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Jimin had always feared the dark.
As a small pup, he would beg his mother to keep a small candle lit throughout the night every evening before going to bed. She would smile gently and shush his plea with tender kisses and sweet short stories that would dull Jimin’s fear for as long as she was there. But once she left Jimin in his small room, alone for the night, the fear would return full force. And with no light and sweet stories to help him fight it off, Jimin fell prey to it.
There was a certain type of terror that crept up his legs until it reached his quivering throat when the rogue wolves howled at the moon in the darkness that would only come once the night fully fell over their small pack.
Jimin hated how loud and terrifying the sounds the rogues let out were. Hated how every snap of small branches cracking under the flimsy weight of some birds made him jump in his small bed. Hated how the moon didn’t shine fully like the sun did, because it left small spaces behind her fading light for creatures of the night to come out and play.
Jimin should be one of them. By all means, he was.
He was a wolf. A creature that should never fear the woods and what lay in them.
But Jimin has always been a coward. Not by choice, but by nature.
At birth, without wanting, Jimin had taken everything after his mother. Her gentle heart. Her warm eyes. Her sweet and flowery scent in a world full of overpowering earthy and musky undertones. And above all, her fears.
His mother always feared being alone. Feared being cast away. But she had found her mate in a world where very few omegas ever got to choose. In a world where very few omegas were fortunate enough to find a loyal and dedicated alpha. But she did. She had found the alpha that would make every fear disappear.
Yet they live on in Jimin.
As a small pup, Jimin had feared the dark- thinking that it represented the most frightening thing on earth.
As a fully matured omega, Jimin fears his own kin the most. Even in the light of day.
“Has any alpha fucked you yet?”
It was a pointless question. They both knew it. But still, Jimin shakes his head and lowers his eyes.
“No, Alpha.”
The Head Alpha’s scent spikes with pride and arousal and Jimin’s fingers press into his thighs- over his trousers, to keep himself from puking all over the Head Alpha’s carpet. It was a fine thing, crafted out of the biggest animal the Alpha has ever hunted- a boar. Jimin would laugh in his face if he had the nerve. A mighty Head Alpha like him- flaunting his power by showing that his biggest prey ever had been a measly boar.
“Did your mother teach you anything about pleasing an alpha before dying?”
She died when he was only fourteen and barely presented, how could she have talked about pleasing a man with him then?
“No, Alpha.”
At that, the man’s fat fingers drop the piece of meat he was munching on. He pins Jimin down with a heavy gaze, red eyes lingering on Jimin’s lips. Another spike. Another pinch to his thigh.
“But you’ve touched yourself.”
His tongue comes out to lick at the grease making his lips shine and a small shudder travels up Jimin’s spine. He doesn’t have to ask the man what he’s thinking about. His scent and eyes say it all.
He should lie. He knows it would be for the best for today. But not in the long run. After all, every omega in the pack knew their Head Alpha liked his omegas “experienced”.
He didn’t want them used by another alpha, but he did want them to know how to please him. That was his only request and Jimin doesn’t meet it.
“I haven’t.”
The man’s eyebrows narrow instantly. It’s obvious he’s displeased. But Jimin has never cared about pleasing him or any alpha in their filthy pack.
He stands up from his chair abruptly. It scrapes over the wooden floor harshly before falling on it. He towers over Jimin from the other end of the table. His shoulders slouch slightly because of his age, but his eyes are as sharp as ever. His limbs as agile as they were in his youth. He had been a mighty warrior, but even if his soul would wish to remain as one forever, his body will eventually give up.
He rounds the table quickly, reaching Jimin in a few steps. Rough and greasy fingers grip his chin and then he’s turned to watch the alpha from where he’s still sitting.
“I will send Yuna to teach you every night for a week. After that, we will hold the ceremony.” His thumb moves until it catches Jimin’s lower lip. It’s pulled down and then the alpha’s finger slips into his mouth.
Jimin’s eyes widen. He jumps back, trying to get up. But the alpha keeps him in place with an iron grip. Jimin tastes the boar the alpha had been eating on his tongue and pure arousal in his nose as the alpha lets his scent overpower everything around them. “Do not disappoint me, Jimin,” he murmurs. He presses on Jimin’s tongue with his thumb and the omega chokes around it.
And against everything in him that screams to bite the alpha’s finger off, to pull back and take the knife that was placed on the table to jab it into the man’s fat stomach- Jimin nods.
He doesn’t know how to fight for himself. To protect himself. His parents have always thought they will forever be next to Jimin to do it for him. But now they weren’t here.
Jimin would never be able to physically overpower their Head Alpha. There was no point in fighting. He was the only omega of age left in the pack and the alpha was in need of a fresher lover.
Some omegas would say Jimin was lucky. The alpha could have taken him without mating- used Jimin like a common whore. But by mating, he was claiming Jimin as his- offering protection to the omega.
Jimin would rather die than let a man like him bite his neck.
It’s all he can think about after he leaves the alpha’s cabin.
All he can think about as he lays in the dark in the healer’s cabin. It had become his home after his parents died. Yuna used to live with him before the Head Alpha mated her. And now he was making her teach Jimin how to please her own mate.
But the woman doesn’t seem to mind.
She’s five years older than Jimin. But Jimin knows that it wasn’t age that took the light in her eyes away.
The first night she slips into his bed- naked as the day she was born, Jimin almost runs away.
He doesn’t understand how she’s supposed to teach him how to please a man. Shouldn’t another alpha or at least male beta do that? How was a woman supposed to teach Jimin how to take an alpha’s cock when she had none?
But the longer he lays back and lets Yuna do what she was sent to do, he understands.
She wasn’t slipping into Jimin’s bed to show him how to sit still and take whatever was given to him, she did it to teach Jimin how to make an alpha wish to take him.
She was sensual. Jimin had to admit it.
Her breasts were full and round and the way her blonde hair fell down her slender body made her look like an angel. But it wasn’t just her body that was appealing, it was her aura. It was the way she moved and watched Jimin in the flickering light of the candles around them.
She moved with purpose. Every grind and push against Jimin’s clothed cock calculated. Her knees were on each side of Jimin’s hips and she kept herself steady with both hands behind her back- on the omega’s knees. Her back was arched all the way- making her breasts bigger. And her scent and slick overpowered even Jimin’s much sweeter scent.
She moved like a goddess. But Jimin took no pleasure in it.
“How do I feel, Alpha?” She asks with an overly submissive tone- neck exposed.
Jimin gulps drily.
“Do I really have to-“
She breaks character for a moment as her blurry eyes sharpen instantly.
“He will like it if you’re vocal. Make him not only feel you, but also visualize you. It will drive him over the edge faster and that’s what you will want.”
For it to be over as quick as possible.
She doesn’t say it, but Jimin sees it in the bruises still lingering on her otherwise perfect skin.
“But-“
“Jimin,” she grunts. She stops moving, slouching over the younger omega now. “There’s no way out of this. He will take you every night at first. It happened with me, and it happened with every other omega before me. You will be new- pure, and it will drive him crazy. Use it to your advantage. Tell him how his huge cock is too big for you to take. Ask him how tight you feel- all that filthy crap, and he will come within seconds of entering you. It’s the only mercy you can hope for.”
But Jimin won’t settle for mercy.
He can’t.
He can’t keep watching Yuna’s hollow eyes and used body without imagining himself like that. He has to hold back the most violent urge to puke all over himself. Will that be him in a few years? Will Jimin have to teach another omega how to please their Head Alpha when he’s all loose and used and the alpha wants a new hole to fuck?
Will his eyes look as lifeless? Will his body look as foreign as he’s sure Yuna’s body feels to herself? Will he never be able to look at his own body again like Yuna solemnly never lets her eyes wander down her front?
Will he truly become just an object for their Head Alpha’s pleasure?
Why would his mother raise him so gently if this was his fate?
Why would she fill Jimin’s mind with stories about fated mates and gentle love?
Why would she promise to Jimin each and every night after presenting that he will one day find an alpha that will protect and shower him with love?
Why would she teach Jimin to dream and hope for all that was good and beautiful if he was to be used against his will until the day he dies- alone and pitiful?
“Jimin.”
Jimin’s eyes snap open to watch the other omega. She’s on her hands and knees- chest lowered to the bed to allow herself to lift her butt in the air as much as she can.
“Are you listening?” She asks, impatient. “This is how you will have to present during your mating-“ Neck on full display. Back to the alpha that would ruing him. Butt exposed for the taking.
Vulnerable. At the mercy of an alpha that does not deserve it.
He starts shaking and he doesn’t even realize it until Yuna is in front of him, holding his trembling fingers between her bony ones.
She used to be so full of life. She used to tell Jimin about her beautiful dreams in the middle of the night. She used to dance and laugh and brag about how unique her hair was.
And now, she was only a ghost. A woman stripped to the bones of everything she once was just because she is an omega.
Jimin never understood how in a world where omegas were so rare- they were almost extinct; they were treated so poorly. Alphas should protect and care for them, not use them only for their bodies. Packs should protect them, not barely even offer them food just because they were too weak to hunt for the meals they shared.
It could be worse.
Out there- in the woods, it could be even worse.
But Jimin can’t imagine something more terrifying than losing his freedom like Yuna has. He can’t imagine his face on her used and foreign body without curling into himself and wishing to die.
So even if something worse could always happen, Jimin still runs.
Two days before his mating, he gathers every tiny sliver of courage and strength he holds in his body and runs.
There’s nothing holding him in the pack. After his parents died, nothing felt like home anymore. But even so, Jimin can’t shake the fear in his bones when he sneaks into the woods under the cover of the night. His omega is alert, ready to spot any dangers that might be looming ahead, and Jimin feels a little calmer at the wolf’s familiar presence.
Jimin has always been in tune with his omega. Even when pups his age made fun of him for presenting as a weak wolf, Jimin loved how gentle the omega inside of him was. Even when he was mocked for not having senses as sharp as an alpha’s, Jimin loved how the world around him was quieter and more mellow.
But as much as Jimin has learned to appreciate his wolf, he comes to hate it now. Because what pups used to make fun of him for, really came to bite him straight in the butt as soon as he got deep enough into the woods.
He hasn’t eaten anything but wild berries for three days now, unable to hunt. It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable of killing at least a rabbit for himself, but his senses were all messed up due to the heavy rain.
Jimin couldn’t smell anything but the earthy scent the mud emanated as he walked around. Hunting would have been difficult enough in perfect circumstances, but now it was almost impossible for him to find anything but wild fruits to keep himself fed- enough to survive.
Enough to get to the Jung clan.
It’s the only place in the land he knows of- other than his own clan. His father had once taken Jimin to the Jung clan to visit an old friend and luckily, Jimin has been old enough to vaguely remember the path now.
And as much as Jimin hates the rain now- walking around soaking wet and hungry, he also appreciates it. Even if the rain keeps him from being able to hunt, it also protects him from being hunted.
Rogues.
A shiver runs down Jimin’s spine and his omega curls up inside.
His mother used to smile and wave him off whenever Jimin as much as dared to ask about them, but after being old enough to speak with the other pups in the clan, Jimin had finally found out more than he ever wanted to know about rogues.
Older alphas in his clan used to call them forsaken beasts- taking their permanently red eyes as a sign they have forgotten their human side. Older omegas used to say they were the true alphas that still walked the land. Their red eyes only showed how in tune they were with their inner wolves- a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself. True alphas hungry for battle and blood. True alphas that still followed the rituals of the Old Gods. True alphas that didn’t mind killing dozens of their own kin for fun.
Jimin had never seen a rogue in his life. But he had heard them as a pup, and he can only imagine what an alpha capable of such horrors and sounds would look like. All bruised and scarred with a mad look in their red eyes.
A beast sent from hell to punish anyone that crossed paths with it.
A beast ripping apart the bloody body of a murdered wolf.
A beast laughing joyfully as another like him tossed a second limp wolf in his direction. The second it landed on the ground with a heavy sound, Jimin’s eyes fell to a pile of dismembered wolves.
“What do we have here?”
A beast that stood right behind Jimin’s stone-cold body.
Cold and rough fingers curl around Jimin’s chin from behind and then he’s pulled into a warm and massive body.
It cripples him- the fear. He can barely see the two wolves in front of him watching him intently now; no longer interested in the dead wolves they were tossing around. He can barely hear the husky voice whispering into his ear.
The whole world stops.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This shouldn’t be how he ends up dying.
No. Worse. They will never kill Jimin. They-
“I can’t believe we killed over twenty wolves looking for an omega just for one to walk right into our arms,” hollers one wolf that was in front of him. He was tall- well-built and scary looking. But what stood out was his square smile that never seemed to leave his lips.
He enjoyed this the most.
He could smell Jimin’s fear, and he loved it.
“Taehyung,” the one behind Jimin whispers right against his neck. “Where’s Jungkook?”
“Still fighting the head of the clan,” the other wolf responds.
“He should be done by now.”
“You know how he gets when he’s challenged.” A sly smirk makes its way on his lips, it makes Jimin shiver. “He won’t kill him easily.”
The wolf behind him sighs and the fingers that kept Jimin’s head tilted to the side finally loosen. But they don’t leave his face. In a second, he’s being turned round to stare up into lustful red eyes.
“Your name?”
Jimin thinks that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to speak. Everything about the man in front of him screamed danger. Screamed of blood and torture and horrors Jimin couldn’t even begin to imagine.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
The wolf doesn’t seem pleased with his silence. He cocks his head to the side, eyes lowering on Jimin’s lips. And then a strong gust of alpha washes over Jimin. He’s swimming in a scent he can’t even describe. It smells of blood and fire. Of the earth and the ocean. Of death and life all at once.
“Don’t make this hard for yourself, omega,” the alpha whispers sweetly. His eyes darken slightly as his jaw flexes. “Your name.” He repeats. A command this time, not a question.
“Jimin,” he answers, no more than a whisper. “Park Jimin.”
Laughter booms behind him, so loud it makes him flinch.
“Did you run away before your mating, sweet thing?”
“Mating?”
“He’s the one the old Head Alpha chose as his next omega.”
“How do you even know that?”
“What do you think I do when I go around searching for information, Jin?”
“Fuck around?” The other alpha answers easily.
“That, for sure. But I also do my job. Jungkook would have my head if I didn’t.”
The fingers around his chin tighten a little, but Jimin’s eyes remain focused on the wolf’s jaw. He can’t make himself lift his eyes again.
“Is that true?” He asks Jimin. But before the omega can muster the courage to answer, Taehyung beats him to it.
“Can you smell another alpha on him, Namjoon? No- so it’s true. He’s the one.”
“Then Jungkook was right. Life will truly be better for us in the south,” he says slowly. His lips part around a smile that makes two dimples appear on each cheek. Any other day- maybe in another life, Jimin would have fallen for the alpha. He was beautiful, painfully so, but not even beauty could cut through the fear making his blood run cold.
He lifts Jimin’s head forcefully with two fingers under his chin and the omega has no choice but to finally look at the alpha again. His gaze burns as it travels over every inch of Jimin’s skin, and when it finally lands on his mouth again, a rough thumb comes up to pull on his lower lip.
Images of another alpha doing the same thing wash over him in cold waves and a shiver runs down his spine.
His eyes widen. A shockwave of emotions travels through his body making him jump back. But the alpha is fast to curl a hand around his middle to keep him still. He pulls Jimin by the waist until there’s not an inch left between them and Jimin’s mind goes blank.
“He’s a virgin, right?” The alpha asks, voice low.
“He has to be if he was chosen by the Head Alpha.”
“Good,” he murmurs. His face lowers until his breath hits Jimin’s face- lips barely an inch away from the omega’s. “I will make sure to fuck you loose for your first time, Omega. Prepare you for my pack,” he promises darkly, eyes shining with lust.
And that’s when Jimin’s finally breaks.
He jerks from the alpha, feet slipping on the muddy grass below. The alpha laughs in his face- tight arm still wrapped around his middle. But Jimin doesn’t give up. He twists and turns and fights his way out of the alpha’s hold until he finally breaks free.
He hears the mocking laughter following him from behind as he runs away. Hears the vulgar remarks they make about his body as they watch him disappear behind the trees. And lastly, he hears the promise the alpha roars into the air.
“We will come for you, Omega. Run as fast as you can!”
He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to give them the satisfaction of watching him run away. But his legs don’t stop moving. His heart doesn’t stop beating erratically. And his omega doesn’t stop whining in fear. So he runs.
Jimin runs as fast as his feet can carry him, more afraid than he has been in his entire life.
“You should have seen him, Jungkook,” Taehyung groans. “He was so small and skinny, but I’m sure that after only a few moons with us his body will fatten up in all the right places.”
Jungkook listens to him from the other side of the table, one hand holding a goblet of alcohol- the other resting on Sangmin’s sword. It was a beauty, he had to admit. No sword crafted in the north matched it. But it was of no use to a wolf that didn’t know how to wield it. And Head Alpha Sangmin had sadly been the kind that didn’t even know how to properly hold it. Yet he had the guts to challenge Jungkook to save his clan. Jungkook can at least appreciate that.
Clan wolves were weak. But at least they had a sliver of pride and courage left in them. Enough to make killing them more enjoyable.
Taehyung’s eyes slide from him to Namjoon.
“Tell him, Namjoon. You were the closest to the omega. Tell Jungkook how he smelled and felt.”
Namjoon’s lips turn upwards in a cocky grin.
“He smelled sweeter than sugar canes. And about how he felt- well, all I have to say is that I can’t wait to let you guys have him after I open him up.”
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at that, leaning back into his chair.
“Who said you would have him first?”
Namjoon’s smirk drops instantly, eyes turning to slits.
“I saw him first,” he says, voice deep.
“And I am your Head Alpha.”
Namjoon’s eyes darken, but Jungkook has never been afraid of the older alpha. He matches his stare with his own, calm yet fierce. Jungkook respected the alpha just like any other wolf in his small pack, but he will not have his authority questioned.
“What do you propose?” Yoongi asks from his side.
Taehyung laughs from the other side of the table, legs perched up on an empty chair beside him.
“I didn’t think you were interested. Seeing as you’ve been more focused on fucking Hoseok than killing or hunting with us in the last few weeks,” he mocks the other alpha.
Yoongi’s scent spikes in annoyance, but other than that he doesn’t react in any way. He remains seated, unperturbed. Hoseok on the other side, is quick to fall into Taehyung’s trap.
“He was in rut, you stupid pup,” he snarls.
Taehyung’s smirk grows wider. “Last full moon he wasn’t.”
Hoseok growls at him, anger emanating out of him in waves. “The next time you come crawling on your knees to me I won’t be as nice-“
“Next time I feel like getting my cock wet we will have an omega to finally satiate my needs. I won’t have to waste time on opening you up to take me.”
“You-“
“Quiet,” Jungkook murmurs.
It’s all it takes for the room to fall silent. Even though they were all alphas, they knew who the strongest of them was.
Rogues very rarely survived in small packs under the rule of one alpha. Pride would push them to want to prove themselves individually. To never bow to another alpha. That’s why they have never been able to conquer the land and create their own clans. That’s why no other rogue pack before them ever ventured south.
It wasn’t love or blood that bonded them together. But strength. Jungkook’s strength.
They all knew that only under Jungkook’s guidance they will be able to finally rule as they were meant to. After all, the north wasn’t under Jungkook’s command because he inherited the land from his father, no. Jungkook had taken the north fighting until his claws and fangs hurt and bled. Until he could no longer see anything but fire and blood for as far as he could see.
But it wasn’t enough. The north alone wasn’t enough. The food was scarce. The wolves weak and frail. Jungkook didn’t fight his way up to rule over the weak. He didn’t murder every rogue that tried to undermine him to stop at taking the north.
No.
The south was what mattered. With its blooming wilderness, fresh water, and rich clans.
Jungkook wanted it all.
His pack wanted it all.
That was what united them.
That was why they didn’t dare question Jungkook’s strength and command.
That was why he would be the one to decide what will happen to the lost omega.
“We will hold a hunt,” he says finally, breaking the silence. He smells the way Taehyung’s scent pikes in interest, and barely holds his laughter back. He knew how much Taehyung enjoyed a good hunt, especially since they’d reached the south.
“A hunt?” Namjoon asks, eyebrows scrunched.
“Following the old tradition, we will hunt the omega; and only the strongest one of us will get to mate him.”
“Alright, but we will have to make it a fair fight,” Jin says, speaking for the first time. “You will have to wait ten hours after we leave the clan.”
Jungkook nods, agreeing easily. He was aware that if he truly tried, he would have the omega in his clutches in under four hours. It’s been only a day since the omega escaped them, he couldn’t be that far away. The closest clan to them was weeks away and Jungkook doubts the omega knew the way to get there.
“We will start the hunt in the morning. I will stay behind to burn the remaining bodies, and after I’m done, I will leave as well.”
Jimin used to fantasize about exploring the land with his mate. He used to imagine a loving alpha dotting over him- worrying about if Jimin was warm or fed enough. Used to imagine walking over hills and rivers with the love of his life in their wolf forms, tails crossed together to never lose each other.
His mother had made him wish for those things. And his father should have known better than to let Jimin continue dreaming. He should have been the voice of reason. He should have taken Jimin aside and explained to the young omega that the world was far too cruel for something like that. That he had to stop dreaming and learn to protect himself instead.
But his father had never done any of these things. Instead, he used to watch from afar as his mother whispered on and on about love at first sight and happily ever afters.
Jimin never thought a day will come when he will be bitter about how gentle his parents had been with them. But the hunger will do that to any omega.
He’s far beyond tired. Far beyond hungry. His omega is in a constant state of weariness, trying to protect Jimin at all costs. But even his inner wolf is weakened by Jimin’s condition.
He can barely move his legs, can barely open his eyes each time after blinking. That’s why when he sees the cave hidden behind tall trees and bushes, he doesn’t think twice before walking into it.
He doesn’t think about how important it is to keep moving. About how it hasn’t rained even for a single minute after running away from the rogues. About how his scent would linger behind every step he took through the woods.
He’s too tired to understand the danger he’s putting himself into by staying in one place for too long.
When his hands slide over the side of the cave until he finds its end in the darkness, he falls on his knees then right on his back, exhausted.
There’s nothing around him but darkness, and for the first time in his life, Jimin doesn’t fear it. He embraces it.
He has no way of knowing for how long he was able to rest, but he knows what had startled him awake; strong hands on his body. A scream rips out of him and instantly a hand flies up to cover his mouth.
“Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” the alpha whispers into the darkness. His hot breath fans over Jimin’s face and the weight of his body keeps Jimin pinned on the rough floor of the cave. Pebbles and small and sharp rocks cut into his back, making him whine in pain.
But Jimin doesn’t listen to the wolf. He fights the fear making his heart beat rapidly into his chest. Fights the horror creeping up his limbs until his throat clogs up with the urge to cry. Jimin fights every instinct that tells him to just lay limp and accept his fate because anything would be better than dying.
With a shuddering inhale, he finds the strength to fight back. The second the alpha’s nose falls into the crook of his neck- Jimin lifts his knee right into the alpha’s groin. He falls on Jimin with a pained groan and a hiss and the omega doesn’t waste any time.
He pushes the alpha off him before he can regain his bearings and then he’s on his feet- running toward the mouth of the cave. But before he can step outside into the light, an arm curls around his waist.
He’s hauled back into the alpha’s strong chest and kept into the air.
“I think I should tell you that this is making me quite excited.” He nuzzles over Jimin’s skin, tongue coming out to lick the sweat trailing down the back of the omega’s neck.
His omega wails in protest, snarling inside of him at the unwanted touch.
One lick down his neck from the alpha and Jimin’s swimming in his scent- burnt wood and ebony. Jimin hates it.
“Taehyung.”
Jimin snaps his head up to the end of the cave where another wolf now stands. He doesn’t recognize him. He hadn’t been with the other wolves the other day. The alpha’s hand around him loosens and he’s lowered to the ground until his feet finally support his weight again.
“Are you really gonna’ fight me for him, Hoseok?” Taehyung asks, a mocking tone in his voice.
“A fair hunt is a fair hunt,” the other alpha says easily.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Hyung.” Jimin shudders against the alpha’s chest. The word should be whispered in a polite tone, but the alpha behind him is anything but. He’s ridiculing the other alpha, laughing in his face for daring to challenge his claim on Jimin.
“And I don’t want to waste more time than necessary here,” the alpha says sharply. “Fight or leave with your tail between your legs.”
In a blink of an eye, Jimin’s pushed to the side. His shoulder hits the wall of the cave and a pained gasp slips from his lips. His eyes widen as he turns to the alpha that had been holding him, but the wolf is not watching the omega. His red eyes are fixated on the wolf at the end of the cave.
“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” Taehyung growls.
Hoseok smirks, head tilting to the side, and then Taehyung is on him in a second. Their bodies clash in the middle of the cave and Jimin plasters his back to the wall, trying to blend into the darkness.
He’s not dumb. He knows this is his chance to get away. His shoulder throbs from the harsh impact and his legs shake from the sounds the alphas let out as they fight, but he remains focused.
He did not escape the clutches of one horrible alpha just to let himself fall prey to another.
The second Hoseok thrusts Taehyung on the ground and falls on the other alpha, back to Jimin, the omega runs.
He doesn’t look back as he makes his way to the opening of the cave. Doesn’t even dare breathe or blink.
He’s out before the alphas can sense him running away and when they finally realize it, Jimin is far enough to maintain his distance safely. And then he never stops.
Even when he stumbles down a small hill, back pressing into small rocks and hips colliding with fallen trees, he gets back up as soon as he stops rolling and keeps running. Even when his feet soak up into the river and shivers run up his spine from the freezing water, he keeps running. Even as the sun goes down and the night consumes everything around him, he keeps running.
He doesn’t know where he is, he doesn’t even know where he’s going. But instinct tells him where to go, and he follows it blindly.
Until somewhere up ahead, between trees and wildflowers and tall bushes, a flicker of light appears. Fire.
He bites into his lower lip, mulling over if it would be a good idea to go and find out who was making camp so far out into the woods. It could be another one of the wolves following him. Or it could be someone that could actually help him.
His omega is watching intently up ahead, tail wagging leisurely and Jimin decides that nobody that awaited by the fire could hurt Jimin if his omega was so curious. He walks slowly until only one tree separates him from the man sitting by the fire.
He’s alone and as Jimin’s eyes wander around, he can’t see anything around the camp. No dead animal to indicate the wolf has hunted for his dinner. No pelt for the man to rest on during the night. There was nothing at all. Just the wolf and the small fire burning slowly.
Jimin’s eyes trail up from the wolf’s legs to his face and his heart almost skips a beat. He was beautiful. In a way no man should ever be. His hair was as black as the night, tousled wildly over his head. A few strands fell over his closed eyes and around his face until they reached his tight jaw.
An alpha.
Jimin couldn’t smell him properly, but the strong scent of mountain ash filling his lungs could only come from the wolf in front of him.
“What do you want, little Omega?” The alpha speaks suddenly, voice loud and clear.
Jimin jumps, startled. His hand flies u to grip the tree on his right as his eyes find the alpha’s eyes.
Red.
A rogue.
Jimin knows that the second realization dawns on him, he should be running to save his life. But something in him pulls him to stay. Something in him calms him and his omega as well. His inner wolf is watching silently, tail curled calmly around its body.
The alpha cocks an eyebrow at the silence that follows his question and Jimin blushes scarlet red under his gaze.
“I- I need help,” he whispers.
It feels weird to use his voice after days of barely letting one word slip from his lips.
“Are you lost?” The alpha asks.
He bends one leg at the knee and then he’s standing on his feet. He’s huge. Bigger than any alpha Jimin has ever seen. The black shirt he has on does little to hide the muscles in his arms and chest and the ground almost feels like it shakes under Jimin’s legs as the alpha takes two steady steps toward him.
The alpha’s eyes trail up and down his body, lingering on his hips and lips and a shiver runs up Jimin’s spine. The night grows infinitely darker and colder the longer he stands in front of the wolf.
The alpha cocks his head to the side, red eyes collected and hooded.
Before Jimin can decide if it’s a good idea to let the alpha know what’s happening, his lips part around rushed words.
“I’m being followed. There’s a pack of rogue wolves- I don’t know how may, that are looking for me. I escaped two of them when it was still light outside, and I’ve been running since then. I don’t know where I am. Can you tell me?” He asks urgently.
He expects to see a reaction out of the alpha when he reveals that a pack of rogues are near his camp, but he doesn’t look surprised. He stands in front of Jimin breathing calmly, as unbothered as when he was sleeping against the trees.
“A pack of rogue wolves.” The alpha hums, arms crossing over his chest. It makes the black shirt stretch further around the muscles in his arms. “And how did you escape two of them?” He asks, curious more than anything. As if he really considers it a feat that Jimin had been able to run away from them.
“They- uh, they fought for me. I ran when they got distracted.”
The alpha snorts and Jimin’s eyes widen at the action. Did he really find Jimin’s situation funny?
“Then they’re weak. A pack of them shouldn’t have you running for your life like this.”
“I- they-“ Jimin stumbles over his words, lost.
Weak? They weren’t weak. Their eyes alone were a testament of their strength. And the dead Jung clan was proof of the blood they were capable of spilling.
Jimin takes a step toward the alpha, fingers shaking. He needed to make the alpha understand- warn him against the danger that was looming over his head as well as Jimin’s.
“You don’t understand- they slaughtered an entire clan. They’re not weak. Don’t underestimate them. You have to leave your camp.”
The alpha’s brows furrow slightly at that.
“Are you worried for my life, Omega?”
“I- uh- I just- you’re alone and they are-“ Gods he doesn’t even know how many there are.
“It doesn’t matter how many of them are in the pack. I can protect myself.” He takes another step, shortening the space between them. And then another. And another. Until Jimin has to tip his head back to look up at the alpha. He towered over the omega, and yet Jimin didn’t feel like running away. “And I can protect you, too.”
Hope.
It bursts through every inch of Jimin’s body, warming his frozen blood. For the first time since his parents’ death, Jimin feels seen as a normal wolf and not just an omega, by another alpha.
“Can you- would you really help me? I- I just need to get to the closest clan. I’m sure they will be willing to get me in I-“
The alpha’s red eyes slip from Jimin’s hopeful ones over his shoulder and a cocky smirk suddenly appears on his lips.
His heart drops into his stomach. Dread taking over his body.
No.
“Namjoon,” the alpha says calmly, head tilted to the side to watch the alpha behind Jimin, and the omega instantly recognizes the name. “You’re late.”
“He’s not mated yet. The hunt is still on,” the alpha says easily.
No. no. no-
Jimin turns away abruptly- to run away, but the second he lifts his leg to push his body forward, the tall alpha has him in a deadly grip. His fingers curl around Jimin’s upper arm like iron, unflinching and unmoving, and Jimin’s omega whines in fear. He tugs Jimin to him until the omega’s back is plastered to his front- hard muscles cutting into his back.
“Not so fast,” he murmurs into Jimin’s ear.
“Please-“
“Don’t let yourself be crippled by fear now, little Omega. If you can’t fight for your freedom, don’t beg for it. Nobody likes a weakling.”
“Jungkook,” Namjoon growls. Jimin’s eyes snap to him. The alpha looks ready to pounce- fangs and claws on display. “I challenge-“
“You would do well to think twice about what you’re doing, Namjoon. It would bring me no pleasure to kill you.”
“I want the omega.”
His words leave no room for arguments and Jimin’s omega curls into itself. The scent coming off Namjoon overpowers everything around them, making Jimin dizzy.
“And you will have him,” Jungkook says easily and Jimin’s throat clogs up with unshed tears. “But only when I say so.”
“Your mark is not on his neck,” Namjoon growls, taking a step forward. “The hunt-“
“You’re right.” Jungkook’s free hand slips up Jimin’s body, leaving goosebumps on the omega’s skin until his fingers settle right over Jimin’s scent gland. He curls into himself, a small whine slipping from his lips. “He’s unmarked. But he chose me, his omega has been searching for me for a while now. I will mate him the old way.”
There’s finality in the alpha’s words, but Jimin can barely understand his words- mind stuck on the information the alpha revealed about his omega. How would it be possible for his wolf to search for the alpha without Jimin noticing it?
And what old way?
Why would the alpha say that as if he knew it would make Namjoon settle down? What did the tradition entail- public marking.
Jimin’s eyes widen as he finally understands the alpha’s words.
“No!” He trashes in the wolf’s hold, turning around to watch him. “Please-“ the alpha’s eyes fall to him, annoyed more than anything. “Please don’t do that I-“
Strong fingers grip his chin to shut him up then the alpha’s face is closer than ever, his warm breath fanning over Jimin’s lips.
“I told you,” he murmurs. “If you can’t fight for your freedom- don’t beg for it.” His fingers slip from Jimin’s chin to once again trail up and down his neck. His eyes never leave Jimin’s and the omega feels at a crossroads. His inner wolf is almost at peace- waiting patiently for the alpha to claim him, but Jimin is scared.
This is not what he wanted for himself. This is not why he had run from his own clan.
“You came to me seeking protection and I will give it to you.”
“I came to you seeking protection from your clan,” Jimin whispers. His eyes blur around the edges, but Jungkook’s impassive expression remains as clear as day.
“And you will have it. As my mate, they will never harm nor touch you without my permission.”
“But they will watch!” Jimin wails. “By the old tradition; the alpha will share his omega- mate and take him in front of his whole clan-”
The alpha’s eyes narrow dangerously and Jimin’s lips close shut.
“By the old tradition; the alpha has to prove to his clan that he deserves to be the only one that gets to mate the chosen omega. If you wish it any other way, I can let every alpha in my pack claim you after our mating-“
“No!” Jimin gasps, tears streaming down his face.
“Then you will accept my bite with the moon and my pack as your witness, as tradition requires.”
Fuck traditions. Fuck him. Fuck his pack.
Jimin wants to scream it at the top of his lungs. Wants to gauge Jungkook’s red eyes out and watch as the blood trails down his cheeks until it drops from his chin on his black shirt. He wants to. Jimin really wants to- but his omega. His omega was another story.
The wolf was wagging its tail, excited out of its mind. For his omega, Jungkook was a prime alpha. The strongest wolf that could protect and provide for them. That could pump Jimin full with pups until they form a small pack of their own. To his omega, Jungkook was more than worthy of sinking his fangs into Jimin’s untainted skin.
To Jimin, the alpha was a nightmare. The darkest one that crawled right out of the depths of the night to haunt him for the rest of his life.
He’s not really himself for the next few days.
There’s a hole in his heart and fogginess clouds his mind and even though he hears and sees everything that’s happening around him, he doesn’t have the energy to react in any way.
The second they reach the old Jung clan, the rogues start their preparation for the mating. Jimin had hoped to be granted at least a few days to come up with a plan to escape or make peace with the idea that he has truly failed at finding his happy ending. But they don’t show him any mercy.
During the day, he’s being watched by Jin, a tall and beautiful alpha that seemed to care about Jimin enough to at least make sure he ate. And during the night, he’s laying as still as a rock next to Jungkook in bed.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the alpha would make Jimin sleep with him- yet the omega had hoped he would at least wait until after their mating. But he doesn’t. Right from the first night, he dragged Jimin to his room- the one Head Alpha Jangmin had used, with a murmured I will not touch you until the ceremony, and red eyes gesturing for him to get into the bed.
So no matter how long Jimin thinks of ways he could get himself out of this, he can never actually try to act them out because not a second goes by where he’s alone.
Even on the day of the mating ceremony, after Jungkook returns from his last hunt, he bathes and prepares himself with Jungkook keeping watch on the other side of an opened door. The alpha doesn’t try to look at Jimin even once as he’s soaking in a basin filled with hot water and oils, but that doesn’t help calm Jimin’s nerves at all.
It doesn’t matter how polite Jungkook had been the last few days if his final plan was to claim Jimin in front of five other alphas.
His heart is constantly in his throat, beating frantically when he imagines himself naked in front of so many alphas. How was this the reality he had walked into with his own legs? How was this what expected him after leaving his clan to find a happier future for himself? How was this something his omega could accept?
His inner wolf had begged and growled at Jimin for days for him to run away from his clan to escape the old alpha’s clutches. Yet now, the wolf was more content than ever to sit back and take anything Jungkook was ready to give.
It tore Jimin apart.
One part of him that was as important as breathing wanted this more than anything while his mind and heart were scared shitless for what was to come.
His wolf was happy to have found a good match.
Jimin was afraid of how this will end up changing him forever.
When the water goes from lukewarm to cold, Jimin finally lifts his body up. Enough stalling. He dries himself off quickly while listening intently to Jungkook’s even breathing. The alpha had once again promised he will not try to look at Jimin, but the omega couldn’t trust him completely.
The second he lifts the garments Jungkook prepared for Jimin to wear during the ceremony, his heart drops into his stomach. The flimsy material couldn’t even be called clothing. It did nothing to cover any important part of his body. It did nothing to protect him from lustful eyes.
Jimin had never in his life worn anything but old clothes that once belonged to his father. They were all either too big for him, or too worn out. But this- this was something new. He can’t even believe the image that stared back at him in the dirty full mirror that rested on the floor of the room.
Silk. Jimin was wearing silk for the first time in his life.
The texture of the material felt weird on his skin- foreign. It felt like somebody else had taken his place and put the silk on his skin. It felt like he wasn’t worthy of having such expensive and beautifully crafted material trailing down his body.
But even though Jimin marveled at how unreal the material felt on his skin, he also hated it.
The black see-through silk fell down his shoulders all the way to the ground, but it did nothing to cover what lay beneath with only his crotch being vailed by a small portion of the material that was darker and not as transparent. He wasn’t Jimin in that moment. He wasn’t a man worthy of respect and his own place on the land. He was an omega put on display. An omega presenting his body for the taking.
This was worse than the mating ceremony he would have had to suffer through in his clan, and it didn’t even begin. He was still in Jungkook’s room, still unseen by the other wolves and yet he was already spiraling out of control.
Will Jungkook really make him walk out like that in front of the other alphas? Will he really let them all see Jimin in his most vulnerable moment?
What will happen if Jimin refuses to do it? Will Jungkook call every alpha in the room to have his body after he himself defiles Jimin?
A shiver runs down his spine at the thought and his nipples pucker beneath the silk. His omega hates that thought. Its fangs are out at the images Jimin puts into his own mind of the other wolves touching him. But the second those wolves are replaced by one singular alpha- his omega preens and mellows instantly.
How will he survive his conflicted feelings toward the alpha? How will he keep his heart and body safe if his omega is more than willing to be claimed?
“It’s time.”
Jimin spins around, heart in his chest. His eyes find Jungkook’s instantly and instinct has him almost taking a step forward. But he holds himself back- or Jungkook’s stoic face keeps him rooted in place, afraid to even blink.
His gaze falls from Jimin’s eyes, and his omega perks up at that, waiting patiently for the alpha to take his appearance in.
Jungkook’s expression remains a perfectly crafted mask of indifference. His eyes linger over the curve of Jimin’s hips, but if he likes what he’s seeing- he doesn’t show it. Then lower his gaze goes- until his red eyes settle right on Jimin’s crotch and fire ignites Jimin’s blood.
He wants to turn around. Wants to cover himself with his hands or even fall on his knees to break the alpha’s unflinching gaze. But he does none of that. He remains still, a false sense of bravery taking over his heart and mind.
He will get nowhere if he shows how weak he truly is. He will never be anything to the alpha if he proves that he’s not worthy of it. Jimin knows what rogues valued most- what Jungkook possesses and wields with ease, strength. Even if Jimin wants to cower and run away- in order to survive, he will have to at least learn how to act brave.
So he squares his shoulders and clenches his fists until his fingers cut into his sweaty palms and stands as straight and still as possible to let the alpha admire him to his heart’s desire.
Jungkook’s eyes linger between his thighs for a few moments longer and then they find Jimin’s face again. If Jimin wished to see anything in the alpha’s red eyes that would give his feelings and thoughts away- he doesn’t see anything. It unsettles his omega beyond words. Why can’t the alpha appease his inner wolf? Why can’t he at least nod to show his approval? His scent and eyes gave nothing away.
“Did you touch yourself?”
Jimin’s cheeks burn bright red at the blunt question.
“You told me not to…” he whispers, unsure. Did Jungkook really think that Jimin was brave enough to go against his command?
Silence stretches as far as an ocean between them for a second and then Jungkook nods. It’s a curt and fast movement, but it has his omega wanting to sweeten his scent as if Jungkook had hung the stars in the night sky just for him.
The walk from Jungkook’s room to the clearing the ceremony will take place is short and silent. Jimin keeps his eyes downcast on the ground, wishing for the sky to fall on his head and make him one with the dirt under his feet. But nothing happens. Nothing saves him from what will happen. Nobody saves him from the inevitable.
The sky burns in hues of red and Jimin can’t help but think that it’s only fitting that the sky will bleed along with him tonight. A gentle breeze caresses his kin, but the air remains warm. So far up south only the rain could break the sun’s warm haze over the land.
Just as Jimin sees Jungkook’s legs stop moving, he stops as well. And the second his eyes lift from the ground, his heart drops into his stomach.
Five wolves awaited in front of them. They were standing in a semi-circle around a big rock placed right in the middle of them. And against the rock, a dead bear- twice Jungkook’s size, laid unmoving.
Dread settles deep into his bones as everything becomes too real.
This wasn’t just a nightmare. A figment of his imagination. This wasn’t just a horror story he was hearing while eavesdropping on older pups. This was real. This was his reality.
Jungkook moves again, heading toward the rock, but this time Jimin doesn’t follow him. Just as instructed. The alpha had told Jimin only two things that morning: Don’t touch yourself and Don’t do anything I don’t ask you to once we reach the clearing. And against his mind screaming at him to just run away now that he’s far enough from every wolf to at least have the time to start running- he doesn’t. His omega begs him to listen dutifully to his alpha’s words and Jimin does.
The second Jungkook reaches the middle of the clearing, he turns to face Jimin. The alpha was dressed just as the day Jimin had found him in the woods, but somehow- because of the setting around them and because of what Jimin knew awaited him, he looked infinitely different.
He wasn’t a lone wolf resting after a long journey in his small camp. He was the Head Alpha of a pack of rogues ready to claim Jimin as his.
Jimin had no hope to seek mercy and gentleness from the alpha. He will not go back on this. He will bite Jimin even if he tries to run away. There’s no doubt in Jimin’s mind that the second he turns his back on Jungkook to run away, the alpha will have him on the ground- his heavy body keeping Jimin down until he willingly presents his neck to be claimed. There’s no doubt in Jimin’s mind that no matter how much he cries and begs, Jungkook will not even blink in the face of his fat tears.
So once again, he buries his fears and feeble thoughts of escaping deep down and does everything Jungkook commands. The alpha lifts his hand in Jimin’s direction, a rough call for his omega leaving his lips and Jimin is moving without any protest.
He tries to ignore the wolves watching him as he walks to Jungkook. But goosebumps arise on his skin at the predatory gazes he feels moving up and down his body. But no matter how uncomfortable Jimin thinks he feels, his body reacts to his omega’s wishes.
His scent spikes in anticipation, the breeze carrying undertones of freshly bloomed flowers all around the clearing. When he’s close enough to Jungkook, the alpha’s nostrils flare once and Jimin’s omega preens.
“The moon will soon join to witness my claim on you, Omega.”
Jimin wished the moon would never grace the night sky with her light for the first time since her creation.
“Undress.”
Only one word leaves Jungkook’s lips. But one word carries more weight than a thousand could when the alpha is the one saying it. It should sound like a soft whisper murmured between lovers. Should be painted into Jimin’s skin in the privacy of their bedroom. But in the open clearing with five other wolves watching, it sounds exactly like Jungkook intends it to- a command.
One his omega is vibrating to follow.
One Jimin wished he could disobey.
For a few seconds he doesn’t move, too stuck in his own mind to focus enough energy on his limbs.
“Are you refusing his claim, Omega?” A hoarse voice calls from somewhere on his right. Jimin doesn’t have to turn his head to know the alpha’s name. Namjoon.
The hairs on his arms rise at the alpha’s question and his omega bristles in anger at the accusation.
Jimin wanted to. He wanted more than anything to refuse Jungkook’s claim. But he couldn’t. He has a choice.
He can choose to fight Jungkook’s claim with pride and bravery like his heart wishes to and inevitably end up being used by every alpha around if he can’t run away fast enough. And judging by the scents around him, every alpha was secretly hoping Jimin would do just that.
Or he could accept Jungkook’s claim. It would mean protection. It would mean no other wolf would touch him. It would mean Jimin’s omega wouldn’t have to suffer through being bred and used by an alpha it didn’t desire. It would mean that he at least had one chance at living the rest of his days in peace.
If his omega wished- it wouldn’t be so hard to let Jungkook have Jimin as he wished. His heart would mourn the loss of a beautiful dream in which he was loved and looked upon as the most precious being. But his body would have to accept only Jungkook’s touch and seed.
And even if the thought scared him to the bones- his blood running cold, he knew that he could survive being Jungkook’s omega better than being used by every wolf in his pack.
In the end. The choice had been made the second his omega accepted Jungkook as its alpha.
With trembling and skinny fingers, Jimin tugs on the tiny string keeping the silk together. It pools at his feet in a second, laying him bare to Jungkook and his pack. Jimin’s eyes lower to the ground as his throat clogs up with the urge to cry.
If it weren’t for his memory of how warm the air around him was, Jimin would have thought winter has arrived in the south for the first time. His toes were frozen cold and Jimin briefly wondered if they would fall off if he tried to wiggle them.
Hushed and hungry whispers rise around him, and he catches them as if in a haze. A you said he’s skinny muttered in slight shock joined by a cocky for my taste, he is noted with a snort. A I can’t believe nobody took him before barked in disbelief followed by a clan wolves are a joke to all alphas out here.
Jimin’s skin burns and runs cold all at once. He’s too scared to move an inch. Too afraid that even if he lifted his pinky, he would show even more skin. Even though there was nothing more the wolves could see that they haven’t yet.
Rough fingers grip Jimin’s cheeks and in a second his face is pulled upward. He gasps, shoulders curling into himself as Jungkook pins him down with a hardened gaze. Even now when Jimin was at his mercy- naked body and soul in front of him, the alpha’s eyes didn’t soften for a moment.
So up close, he feels like a mountain in front of Jimin. He towers over the omega, blocking everything behind him from view, and for the first time today, his scent washes over Jimin.
“Don’t look away.” He says, voice flat.
But Jimin can barely focus on his command when he finds himself swimming in a pool of mountain ash. It carries undertones of freshly cut grass, spiked in arousal. Jimin’s eyes widen at the realization and his scent spikes as well at his omega’s desire to show his own want to the alpha.
Jungkook’s jaw flexes once, eyes hooding as they lower to Jimin’s lips- puckered from how unrelenting the alpha’s grip is on his cheeks. It hurts and he’s sure it will leave bruises in the form of Jungkook’s fingers, but he can’t focus on that when all he sees is red.
Fire and blood. Desire.
“Get on with it, Jungkook-“
“This is not a joke, Taehyung!”
“I’m fucking hard just because his ass is right in front of me, how do you expect me to stand here until they’re done?”
“It is tradition.”
“And I would be enjoying it more if I could get my cock wet as well,” the alpha snarls. The words fall like an avalanche from his lips, making Jimin instinctively push closer to Jungkook.
The alpha’s head cocks to the side slightly, confused and Jimin’s blush deepens.
“Are you afraid?”
The question sounds foreign on his lips. As if he can’t imagine a reason why Jimin would be afraid when the alpha was right next to him. But Jimin has plenty of reasons.
“Will-“ his voice comes out high and wobbly and he quickly gulps to ease his throat and speak again more clearly. “Will you truly let them watch as you take me?”
Jungkook’s black brows narrow as his eyes search Jimin’s face. He doesn’t know what the alpha expects to see, but whatever it is, he finds it in Jimin’s scarlet cheeks.
“Are you ashamed of your own desire, Omega?” He asks, anger seeping into his voice. Jimin’s omega whines at having angered their alpha.
“I- I just-“ Jimin fights with his own hazy mind to find a solid reason for his question while his omega makes him release more of his sweet scent to placate the alpha.
“You had a choice and you made it,” Jungkook says plainly. “I will not make a vow to claim a weakling, Omega. Don’t disappoint me.”
The words cut deeper than Jimin could have ever expected them to. Suddenly, the protection Jungkook’s claim offered seemed out of his reach and he could almost feel the ghost of countless unknown hands gripping at his naked skin, fighting for a turn to taste his body. Fear greater than ever before pushes his lips to move urgently.
“I won’t,” he promises vehemently. “I will accept your claim proudly, Alpha.”
Jungkook’s gaze lowers from his eyes to his lips and then a silent nod seals Jimin’s fate once again and eases his fear. His omega purrs, pleased with itself.
And without another question driven by fear and shyness escaping Jimin’s lips, the ritual moves forward.
His eyes bulge as far as they could go the second Jungkook cuts a swift line over the bear’s heart. He watches with his heart beating loudly in his ears as the alpha dips two fingers into the blood pooling under the animal on the dirt and then, without a warning, blood is being smeared on his lower lip.
Jimin stops breathing altogether.
There, under the rising moon and darkening sky, Jungkook paints Jimin’s body with blood from the animal he had hunted like Jimin’s body had been crafted for this very moment.
His fingers dip into every curve of Jimin’s body as if every inch of skin was inked into the alpha’s memory even though he had never seen Jimin’s naked body before today. They slide down his neck, leaving a string of blood connecting Jimin’s lips to his scent gland. And then the cold touch is gone and Jimin gasps at the loss of it.
When Jungkook’s fingers return to his skin- fresh blood on them, they feel more intimate than they ever should with so many eyes watching their every move. Jungkook moves his hand with practiced ease until Jimin’s shoulders and arms are marked by runes he can’t even begin to recognize- mind too jumbled to form a single coherent thought.
But when Jungkook’s fingers touch his skin once again, Jimin’s omega breaks the barrier that usually kept his inner wolf hidden.
Jungkook’s fingers move in a steady circle around his belly button- right over his womb and Jimin’s eyes turn golden with need and blind submission. His scent bursts with need, calling for the alpha in front of him.
Jungkook’s eyes find Jimin’s, and the alpha instantly recognizes the presence of Jimin’s omega. He leans closer until his hot breath fans over Jimin’s face, fingers pushing against the omega’s lower belly as he completes the circle.
“Will you accept my seed tonight, Omega?” His voice drips like honey from his lips right over Jimin’s tongue- sweet and intoxicating. “Will you let your alpha breed you and pray to the moon watching us that it will catch?”
Jimin sways on his feet, eyes lowering from Jungkook’s burning eyes to his parted lips. He wonders how they would taste. How their heat would feel on his shivering body. How the groans of pleasure slipping from them would sound against his ear.
Somewhere deep inside his mind, he’s screaming in fear. His human side still beyond scared. But his omega holds the reins now. It guides Jimin forward without fear. His omega knows what it wants and needs and it’s not at all shy to take it.
That’s why Jimin leans his head to the side without a second thought. That’s why he doesn’t curl into himself in fear at presenting his neck for the first time in his life in front of an alpha.
Because this is not just any alpha. This is his alpha. His omega knows it even if his mind tries to deny it.
A brazen smirk graces Jungkook’s lips and his fingers dip lower down Jimin’s body shamelessly until a red line of blood connects the circle around his belly button to the tip of his cock.
Jungkook’s fingers on his silky skin ignite a fire in his lower belly Jimin had never felt before. Even during his heats, when his own fingers were his only source of pleasure, he had never felt desire as deeply rooted as the one taking hold of his body now.
He shudders, eyes closing in bliss as Jungkook’s hands trail upwards, leaving the tip of his cock. When his fingers reach the beginning of the circle again, his arms circles around Jimin’s middle, and the omega is pulled roughly into Jungkook’s body.
His clothes brush uncomfortably against Jimin’s sensitive skin as his head lowers into the crook of the omega’s neck. Jungkook’s tongue comes out to lick a fat stripe right over his scent gland and Jimin’s knees almost give up on him. Only Jungkook’s strength kept his body from hitting the dirty ground.
“From this moment onward, your body belongs to me, Omega. I will protect you from anything that might try to bring you harm and I will breed you to my alpha’s desire until you’re full of my pups.” His fangs come out to nip at the omega’s skin and Jimin’s eyes fly open. This was it. “The moon shines upon us as the most sacred proof of my oath and my pack watches over us as the only mortal witness to my claim.”
Nothing in the world could have prepared Jimin for this moment.
Jungkook’s strong arm around his frail body feels like a prison in his mind, but his fangs breaking Jimin’s skin feels like heaven. Pure bliss.
He can’t feel anything around him but Jungkook’s heat. Can’t hear anything but the alpha’s low grunts as he pulls back to analyze his mark. Can’t move his eyes from Jungkook’s pleased expression as he watches Jimin’s blood trail down his neck as the mark pulsates and forms right on his scent mark.
Fire ignites his soul the second their eyes connect and Jimin falls.
Fat tears break loose from his eyes, golden irises pleading for- for what? For a gentle kiss. For a soft caress on his wet cheeks. For a warm embrace as his body shudders in the open field. For love from his mate.
His mate.
Jimin craves to feel Jungkook’s gentle fingers all over his body until he melts into a pool of happiness against the alpha.
But if there’s anything Jimin knows by heart by now, is that nothing he desires will come easily to him.
The second the mark heals and Jungkook pulls back from Jimin’s heated body, the wolves around them growl and snap their feet into the ground to chant for their union. Jimin shudders against Jungkook, suddenly too aware of his surroundings as his omega slowly returns behind the barrier in his soul.
His inner wolf was sated, pleased with the claim, and ready to let the alpha decide their next move for them. But Jimin was not. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready at all.
“If you don’t fuck that ass open right now-“
“Taehyung!”
“I will!”
Jungkook turns to face his pack, red eyes swimming with desire and pride. A cocky grin spreads on his lips as his head cocks to the side leisurely. And that’s when a bucket of ice-cold water falls right over Jimin’s body making him acutely aware of the ocean of differences that kept Jungkook and him apart.
Here he was, battling with his omega. Shivering in fear. Scared for what was to come next.
And there Jungkook was, as relaxed as ever- ready to crack a joke and take his time before having his way with Jimin. For the alpha, this was as easy as breathing or hunting. For Jimin, this was the toughest battle he will have to survive.
His hand lowers on Jimin’s back until his palm slips right over the omega’s ass. His whole body burns at the touch and his eyes lower to Jungkook’s clothed chest, refusing to look at any of the alphas watching them.
“And how exactly will you do that, Taehyung?” Jungkook mocks the other alpha, eyes darkening.
A low chuckle carries around them from the other alpha and Jimin curls against Jungkook, seeking protection. The alpha’s hand pulls him even closer until Jimin’s nose hits Jungkook’s chest and all he sees is the black of the alpha’s shirt.
“Not even you can fight all of us off, Alpha.”
Jimin’s lips part in shock, heart rapidly increasing its beating. Was the alpha challenging Jungkook? So soon after their mating? Even before Jungkook claimed his body properly?
A deep rumble vibrates through the alpha’s chest and into Jimin’s body, and the omega lifts his head slightly to watch Jungkook. His head was still slightly turned to Taehyung, but his eyes were watching Jimin.
“What will you do, Omega?” He asks lowly, eyes pinning Jimin in place. “Will you let them question my claim on you so openly? Will you cower in fear with my mark on your neck? Or will you prove yourself worthy of my bite and protection?”
The answer comes to Jimin easier than anything had ever come before in his life. It’s not even a real choice. And even if it were- Jimin has already made it the second he chose Jungkook over all of them.
“I’m yours,” he whispers, voice rough from the way his throat clogs up with nerves. “I’m yours to take, Alpha.”
And for the first time, his own words are the ones that seal his fate.
The wolves growl and laugh and murmur among themselves as Jungkook guides Jimin to the rock behind them, but he blocks them out. As much as he can. But the second he’s lifted on the rock by two strong arms on his hips, he can no longer ignore them.
Their red and hungry eyes were all Jimin could see from so far up, and because they didn’t shy away- but only made it more obvious that they craved to see more, Jimin was suddenly begging for his omega to take over again.
“They’re not important,” Jungkook says from below. Jimin’s eyes snap to him to watch the alpha undress hastily. His shirt flies somewhere behind him without care and his pants fall against his ankles in a second. Jimin’s thighs tremble as he moves to curl his knees into his chest.
Jungkook’s cock stood proudly between the alpha’s muscular thighs, red at the tip with protruding veins all around the big girth. He was massive. And Jimin feared the moment that thing will split him open.
He will break.
He’s sure of it.
He will be too afraid to produce slick and the alpha will take him without a care in the world- forcing Jimin to open around his cock.
“Omega,” the alpha growls, angry with Jimin’s silence.
“I can’t take you-“ Jimin blurs out, forgetting all about acting brave.” Please don’t force me- I can’t. You’re-“
Jungkook’s fingers curl around his ankles and the shivers making his body tremble uncontrollably leave the omega in a heartbeat. He finds a short-lived peace in the alpha’s calm eyes and the mark on his neck throbs, his omega pleased that their alpha was trying to calm Jimin down.
“You said you are mine to take,” Jungkook reminds him easily, fingers tightening on Jimin’s skin.
“Yes, but-“
“Do you want someone smaller to defile you?” He asks suddenly, head cocked to the side. “Yoongi will probably please you. He’s big, but not as big as me.”
Jimin gasps at the alpha’s flat voice. He was talking about letting another alpha have him as if he were talking about what they should hunt for dinner. How could he be so nonchalant? How did it not bother his inner wolf to have Jungkook speak so freely about Jimin being taken by another alpha?
“No!” Jimin screams, eyes widening. His omega wails inside of him, begging Jimin to make Jungkook understand that nothing would break Jimin more now than to be taken by an alpha that wasn’t his mate. His scent muffles the sweet undertones, overpowering them with fear and dread and Jungkook’s eyes darken as his body leans closer to Jimin. The muscles in his arms flex and Jimin’s eyes snap to them.
His heart catches in his throat.
Black runes painted the alpha’s shoulders and arms, and it takes Jimin a second to recognize them as the same runes painted against his own arms with blood. He wants to ask about them. About their significance and how the alpha had come to possess each one. But Jungkook speaks again and Jimin forgets all about the runes.
“Then what do you want?” The question is so simple. So quickly murmured between the small space that separated their bodies. Yet Jimin can’t find an easy answer for it.
“I- I just-“
“I will open you up with my fingers,” the alpha whispers. His words speak of mercy, but his voice sounds irritated. Angry that he has to ease Jimin into taking him. His disapproval is clear on his face and Jimin’s omega whines at the alpha’s frown.
“No-“ The word leaves Jimin’s lips before he can stop it. His eyes watch Jungkook’s as he slowly lowers his legs again, making Jungkook’s hands slide up his calves. When his thighs touch the cold stone and fall open, the alpha’s eyes snap between his legs. His nostrils flare and his fingers curl tighter around Jimin’s flesh. “I can- I can take you.”
Jungkook’s eyes linger on his flaccid cock, on the red circle around his belly button. Every spot his eyes touch tingles and every inch his fingers slide over comes alive.
“You were made for me, Omega,” Jungkook whispers against his hips- teeth nipping and the soft flesh. “Your body was crafted to take my cock.”
Jimin’s omega preens at the words, proud and ready to please the alpha. But Jimin can’t hide the tremor in his body. Even when his legs fall further apart to let Jungkook’s hands slip up his inner thighs, he shakes, and his eyes close to escape the alpha’s heated gaze.
When Jungkook finally lifts his body fully on the rock between Jimin’s spread thighs, Jimin breathes relieved- happy to have his body hidden from view. The other alphas have already seen him naked, but they haven’t seen Jimin in the thorns of pleasure. Haven’t seen his body light up with desire.
But his moment of ease is short-lived.
“Present,” Jungkook murmurs as he leans back on his knees to watch Jimin’s body. His heart drops into his stomach, eyes widening.
“Alpha-“ he tries to beg for Jungkook to take him like this. Like this- the alpha’s huge body would cover all of him from view. But if he were to turn around-
“Present for me, Omega.” His scent spikes in anger, vexed by Jimin’s unwillingness to present.
Jimin shudders as he forces himself to breathe in slowly to fight the tears gathering in his eyes. And when his visions blurs so much that Jungkook’s eyes become unclear, he scoots back.
His butt scratches over the rough surface of the rock and his hands slip multiple times as he struggles to turn around, but in the end- under Jungkook’s intense gaze, he finally turns his back to the alpha.
His hands stretch in front of him to make it easier to lower his head and his ass lifts into the air- knees spread wide. Just like Yuna had thought him.
It’s humiliating.
Jimin had prayed he would never have to use the older omega’s teachings, but here he was- struggling to keep his knees from pressing too harshly into the rock. It hurt- there were too many small and sharp bumps that cut into his skin.
He scrunches his eyes shut and bites into his lower lip until blood pools in his mouth.
Jungkook’s hands on his hips should feel intimate and gentle. But they were anything but- they moved around Jimin’s skin hungrily, their touch almost painful. His fingers shouldn’t feel cold against his hole, but no matter how skilled Jungkook was- they only drove Jimin’s fear further up his spine.
Against Jimin’s promise that he will take the alpha without preparation, Jungkook does slip one finger inside Jimin when he finds the omega completely dry. He growls in disapproval, his finger rough and hurried as he tries to open Jimin up faster.
Jimin sobs quietly, omega curling in shame inside of him. To his inner wolf, this should have been easy. His omega was begging Jimin to let his body take over- it knew what it needed to do. But if his wolf is not willing to come forward and take over, Jimin’s mind can’t let him enjoy this like his omega tells him he should.
He should be dripping with slick. It should fall freely down his milky thighs- beckoning Jungkook to knot and breed him. But he’s as dry as the ground in the summertime.
He’s failing. As an omega. As a mate.
His alpha is nowhere near pleased with him. His omega beyond angry Jimin is making this difficult for both of them.
But he can’t do anything about it.
He had never imagined his first time to be like this. He was afraid. Afraid of the pain that will follow once Jungkook’s cock starts stretching him open. Afraid of how the other alphas watching will react.
What if they lose themselves and challenge Jungkook for a turn at his mate’s body?
What if Jungkook truly finds him unworthy and casts Jimin aside even if the omega wears the alpha’s mark on his neck?
What if after being used by Jungkook’s pack he will be given to another rogue pack around the land?
What if-
No.
Fear greater than ever before snaps Jimin out of his horrifying imagination. It hurts and it scares him to death that everything could ultimately come true. His future depended on this moment. If the ceremony really ends with Jungkook unhappy with Jimin’s performance, he doesn’t know what horrors could await him.
He can’t let it end like that.
He can’t.
His omega wanted this alpha. His omega saw Jungkook as strong and worthy of having the omega’s submission. And if his omega was willing to- for the first time in his life, let itself be claimed by an alpha, Jimin has no choice but to trust his inner wolf.
His other half would never lead him astray. He couldn’t describe it, but he knew that his omega sensed something deeper in Jungkook- in his alpha. If his omega trusted the other, then Jimin could as well.
It takes everything in him to relax his spine and lower himself further down the rock, but the reaction his exposed hole gets out of Jungkook is worth it. The alpha snaps his finger out, a growl slipping past his lips.
Jimin shivers under Jungkook at the sound, cheeks flushed over the rock to watch the alpha towering behind his parted legs. Against all doubts and fears, Jimin can’t deny the alpha looked divine.
His black hair frames his strong face and piercing eyes- making him look like the most beautiful creature that could ever have crawled out of the darkness around them. His chest moved up and down with each steady inhale and the trail of fine hairs that led to the alpha’s heavy cock had Jimin whining deep in his throat.
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at the sound, one hand coming up to spread over Jimin’s lower back. The tip of his fingers press roughly into Jimin’s spine- forcing the omega to lower his shoulders further into the rock. Jimin’s toes curl at that and his omega lays submissively inside of him, awaiting Jungkook’s next move.
“Are you finally ready?” He asks, voice rough and loud. And even if the alpha had whispered the question, Jimin’s sure the other alphas would have heard. But Jungkook wants to make it clear to Jimin’s omega that he’s proud to have Jimin showing how submissive he is in front of his pack.
Jimin can’t see the alphas watching them- but he can smell them. Their scents are heavy and heady with arousal, but one scent filters through all of them. One that reminded him of spilled blood and frightened wolves.
Namjoon.
The alpha was angry, there wasn’t a single sliver of arousal clear in his scent.
Jimin remembers how excited the alpha had been when Taehyung revealed he was a virgin. How thrilled he had been at the idea of defiling Jimin.
But his desire wouldn’t come true.
Jimin was willingly spreading his legs for another alpha that wasn’t him and it had Namjoon’s scent seething with rage.
It scares him. Because if the alpha was willingly letting his anger be seen and felt by Jungkook, it meant he didn’t fear the alpha. It meant that he wouldn’t give up on trying to have Jimin’s body under his. It meant that the second Jungkook was no longer next to Jimin, Namjoon would go in for the kill.
“Promise me-“ Jimin breathes out just as the first drop of wetness slides down his rim. “Promise me nobody else will ever touch me.” He shouldn’t dare to ask something from the alpha so brazenly, but something in him tells Jimin that Jungkook wasn’t the type of alpha that didn’t want his mate to be capable of speaking his mind.
Jungkook smirks down at him and all air leaves Jimin’s lungs in a woosh. The alpha didn’t look like a man in that moment. He felt like a god kneeling behind Jimin. He looked like the moon herself had blessed the alpha with immeasurable and great power. His eyes shone brighter than ever before- as if the fire of the sun itself rested in his soul.
A true alpha.
If ranks between alphas truly existed, Jungkook was the greatest of them all.
“No wolf would be mad enough to lay his unworthy hands on something I claimed so openly.”
His words sound like they have been written by the gods themselves. Like the moon herself would punish whoever dared to take Jimin away from Jungkook. Like the alpha truly couldn’t comprehend how another wolf could ever be brave enough to truly challenge his claim on Jimin’s body.
It makes Jimin’s skin burn. It makes his omega soar with happiness. Their alpha will protect them. Their alpha will never let another wolf harm them. And in that moment, Jimin’s mind goes numb, his body surrendering completely to Jungkook’s touch.
This wasn’t what his heart desired, but perhaps it was what the gods had deemed him worthy of. Jungkook was stronger than any alpha Jimin had seen. If he truly wished to protect Jimin as he vowed to, Jimin will never know pain in his life. Will never suffer of hunger and cold. Will never have to lift a finger as long as the alpha was willing to do everything for him.
It’s all he can ask for in a world his kin was used for nothing more but to birth pups.
His body relaxes completely under the alpha and his scent sweetens like never before as more slick gushes out of him. Jungkook’s eyes darken as he watches Jimin’s tongue come out to lick his dry lips- tasting blood on his tongue from how hard he had bitten himself.
“Take me.”
The plea should have been whispered seductively into the alpha’s ear, but it slips like a command from his lips. Like he will not have Jungkook do anything but finally stretch Jimin wide around his girth.
The alpha’s smirk widens and with one powerful and well-aimed thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside Jimin.
Jimin screams and scrambles for purchase, twisting under the alpha to pull away. But his hips are forced back until his asscheeks hit the alpha’s hips again and he has no choice but to stay still and take it.
“You asked for it. Be good now,” Jungkook growls into his shoulder blades, tongue sliding up and down to lick the sweat off Jimin’s skin.
But Jimin can barely hear him. His scalp tingles and he’s so full he can barely breathe. There’s fire in his body- so much of it he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He wants to push away from the cock splitting him open. But he also wants to never feel it slip out of his hole- the pleasure mingling with the pain too addicting.
“ ‘so big-“ Jimin mumbles deliriously, cheeks pressed into the rock under him.
Jungkook chuckles behind him, dark and deep and his cock slips deeper making Jimin whine and shudder under him.
“Are you not afraid anymore?” Jungkook mocks him, remembering Jimin’s earlier plea.
Jimin shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. He can’t even remember why he had been so afraid back then. All he knows is pleasure, and all he wants is for the alpha to finally move and give him more of it.
His heart craves for the moment to be more intimate than this. He wants to feel the heat of Jungkook’s body pressing into every inch of his as the alpha watches him lovingly. But his mind knows better now than to give into his heart’s desire.
Jungkook didn’t take him like a lover would. He didn’t take him like Jimin imagined his father did his mother when they vowed to love each other until the end of time. He didn’t whisper gentle praises into Jimin’s flushed cheeks- wiping the fat tears away.
No. Jungkook took him like an alpha should claim his omega.
He fucked Jimin from behind, guiding the omega’s hips with two big hands gripping the meat of his hips roughly. His praises weren’t sweet and whispered only for Jimin to hear. They were vulgar and brash, loud enough for the moon herself to witness. And no matter how much Jimin tried to twist his body to make the alpha take him like he wanted to, Jungkook kept his hips in place with an iron grip.
Every harsh thrust made his knees scrape against the uneven surface of the rock. His eyebrows scrunch in pain and his lips part against broken gasps of pain and pleasure.
Jimin had never pictured himself in such position before. In his mind, intimacy with his mate was supposed to be tender and soft. But reality seemed to never match his imagination.
Reality was much more improper. Much filthier.
Jimin really couldn’t describe this moment in any other way.
The way Jungkook’s cock carved a place deep inside Jimin’s body in its shape and form was nothing but lewd. The way the whole clearing smelled of his arousal mingled with Jungkook’s and then with the alphas watching them was nothing but downright obscene.
Every growl of pleasure that he didn’t recognize as Jungkook’s sent his mind spinning and every heady scent that filled his lungs from the pack had him hiding his face further into the rock, muscles pulled taut. Jimin never wanted to be seen in such a vulnerable position by anyone else but his mate. But if Jungkook didn’t mind sharing this part of Jimin, the omega could only accept it. Could only try his best to please the alpha as his omega begged him to.
Jungkook changes the position of his hips slightly and then, on his next thrust, the tip of his cock hits Jimin in a place he had never felt before.
He jumps forward, eyes widening.
“A-alpha!”
“Did I find your bundle of joy, little omega?” The alpha asks crudely against his ear, his chest pressing against Jimin’s back. Jimin arches into the alpha’s body, seeking more heat.
He doesn’t really understand Jungkook’s words, but still, he nods fervently, blurry eyes gazing at Jungkook’s face in awe. The alpha smirks, fangs slipping from between his lips- sharp and deadly. A shiver runs up Jimin’s spine- but not in fear. His first instinct is to tense under the alpha, but the second the image clears in his mind, his omega comes forward- calming Jimin.
Jimin is downright fascinated with Jungkook’s body. With the way he knew how to pull Jimin closer or push him away to press his shoulders harder into the rock. With the way sweat trailed down between the lines of his muscles- honey skin glistening in the moonlight.
He was sinful. Every inch of his body was carved by the gods to perfection. And for the first time in his life, Jimin feels favoured by the moon. This alpha was his. The embodiment of strength and power claimed Jimin himself as a mate. Jimin can’t be anything but grateful.
And as Jungkook lowers his head to trail his lips and fangs over the healed bite on Jimin’s neck, a new desire awakens in the omega.
The alpha might be rough now. Might not treat him as Jimin needs and expects from a mate. But Jimin will teach him. He will mold himself to fit perfectly against Jungkook’s rough curves until they become one with each other and the alpha learns how to love Jimin properly.
It might take weeks, months, and years, but Jimin has all the time in the world for it. And he will not give up.
He will not let himself be satisfied with his life until he makes Jungkook look into his eyes with nothing more than pure devotion and love.
It’s a dream he vows to see become reality with the moon as witness.
It’s an oath he makes silently with Jungkook’s whole pack watching intently.
They might see him as weak- as just a body to be owned. But Jimin will make them understand that he is more than that. He deserves to be loved. He deserves to be trusted and respected just as much as the alphas respect each other.
Jungkook’s fangs sink into the mating mark again and Jimin’s vision goes white. Black and red dots swim behind his eyelids and his whole body floats- closer to the skies than any wolf had ever been. He hadn’t even felt his release approaching, it takes him completely by surprise and a loud scream gets caught in his throat as his cock twitches and empties on the rough surface under him.
“Alpha- alpha-“
“What is it, Omega? What do you want, hm?”
Jimin shakes his head, fresh tears slipping down his cheeks as Jungkook continues to fuck him through his orgasm- driving him into oversensitivity. He mewls and cries for the alpha to stop, but Jungkook’s hips are unforgiving.
And just as the sensation of feeling Jungkook’s cock fuck him open slips from mind-numbing pleasure to barely bearable pain, Jungkook’s cock expands slightly and then he’s coming. He fills Jimin up with warm cum until he swears it will not stay in him without the alpha’s knot. But his omega is overjoyed- over the moon at finally being bred.
Jungkook falls against him, grunting deeply as his cock continues to twitch between Jimin’s sore walls. Jimin’s eyes open slightly to gaze at the alpha- they’re so close his eyes crisscross as he tries to look in both of Jungkook’s burning eyes.
“Alpha,” he whispers, lips brushing against Jungkook’s parted one.s And he realizes then that the alpha has yet to kiss him. Has yet to claim that part of him like he has every other. But Jungkook doesn’t lean forward to capture Jimin’s willing lips in a bruising kiss. He pulls back as soon as his cock stops painting Jimin’s insides.
Hot and heavy cum and slick slips down Jimin’s thighs from his abused hole the second Jungkook takes his still hard cock out. But before he can protest or try to come up with a coherent thought, he’s being lifted into the air- limp body secured against a warm and strong chest.
He doesn’t know where they’re going, and he doesn’t have the energy to ask. His eyes take longer than they ever should to open after every sluggish blink. But he does see one thing as he’s being whisked away. One thing that has his mind spinning with questions.
Taehyung has another alpha Jimin vaguely remembers as being Hoseok pinned to a tree, the smaller alpha’s legs wrapped tightly against Taehyung’s slim waist. Taehyung fucks into Hoseok like his life depended on it and the sinful look on the latter’s face was a testimony of Taehyung’s skilled hips.
Jimin had never seen two alphas being intimate with each other. Had never even considered it a possibility. Even in small clans where just over three omegas were born into a generation, alphas preferred to share their omegas than to sleep with each other.
But maybe rogues were different. Maybe they were too blinded by their own desire to really care about how they reached their high.
The last thing he sees before being pulled into the darkness of the night are two red eyes watching him from a safe distance.
Namjoon.
Jimin curls closer to Jungkook, seeking his alpha’s protection instantly. But beyond the initial fear that had him reaching out for his alpha, a sliver of curiosity rested.
How far was Namjoon willing to go? How far will he push Jungkook for a chance to have a taste of Jimin’s body?
His omega doesn’t want to find out, eyes darkening at the thought of another alpha touching them. But Jimin can’t help but wish to find out sooner than later.
Jimin would never choose another alpha over Jungkook if his mate ever gave him the choice. But would Jungkook go back on his oath for his pack? For an alpha that he probably considered family?
He doesn’t know, and he’s not sure if he wants to find out.