary of him due to his secretive nature, but now? Seeing him interact so intimately with the mafia king of Seoul? This was bound to stir rumors, ones he didn’t need right now.

But Taehyung didn’t seem to care. In fact, he was enjoying every second of it.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Taehyung, let go.”

Taehyung hummed in amusement, eyes flickering with mischief. “Or what?”

Jungkook leaned in slightly, voice dropping lower. “Or I’ll throw you out myself.”

Taehyung chuckled, clearly entertained. “I’d love to see you try, baby boy.” His fingers trailed along Jungkook’s wrist before finally letting go, his smirk never faltering.

Jungkook straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves, ignoring the way his pulse was racing. He turned towards his desk, grabbing a stack of files, pretending to focus on them.

Taehyung, however, wasn’t done playing.

“So,” he drawled, standing up from the chair slowly, his movements deliberate. He walked around the desk, stopping just beside Jungkook, their arms barely brushing. “Are you going to pretend like nothing happened last night?”

Jungkook stiffened. Of course, he was going to bring that up.

He cleared his throat, eyes still glued to the documents in front of him. “It was just a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”

Taehyung scoffed, stepping even closer. “A moment of weakness?” He leaned in, lips hovering just beside Jungkook’s ear. “That’s cute. Because from what I remember, you were enjoying every second of it.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. His wolf was restless, clawing at his insides, wanting more.

“Are you done?” he muttered, flipping through a file just to distract himself.

Taehyung grinned. “Not even close.”

Jungkook finally turned to face him, irritation clear in his gaze. “Taehyung, I have work to do. Go mess with someone else.”

Taehyung tilted his head, studying him. Then, out of nowhere, he reached out and tugged Jungkook’s tie.

Jungkook let out a sharp breath as Taehyung pulled him forward just enough for their faces to be inches apart. His deep voice was laced with amusement as he murmured, “Too bad. I only like messing with you.”

Jungkook's patience snapped. He forcefully pushed Taehyung back, making the mafia king stumble slightly. “Get out,” he growled. “Go do your business and stop wasting my time.”

But instead of being annoyed, Taehyung’s smirk only widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, Jungkookie,” he chuckled darkly, straightening his suit. “You really are fun to tease.”

With one last lingering glance, he turned on his heel and strode out of the office, leaving behind a stunned room full of employees who had clearly witnessed everything.

Jungkook clenched his fists, breathing heavily. That man was going to drive him insane.

Chapter 29: Departure

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk as his cousin, Kim Min-jae, entered the room. The man, slightly younger than him, had an air of calm competence, his sharp features exuding confidence.

“You’re really leaving?” Min-jae asked, settling into the seat across from him.

Taehyung nodded. “I need you to handle things while I’m gone. Everything’s already prepared—the financial reports, the upcoming deals, the list of trusted executives. You’ll have full control over the company until I return.”

Min-jae frowned slightly but nodded in understanding. “You trust me that much?”

Taehyung smirked. “I wouldn’t be leaving my empire in your hands if I didn’t.”

Satisfied, Min-jae accepted the documents handed to him. Taehyung wasted no time in calling a company-wide meeting, gathering all employees into the grand conference room. He stood at the front, his presence commanding absolute silence.

“I’ll be away for a few months handling a business operation elsewhere,” he announced, his deep voice echoing through the room. “During my absence, my cousin, Kim Min-jae, will oversee all operations. Any concerns or decisions will go through him.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd, employees exchanging uncertain glances. This was unprecedented. Their powerful, enigmatic CEO stepping away from his empire?

Jungkook, standing at the back, felt his blood run cold.

What?

Taehyung was leaving?

His heart pounded as he stared at the man addressing the employees with unwavering authority. Where the hell was he going? And why did he feel a sinking sensation in his chest, like something was slipping out of his grasp?

The meeting ended, and the moment Taehyung stepped out, Jungkook was on his heels, pushing past lingering employees to follow him. He stormed into Taehyung’s office just as the older man was about to pour himself a drink.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook demanded, voice sharp.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, setting the glass down. “Good to see you too, Jungkookie.”

“Cut the crap,” Jungkook snapped. “You’re leaving? For months? Where are you going?”

Taehyung exhaled slowly, studying Jungkook’s reaction with mild amusement. “Handling some important business.”

“That’s not an answer,” Jungkook hissed. “You’re not running a small shop, Taehyung. You can’t just disappear for months.”

Taehyung smirked, leaning in slightly. “Worried about me, are we?”

Jungkook scowled. “I don’t care what you do. But I deserve to know where my—” He paused, catching himself before he could say ‘mate.’ His jaw clenched. “Where my rival is going.”

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “Still in denial, huh?”

Jungkook scoffed before replying, “What can I do? My mate was so sweet, but you are a complete asshole. Tell me the truth, Taehyung.”

Taehyung studied him for a long moment, controlling the laugh that almost erupted, his expression unreadable. Then, with an almost predatory smirk, he finally said, “I have things to take care of outside the country, Jungkookie. Things far more difficult than corporate meetings and boardrooms.” His gaze darkened, a storm brewing beneath his eyes. “And when I return…” He leaned in, voice a low promise. “I expect you to still be waiting for me.”

Jungkook stormed out of the office, cursing under his breath. He had given himself to Taehyung just to remind him of their past life, and still, this jerk was leaving somewhere instead of going home with him.

Taehyung erupted into laughter once Jungkook left, shaking his head in amusement. His angry little pout was both cute and sexy at the same time.

With a smirk, he grabbed his coat and stepped out, heading straight for his mafia base. Yoongi was waiting.

Chapter 30: Awakening Echoes

The night was silent as Taehyung pulled his car into the hidden underground base. The cool darkness of the tunnels wrapped around him like an old friend, the low hum of security cameras tracking his every move. He stepped out, shutting the car door with a quiet thud before walking toward the entrance.

The guards at the gate bowed their heads slightly, recognizing their king, but Taehyung barely acknowledged them. His mind was elsewhere—calculating, planning. He needed to set things in motion before leaving for the next phase of his plan.

As soon as he stepped inside, a familiar figure leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, watching him with sharp, knowing eyes.

"You're back," Yoongi said, pushing off the wall with a lazy smirk. "Took you long enough."

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "Had to tie up some loose ends in the city. Call Rose and Kai. I need them here now."

Yoongi studied him for a moment, then nodded, turning to leave. But just before he could step away, he hesitated, brows furrowing slightly. He turned back, staring at Taehyung with something close to confusion.

"Hey... before I go—your older brother. What was his name?" Yoongi asked casually, but there was an odd sharpness in his tone.

Taehyung blinked, caught off guard by the question. Without thinking, the name rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

"Seokjin."

The second the name left his lips, something inside him shifted. His breath hitched, his chest tightening as an unfamiliar weight pressed against him. He hadn't even paused to think—he had simply known.

Yoongi's gaze sharpened. "See? Since you remember your past life, maybe you should stop torturing Jungkook like this."

Taehyung stood frozen, a strange numbness spreading through his limbs. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. What did he just say?

Before he could process it, Yoongi turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Taehyung standing there, rattled to his core.

His grip tightened at his sides.

Yoongi had tricked him into revealing a truth he hadn't yet shared with Jungkook.

He remembered. He remembered everything.

And now, the weight of that truth was pressing down on him more than ever before.

Moments later, Rose and Kai arrived, their eyes filled with curiosity and concern. They stood before Taehyung, awaiting his orders.

"I called you both here for a reason," Taehyung began, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his mind. "I will be leaving the country for a few months to settle some business. Until I return, you two will be in charge of all operations. Handle everything as I would. I trust you both."

Rose and Kai exchanged a brief glance before nodding in unison. "Understood, boss. We'll make sure nothing goes wrong."

Taehyung’s gaze hardened. "Good. I’ll also be announcing this to the rest of the members soon. Be prepared."

Without another word, he turned and walked toward the meeting hall, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The storm inside him raged, but he kept his composure. He had a plan to execute, and nothing—not even the ghosts of his past—could stand in his way.

Yoongi was already waiting for him by the exit when Taehyung was done. He spared him a glance before stepping outside into the night.

"Drive to your apartment," Taehyung ordered as he slid into the passenger seat.

Yoongi stiffened, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "My apartment? Why?"

Taehyung smirked but didn’t answer immediately. He simply leaned back, gazing at the dim city lights beyond the windshield.

"Just drive, Yoongi."

Yoongi let out a frustrated sigh but did as he was told, the tension in the air thick with unspoken questions.

Taehyung’s departure had begun—but the real mystery for people around him was what he was planning next.

Chapter 31: Unspoken Bonds

Jimin heard the doorbell ring, the sharp chime cutting through the silence of his apartment. His brows furrowed in confusion—he wasn’t expecting anyone. Cautiously, he moved to the security camera screen and pressed the button to check the feed.

His heart nearly stopped.

Yoongi was standing outside his door, looking as nonchalant as ever. But it wasn’t just him. Beside him stood a figure Jimin never expected to see here.

Kim Taehyung.

Jimin’s breath hitched, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the door handle. He hesitated for a moment before pulling it open. As soon as his eyes landed on Taehyung’s imposing figure, memories from centuries ago crashed into him like a tidal wave.

The sharp angles of his face, the regal posture, the way his dark eyes bore into him with an intensity that made his chest tighten—it was all too familiar. But what truly shattered him was the soft smirk that played on Taehyung’s lips as he uttered a name Jimin had not heard in what felt like an eternity.

"Minmim."

The nickname fell from Taehyung’s lips effortlessly, just like it had centuries ago. Jimin staggered back, his body instinctively seeking shelter behind Yoongi, but his eyes betrayed him—glossy with unshed tears, wide with disbelief.

He had spent centuries mourning the friend he lost.

His best friend. His alpha protector.

His V.

He had never allowed himself to say the name out loud, fearing that speaking it would make the pain unbearable. And yet, here he was. Standing before him, real and tangible.

A strangled sob escaped Jimin’s throat before he could stop it. His vision blurred as his emotions overwhelmed him, his body moving on its own.

In the next second, he was in Taehyung’s arms, clutching onto him as though afraid he would disappear again. His sobs came in rapid waves, muffled against Taehyung’s chest as he gripped onto his shirt tightly, refusing to let go.

Taehyung, though slightly taken aback, let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arms around Jimin, his embrace firm yet gentle. He ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair, the way he used to when they were younger.

"I missed you, too, Minmim," Taehyung whispered, his voice holding the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

Yoongi watched from the side, his usual cold exterior softening at the sight. He knew how much Jimin had suffered, how much he had longed for this moment. And for once, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, some things were meant to come full circle.

Once Jimin calmed down, they moved inside, sitting together in the dimly lit living room. Curiosity flickered in Yoongi’s and Jimin’s eyes as they leaned in, waiting for Taehyung to speak.

"How and when did you remember everything?" Yoongi finally asked, breaking the silence.

Taehyung exhaled, leaning back into the couch, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the fabric. "It wasn’t sudden," he admitted. "It came in flashes—dreams that felt too real, instincts I couldn’t explain. Jungkook gave himself to me, yesterday night, as a bait, to tempt my wolf in claiming our mate which he couldn't do as Vante "

Jimin swallowed hard, gripping Yoongi’s sleeve unconsciously. "And Jungkook? Does he know?"

A shadow passed over Taehyung’s face, his jaw tightening slightly. "Not yet. He was very hopeful when he woke but .......... I decided to play a bit with him ."

Yoongi scoffed. "And you’re planning to keep torturing him in the process?"

Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no real amusement behind it. "Jungkook is stronger than you think. He’ll figure it out. He is so hot when he is angry and pissed and this new tough personality of his is my favorite now. It is going to be so much fun while taming him. Afterall he is no more that soft and timid omega now, is he?"

Jimin frowned, his heart aching for their youngest. "You’re still the same stubborn alpha, huh?"

Taehyung simply shrugged, " or may be more than that. There are lot of things that you don't know about me Minnie" but for the first time in centuries, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

"Pack your bags. We will be leaving soon and ........... don't tell Jungkook anything yet. I need enjoy this time with my Baby boy."

With a smirk he left their apartment but not before asking Yoongi to send him Jungkook's apartments address.

Chapter 32: Uninvited Intrusion

Jungkook had barely managed to calm himself after the long and frustrating morning. He was still annoyed at Taehyung’s sudden departure from work, and his mind was plagued with thoughts of where the mafia king was heading. He knew Taehyung wasn’t the type to explain things easily, but still, something about this abrupt departure unsettled him.

As he stepped into his apartment, exhaustion washed over him. He didn’t even bother turning on the lights, only tossing his coat onto the couch before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. Just as he brought the cold glass to his lips, a familiar scent filled the air, causing him to freeze mid-action.

It was musky, intoxicating, and undeniably Taehyung.

Jungkook whipped around, his heart pounding against his ribs, and sure enough, there he was.

Kim Taehyung sat on Jungkook’s couch, legs crossed casually, one arm draped over the backrest while the other twirled a dagger between his fingers like it was a mere toy. His dark eyes glinted with amusement as he took in Jungkook’s stunned expression.

"Took you long enough," Taehyung drawled lazily, his deep voice sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jungkook snapped, placing his glass down with a thud. He was still adjusting to the fact that Taehyung had just waltzed into his personal space uninvited.

"Visiting," Taehyung replied smoothly. "You left in such a hurry this morning. I didn’t get to properly bid you farewell."

Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms. "Oh, so now you’re saying goodbye properly? You’re just going to disappear for months without telling me where?"

Taehyung tilted his head, studying him with a knowing smirk. "Did you miss me already, bunny?"

Jungkook clenched his jaw. He hated how Taehyung always had the upper hand, how he always managed to get under his skin so easily. "Answer me. Where are you going? And why are you suddenly leaving everything behind?"

Taehyung sighed, setting the dagger down on the table before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "There are things I need to take care of. Things bigger than you and me. Bigger than this human empire I built."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "So, what? You expect me to just sit here and wait for you like a fool?"

Taehyung’s smirk grew wider as he suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s wrist and yanked him forward, making him stumble onto the couch. Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung was on top of him, pinning him down, his hands gripping Jungkook’s wrists above his head.

"What if I told you I want you to wait?" Taehyung murmured, his lips hovering just inches from Jungkook’s. "Would you do it, bunny? Or would you chase after me like a desperate little thing?"

Jungkook’s breath hitched. His body betrayed him as warmth spread through his chest, his skin tingling under Taehyung’s touch. "Get off me, Taehyung."

Taehyung chuckled darkly. "Not yet."

Without warning, he crashed his lips onto Jungkook’s, kissing him forcefully. Jungkook’s muffled protests were swallowed by the heat of Taehyung’s mouth, his tongue invading without hesitation. The dominance, the roughness—it made Jungkook’s head spin. He tried to resist, but his traitorous body responded, his fingers curling against Taehyung’s grip.

Taehyung finally pulled back, smirking at Jungkook’s dazed expression. "Cute," he teased, trailing his fingers along Jungkook’s swollen lips. "You act all tough, but your body says otherwise."

Jungkook growled, pushing against him, but Taehyung only laughed, releasing him and standing up. "Don’t pout too much, baby. It’s sexy, but I need you to behave."

Jungkook shot him a glare, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. "You’re an asshole."

Taehyung chuckled, making his way toward the door. "And yet, you can’t get enough of me."

Jungkook felt frustration boiling inside him. His hands clenched into fists as he watched Taehyung's retreating figure. His thoughts were a mess. He didn’t know how to stop him. Taehyung still didn’t remember anything. Their pack people were dying, and he was unable to do anything about it.

As the door clicked shut behind Taehyung, Jungkook collapsed back onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. His breathing was uneven, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't silence.

He thought long and hard, and finally, he came to a conclusion.

He needed to do something drastic.

Something that would make Taehyung stay—something that would force him to remember everything.

Damn him.

“…………. meet me in the office tomorrow with all those things”

Chapter 33: The Game Begins

Morning sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows of Kim Taehyung’s cabin, casting a golden glow over the luxurious office. He sat comfortably in his chair, his long fingers tapping lazily against the desk as he waited.

For his baby boy to arrive.

A slow smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, eyes darkening with sinful thoughts. He couldn’t get enough of Jungkook. The way his doe eyes burned with frustration, his lips swollen and bruised from their last encounter—it was intoxicating.

Taehyung’s mind wandered, painting filthy images that made his smirk deepen. He imagined those pretty lips wrapped around him, those wide, defiant eyes looking up, filled with resistance yet eager to please. The thought sent a delicious shiver down his spine, his fingers tightening into a fist.

He licked his lips, his amusement growing. Jungkook was pushing against him, resisting, but Taehyung knew better. It was only a matter of time before his bunny broke completely, submitting to the inevitable pull between them.

The sudden ringing of his phone pulled him from his sinful daydream. With an annoyed sigh, he grabbed the device, answering it without checking the caller ID.

A voice on the other end spoke, and as the words registered, Taehyung’s smirk returned—this time, more menacing, more entertained.

His fingers drummed against the polished desk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. After a brief pause, he finally responded, his voice a low purr filled with amusement.

“Do it.”

The call ended, and Taehyung leaned back into his chair, satisfaction dripping from his expression.

Whatever was about to happen, it was going to be entertaining.

With a flick of his wrist, he pressed the intercom button on his desk, his voice smooth yet commanding as he spoke.

"Send Jungkook to my office the moment he arrives."

His secretary’s polite acknowledgment came through, and Taehyung’s smirk only grew. The game was just beginning, and Jungkook was about to find himself caught in it, whether he wanted to or not.

Not long after, a sharp knock echoed through the room. Taehyung leaned forward, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Jungkook entered, his expression sharp, lips pursed in frustration. "What do you want?" he snapped, annoyance clear in his voice.

Taehyung’s smirk widened. Without a word, he stood up and turned the lock on the door, making sure they wouldn’t be interrupted.

"I’m leaving this evening," he said nonchalantly, stepping closer, eyes locked onto Jungkook’s.

Jungkook’s heart stuttered at the announcement, but before he could react, Taehyung was on him, pushing him against the desk, pinning him in place.

"So why don’t you let me have you one last time before I go?" Taehyung purred, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, his body reacting before his mind could process the words. Taehyung smirked, pressing his knee between Jungkook’s thighs.

"It’s kind of kinky, don’t you think?" Taehyung murmured, trailing his lips down Jungkook’s jaw. "Fucking against my office desk."

Jungkook shivered but didn’t resist. Just like Taehyung had thought, he would not push him away.

Taehyung kissed him roughly, a moan erupting from Jungkook’s mouth. Their tongues tangled, hot and desperate, as Taehyung dominated the kiss, biting, sucking, tasting him deeply. Jungkook struggled for breath, his mind hazy with lust.

Taehyung’s hands roamed down, undoing the first few buttons of Jungkook’s shirt. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, marking him, branding him as his.

Jungkook clenched his fists against the desk, his frustration growing. He hated how weak he felt under Taehyung’s touch, hated how his body craved the man who was about to leave him behind.

His pack was suffering. Their people were dying. And Taehyung—his mate, his alpha—was still oblivious to it all.

Jungkook’s breath came in ragged pants as his mind spun. He had to stop Taehyung. He couldn’t let him leave.

And then he took out something from his pocket.

If Taehyung wouldn’t stay willingly… he would have to make him stay.

A dangerous plan formed in Jungkook’s mind yesterday and it is his last chance. He slowly looked up at Taehyung, determination burning behind his lust-clouded eyes.

If seduction didn’t work, he would make Taehyung recall the truth another way.

One way or another, he was going to bring his alpha home.

He slowly pierced the needle in Taehyung's skin and soon Taehyung passed out on him.

"I am sorry, Alpha," he whispered while holding Taehyung and making him sit on the sofa nearby while mind-linking. "It's done, Yoongi Hyung. It's your turn now."

Chapter 34: The Hidden Truth and the Fated Bond

Deep within the enchanted forest of Busan, hidden from human eyes by layers of ancient magic, a grand pack thrived in secrecy. The architecture of the wolf kingdom was a mesmerizing blend of ancient craftsmanship and modern touches, standing as a testament to their powerful and timeless rule.

Taehyung stirred awake, his golden eyes fluttering open as the scent of earth and pine filled his senses. He found himself lying on an extravagant bed, the silk sheets cool against his skin. The room he was in radiated a regal aura—stone walls adorned with intricate carvings, golden lanterns casting a warm glow, and elegant furniture that blended tradition with luxury.

A smirk curled his lips. He had expected Jungkook to act impulsively, and the younger didn’t disappoint. Playing along with the act, he stretched his arms before gracefully sliding off the bed. His bare feet met the cool marble floor as he made his way toward the double doors, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

The halls of the pack house were just as breathtaking—high ceilings, torch-lit corridors, and tapestries depicting tales of past warriors. He followed the faint murmur of voices, his instincts guiding him toward the court. As he neared, he recognized Jungkook’s voice, firm yet laced with worry.

"He still doesn’t remember anything," Jungkook was explaining to Namjoon and Jin, his brows furrowed in frustration. "I don’t know what to do. I can’t just—"

A knowing smirk played on Taehyung’s lips. Oh, if only Jungkook knew.

Without hesitation, he pushed the grand doors open, his voice ringing through the vast chamber. "Jini!" he called out, his tone filled with genuine joy.

Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock as Taehyung sprinted towards him, wrapping his arms around his older brother in a tight hug. "I missed you so much," Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Jin, equally stunned, hesitated before squeezing Taehyung back, his own eyes welling up. "Tae… you remember?"

The entire court fell silent for a beat. Namjoon, recovering from his shock, exchanged a look with Jungkook, whose expression had turned unreadable.

Then, a low growl rumbled through the chamber.

"You…" Jungkook’s voice was dangerously calm, but the fire in his eyes told another story. "You remembered. This whole time."

Jimin, standing nearby, took one look at Jungkook’s face and immediately burst into laughter. He doubled over, barely able to hold himself up. "Oh my God, you should see your face!" he wheezed.

Yoongi, standing beside him, sighed and reached out to steady Jimin before he collapsed from his own amusement.

Taehyung turned to face Jungkook fully, the playful glint in his eyes only making the younger angrier. "Oops?" he offered, tilting his head innocently.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched. "You little—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the doors swung open again, drawing everyone’s attention. Hoseok strode in, his usual bright energy filling the room. But as his gaze swept over the court, his steps faltered.

His eyes locked onto Yoongi.

Something in the air shifted. The scent, the bond, the undeniable pull—it hit him all at once.

Yoongi stiffened, his sharp eyes narrowing as realization dawned upon him.

A hush fell over the room.

Hoseok’s lips parted as a single word escaped him, breathless and filled with disbelief.

"Mate."

Chapter 35: A Battle of Wills and a Smirking Instigator

The tension in the air was suffocating. The energy between the two alphas crackled like an impending storm, their instincts clashing in silent defiance. Hoseok and Yoongi stood rooted in place, their gazes locked, neither willing to submit, neither willing to back down. Their inner wolves growled within them, testing boundaries, demanding dominance.

Seconds stretched into eternity, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone present. No one dared to interfere.

Until a sharp whistle cut through the thick air.

All eyes snapped toward the source, and there stood Taehyung, leaning casually against a pillar, smirking in amusement. His golden eyes gleamed mischievously as he tapped his chin, his voice dripping with mock curiosity.

"I wonder who’s going to top?" he mused, his tone teasing. Then his gaze flickered to Jimin, a wicked grin forming. "And it seems like my best friend is going to enjoy two di—"

A loud scoff interrupted him before he could finish. "Are you seriously joking right now?" Jungkook snapped, his irritation still burning hot.

Taehyung turned to Jungkook with a playful pout. "Aww, my little pup is still angry. Should I make it up to you?" He stepped closer, voice lowering, eyes darkening with intent. "Or do you want to punish me instead?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes dramatically, arms crossing over his chest. "Please. You couldn’t handle me even if you tried."

A burst of laughter erupted around the room. Even Namjoon and Jin, who had been watching the alpha tension with concern, couldn't hold back their chuckles. Jimin clutched his stomach, wheezing. "Oh my god, that was so sassy—"

Yoongi, finally tearing his gaze from Hoseok, shook his head with an amused smirk. Hoseok, on the other hand, was still processing everything, but he huffed out a laugh as well, glancing at his newfound mate.

Clearing his throat, Yoongi finally spoke. "I’m Min Yoongi, a lone Alpha wolf. And you are…?"

Hoseok smirked, his confidence returning. "Jung Hoseok, Alpha, security in charge of the Crescent Moon Pack. Looks like fate has a sense of humor."

Jimin let out a long sigh of relief, clapping his hands together. "Okay, well, I thought you two were about to rip each other's throats out. But since no blood was spilled, I guess we’re good."

Jungkook, still in a sour mood, shook his head and turned on his heel, striding toward the exit without another word.

Taehyung, of course, wasn't about to let him go that easily.

With a sly smirk, he followed, his steps light but full of intent. "Oh no, you don’t get to walk away from me, my little Luna."

"Fuck you," Jungkook cursed, glaring over his shoulder.

Taehyung only grinned wider. "Hmm, tempting, but let's go to our bedroom, darling. It wouldn’t be appropriate to do it here." His voice was laced with amusement, eyes gleaming as he watched Jungkook's reaction.

Jungkook let out an exasperated groan while Jimin once again fell into uncontrollable laughter, and Yoongi shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

Taehyung suddenly turned his gaze toward Namjoon, his smirk fading into something more serious. "Hyung, call the witches. Prepare for my wolf awakening."

Saying this, he turned and ran after Jungkook," babyyyyy ..... "as he disappeared down the corridor.

This was going to be interesting.

Chapter 36: A Punishment Fit for a Kidnapper

Taehyung wasted no time. As soon as he caught up to Jungkook, he grabbed his wrist, yanking him back with surprising force. Jungkook barely had time to react before he found himself being dragged through the halls of the packhouse, Taehyung’s grip firm, unwavering.

"Taehyung—" Jungkook started, but the elder wasn’t listening. His steps were purposeful, determined, his energy exuding dominance as he marched toward his chamber. The moment they entered, Taehyung kicked the door shut behind them and, in one swift motion, pinned Jungkook against the wall.

Jungkook let out a sharp inhale, his heart hammering as Taehyung leaned in, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine, his body reacting instantly to the heat radiating from the alpha before him.

"Baby," Taehyung murmured, his voice deep and sultry, "you played dirty by kidnapping me. You should get punished for that, don’t you think?"

Jungkook's breath hitched, his fingers clenching into fists against the wall. "Tae—"

Jungkook barely had a second to react before Taehyung’s lips crashed onto his, rough and demanding. His back pressed against the cold wall, a sharp contrast to the fire igniting within him. Taehyung’s hands roamed over his sides, gripping, feeling, owning every inch of him.

A deep growl vibrated from Taehyung’s chest as he pulled back just enough to whisper against Jungkook’s lips, "Still mad at me, baby?" His voice was teasing, dark, dripping with unrestrained dominance.

Jungkook glared at him, his breath coming out in short, uneven pants. "You’re insufferable."

Taehyung chuckled darkly. "And you love it."

Before Jungkook could protest, Taehyung’s grip tightened around his thighs, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. Instinct took over, and Jungkook’s legs wrapped around Taehyung’s waist, his hands clutching onto his broad shoulders. A gasp escaped his lips as Taehyung carried him with ease, walking toward the massive bed in the center of the chamber.

Taehyung dropped him onto the soft sheets, hovering over him with a wolfish grin, his golden eyes burning with heat. His hands traced down Jungkook’s sides, fingers pressing into his skin possessively. "You stole me away, dragged me here, caged me in you," he murmured, his lips grazing along Jungkook’s jaw before trailing lower, nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat. "Now I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to."

Jungkook’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into Taehyung’s shirt. "You’re such a—"

His words broke into a sharp gasp as Taehyung rolled his hips against him, a wicked smirk stretching across the alpha’s lips. "Finish that sentence, sweetheart. I dare you."

Jungkook’s lips parted, but no words came out—only a hitched breath as pleasure tangled with frustration. Taehyung was overwhelming—his presence, his touch, his scent. It wrapped around Jungkook, seeping into his very core, making him weak in ways he didn’t want to admit.

Taehyung leaned down, his breath hot against Jungkook’s ear. "Let go, baby. You know you want to."

With a low growl, he attacked, his lips crashing onto Jungkook’s, taking him then and there, claiming what was his.

And when Taehyung’s lips claimed his once more, Jungkook did just that.

Chapter 37: A Leader’s Pride

A sharp knock on the door pulled Taehyung from his slumber. His golden eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim glow of the moon filtering through the chamber windows. With a sigh, he untangled himself from the warmth beside him and sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Enter," he called out, his voice still heavy with sleep.

The door creaked open, revealing a guard standing respectfully outside. "Alpha, the dining hall is prepared. Dinner will be served soon."

Taehyung nodded, dismissing the guard before turning his gaze to the still-sleeping figure next to him. A smirk tugged at his lips. Jungkook lay sprawled on the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily, his lips slightly parted. The sight was almost too tempting to disturb, but Taehyung leaned down, brushing his nose against Jungkook’s cheek before whispering, "Wake up, baby. It’s time for dinner."

Jungkook stirred with a soft groan, swatting lazily in Taehyung’s direction before blinking up at him. "Five more minutes."

Taehyung chuckled. "If we’re late, Namjoon-hyung might just send a patrol after us."

Jungkook huffed but finally sat up, rubbing his eyes before letting Taehyung pull him to his feet. Together, they made their way to the dining hall, their fingers brushing occasionally as they walked through the grand corridors of the packhouse.

Inside the dining hall, the atmosphere was warm, filled with the rich scents of roasted meat, fresh bread, and seasoned vegetables. Everyone was gathered—Namjoon and Jin seated at the head of the table, Yoongi and Hoseok side by side, and Jimin grinning at them the moment they entered.

"Ah, the royal couple finally decided to join us," Jimin teased, earning a snort from Jungkook and a smirk from Taehyung.

They took their seats, and as the meal began, the conversation shifted toward the pack’s affairs. Namjoon detailed how things had progressed during Taehyung’s absence, explaining the challenges they had faced and how Jungkook had stepped up in every way expected of a Luna.

"He handled everything remarkably well," Namjoon acknowledged, nodding toward Jungkook. "The pack remained stable, disputes were handled efficiently, and our alliances are intact. Even the patrol teams followed his orders without hesitation."

Jungkook’s cheeks tinted slightly at the praise, though he kept his expression composed. Taehyung, however, leaned back in his chair, a proud smile forming on his lips as he glanced at his mate.

"I never doubted him," Taehyung said, his voice firm, filled with admiration. "He was born for this."

Jungkook met his gaze, and for a moment, everything else faded. There was no teasing, no resistance—just the quiet understanding of two souls bound together by fate and choice.

Namjoon cleared his throat, pulling their attention back to the discussion. "The witches will arrive tomorrow. They’ll begin preparations for your wolf awakening, Taehyung. We should all be prepared."

Jin set his utensils down, a solemn look crossing his face. "Speaking of the witches, they’ve already sent word about our true enemy—Trueblood Alpha Cha Woosik."

The room fell silent, tension thick in the air.

"Cha Woosik?" Hoseok echoed, his brow furrowed. "That name alone sounds ominous."

"It is," Namjoon confirmed. "The Moon Goddess created Trueblood Alphas to be the ultimate protectors of werewolves—supreme beings. But Woosik was the only one to ever exist, and instead of protecting wolves, he sought to control them. He enslaved every pack, tortured them, made them bow to his rule."

Jungkook’s hands trembled slightly, and Taehyung immediately took note.

Namjoon continued, "Wolves prayed to the Moon Goddess for salvation, and she answered by creating the most beautiful, kind, and powerful being—a Trueblood Omega. That omega was Jeon Jungkook."

Everyone turned to Jungkook, who lowered his gaze, memories he had tried to suppress resurfacing.

"A child born from a Trueblood Omega would be majestic, powerful, and, most importantly, kind," Namjoon explained. "The Goddess intended for that child to end Woosik’s tyranny. But before Jungkook could even reach his mating age, he was enslaved by Woosik himself."

Taehyung clenched his fists, anger surging within him.

Jin spoke softly, "But fate didn’t abandon him. Kim Vante, a powerful alpha, found his true mate in Jungkook. He swore to protect him and, with the help of witches and his small but loyal pack, he fought against Woosik. He managed to seal him away with powerful magic—but at the cost of his own life."

Jungkook’s breath hitched as he looked at Taehyung, eyes searching, almost pleading.

"Before dying, Vante made a promise to his mate," Namjoon said, voice steady. "That he would return to him. And he did—reborn as Kim Taehyung."

The room was suffocatingly silent. Jungkook swallowed hard, his emotions too tangled to untangle.

"The witches believe Woosik’s seal is weakening," Namjoon added. "Your wolf, Taehyung, is still sealed away, and we must awaken it before Woosik does. Because if he rises again before you’re at full strength, we may not be able to stop him this time."

Jungkook gritted his teeth. "Then we don’t waste time. We prepare now."

A slow smirk spread across Taehyung’s lips. "Exactly. And when he comes, we’ll show him why the Blood Moon Pack bows to no one."

Jimin exhaled sharply trying hard not to cry. "Well, V is back to us and we are not letting my bestie leave us again. " he tried to lighten the tension, but the weight of the coming storm hung over them all.

Taehyung knew this was just the beginning. But with Jungkook at his side, with his family standing strong, they would face whatever came their way because this was their pack. Their destiny and no ancient evil would take that from them.

Chapter 38: A Silent Pain

After dinner, one by one, everyone retired to their rooms. Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok left first, followed by Namjoon and Jin. Taehyung and Jungkook were the last to leave, walking side by side through the dimly lit corridors. But Taehyung could feel it—Jungkook was unusually quiet.

The conversation about their past, about Woosik and everything Jungkook had endured, must have unsettled him. Taehyung decided not to bring it up immediately. Instead, he waited until they entered their chamber.

Taehyung gently pushed Jungkook to sit on the bed, but before he could say anything, Jungkook wrapped his arms around him tightly. A deep sigh escaped Taehyung as he held his mate close, feeling the silent tremors running through his body.

He knew. He knew exactly why Jungkook was like this. He remembered everything again—the pain, the suffering, the loneliness. And Jungkook had carried all of it alone until now.

Wanting to lighten the mood, Taehyung smirked. "It seems my baby wants to go for a few more rounds today."

But instead of the reaction he expected, he felt Jungkook’s grip tighten. Then, he heard it—soft, barely audible sobs against his shoulder. His heart clenched.

Without another word, he shifted, making Jungkook sit comfortably on his lap. One hand stroked through Jungkook’s silky hair while the other rested protectively on his waist. He let him cry, pressing soft kisses into his hair, whispering nothing but quiet reassurance.

For fifteen minutes, Jungkook remained buried in his neck, his tears soaking Taehyung’s skin. And yet, he still refused to let go, his bright purple eyes shimmering when he finally pulled back slightly.

"Seems like my princess missed me a lot," Taehyung teased, his voice calm yet playful.

Jungkook immediately scowled. "I am not a girl, don’t call me princess or I will break your nose. And I did not miss you. My wolf missed his sweet alpha," he sniffled. "And I already told you that you are an asshole. Why would I even miss you?"

Taehyung chuckled, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sure, sure. My princess didn’t miss me."

A smack landed on his head. "Fuck you," Jungkook grumbled.

Taehyung winced dramatically but soon let a soft smile take over his lips. He held Jungkook in his arms, rubbing gentle circles on his back, whispering sweet words until Jungkook’s breathing evened out.

Once he was asleep, Taehyung carefully placed him on the bed, tucking him under the covers. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead.

A silent promise.

He would give Jungkook the life he deserved. He would love him, cherish him, and make up for every moment he had suffered alone.

With that vow, Taehyung climbed into bed and pulled Jungkook into his arms, holding his Luna close as they drifted into sleep together.

Jungkook was the first to wake up, his eyes fluttering open to the soft glow of morning light. He felt warmth surrounding him, and when he tilted his head slightly, he froze. Taehyung’s strong arms were wrapped around his waist, his face nestled against Jungkook’s shoulder.

A deep blush crept up Jungkook’s cheeks. Their sleeping position was too intimate, too comfortable, and it made his heart race. Carefully, he tried to wiggle out of Taehyung’s grip, hoping to leave without waking him.

But before he could escape, an arm tightened around him, pulling him back flush against Taehyung’s chest. His breath hitched.

Jungkook cursed internally, remembering his breakdown from the night before. He hated showing weakness, hated how he had let his walls crumble so easily.

Just as he was about to try again, Taehyung shifted slightly. Jungkook quickly shut his eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

But Taehyung wasn’t fooled.

A mischievous smirk tugged at his lips before he leaned down and kissed Jungkook hard, stealing the breath right out of him. Jungkook’s eyes shot open in shock, his face heating up instantly.

Taehyung pulled away, amusement dancing in his golden eyes. "Morning, princess. I hope you slept well."

Jungkook turned red, both from anger and embarrassment. "You—!"

Taehyung burst into laughter, enjoying the way Jungkook fumed. But their moment was cut short by a knock on the door.

"Alpha, Luna," a servant called from outside. "We have guests arriving soon, and breakfast is ready."

Jungkook shot Taehyung a glare before shoving him away and rushing to get dressed, his mind still spinning from the morning’s events. Taehyung simply chuckled to himself, knowing very well that his mate would never admit just how much he enjoyed waking up like that.

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Chapter 1: The Forgotten Alpha

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