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TOSKA [ PART II ]

PAIRING : Yandere!Hoseok x Reader

SUMMARY : The Mating Season is a wondrous time for all the wolves. Well, as wondrous as Alphas fighting against Alphas for their desired Omegas can be. You wish for it to pass quickly. Receive zero offers or worse, get mated to an Alpha that had been the part of the group of wolves that had bullied you throughout your childhood. However, bad luck comes knocking at your door in the form of the Alpha’s son, also the reason you were ostracized and tormented as a child.

GENRE : Yandere AU, Werewolf AU, Omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: Mentions of Bullying, Mature Language, Omegaverse, Yandere Behavior, Misogynistic Behavior, Child Abuse, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Dead Animals, Violence, Sexual Content, Dub-con, Talks of Virginity, Religious Themes, Implied Cannibalism etc.

I do not own BTS. This in, no way, reflects their real personalities. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.

My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

a/n : its finally here!!! this one is a complete doozy and idk if u guys would like it but here is my yandere hobi brainrot offering.

Part I Part II

You'd always been fascinated by the sky. To you, it looked like a painting created by the most talented of hands. Masterful brushstrokes carefully painting it's expansive canvas in streaks of blues, goldens and the lightest of pinks. As lively as the scene it now watched over.

As far as the naked eye could see, the clearing was filled to the brim with onlookers. Each wolf gathered in the area looked expectant. The Alphas anticipating gruesome fights, the Betas expecting a huge mess that they would have to clean up later and lastly, the Omegas- made to sit closely to their kin or mates- dreading the bloodbath. Fearing either for their Alpha children who were participating or themselves, the ones being fought for.

You fell into the latter category. With Mother on one side and Father on another, you could do naught but sit still and resign yourself to watching wolves inflicting brutality on one another.

Currently, two wolves were fighting over a “highly-desirable” Omega. The said girl sat in between her parents, shaking like a leaf. The sound of paws hitting hardened wolf skin reverberated like a drum. Each hit led the girl to flinch, horrified that she would be bound to the vicious winner in nearby future.

Peeling your gaze away from her, you tell yourself to look ahead instead of looking at the makeshift fighting ring. You willed your mind to move away from this place with no luck. Sounds of Alphas jeering, energised by this show of power, the correct way to “win a Mate”, falling upon your ears. You could hardly keep your meager breakfast of cold soup down when you heard the sound of the loser of the fight howling as his opponent tore into his neck, sharp teeth ripping apart fur.

The winner spent no time in jumping over the fence to reach his Omega, pulling her shaking form up and tearing into her throat, jaw clamped around the thin neck to bind them together for an eternity. With their respective parents beaming at each other, recognizing the others as now family, the next round began.

The one that everyone had been waiting for, including you.

Jungkook entered the ring, already in his wolf form. The large midnight black wolf looked intimidating even from your position. It’s fur was glossy and as it walked towards the centre, the clear rippling of muscles under his fur excited the crowd to an unfathomable degree. They were expecting blood to be shed.

For a moment in time, you wondered if you had been afraid for nothing. Jungkook was no bunny anymore. His stature screamed strength and as he met your eyes, you saw determination and resolve. Your friend had a good chance to win.

Your hopeful heart shattered, however, as Jung Hoseok entered the scene. His lithe body gleamed, a sheen of sweat covering his naked torso. The cheers grew to a deafening degree, the winner clear in the crowd’s mind before the fight had even begun. Alphas of all ages cheered for him as well as a few Betas, encouraging the Alpha that the pack was all too proud of. After all, the wolf had survived alone in the woods by himself, that alone was a testament to his strength, survival instincts and most importantly, his killer instinct.

And the man clearly knew it. His lips quirked up in a small smirk as he looked up and straight into your eyes. Immediately, you looked away, heart thundering. There was always something about his eyes. As if they knew things.

As soon as that crawling feeling of having his eyes set upon you had left, you look back. He stood facing the crowd still, now looking at his parents. The Head Alpha and Omega stood still, not a single smile or look of encouragement upon their face. For a second, you wondered if they were upset about his choice of a Mate but that couldn’t be right. They were one of the most progressive wolves you had come across. As far-fetched as it sounded, with their son being a disgrace to Mother Moon, the couple had always been supportive and loving with their son, unaware as they were of his activities. You couldn’t imagine them being so disgusted with this decision.

Upon looking closely, they almost seemed as if they were avoiding his gaze. Their faces looked almost uncomfortable, if one focused enough. The Head Alpha stood straight, however, he seemed to be almost leaning backwards, as if trying to escape being in the line of sight of his own son. The Head Omega, his mother, simply looked away.

Your muscles seized as the dreaded gaze met yours. Palms that lay clenched on your thighs began sweating, your body reacting as his eyes roved over you, almost feeling like a physical touch. Your mind reeled. The physiological reaction of fear and arousal, as frustrating as it was, was so similar that it always left a sour taste in your mouth. You wish to peel your eyes away but he mouths,

'Look at only me'

Giving you one last look, almost threatening look, he turns away, facing his opponent. Jungkook's wolf shakes his head, as he growls in impatience for Hoseok to change into his wolf form.

The crowd lets out a simultaneous gasp as the tall man crooks his finger towards the large wolf, beginning the fight.

Heads turn towards each other, confused. Even Jungkook's wolf stands still, the ebony wolf looking bewildered. Was he not going to change into his wolf form?

This was basically a death sentence. One's wolf was multiple times stronger than one's human form. To fight a wolf without changing was like admitting defeat.

Or maybe, as you looked at the confident Alpha's parents, it was an expression of arrogance. Of proclaiming that one's opponent is so weak that one's wolf form need not spend it's energy to defeat the other. Maybe this was why Hoseok's parents were looking so resigned.

Your insides bubbled with hope. He had always been ailed by his arrogant nature. Looking smug for a fight he was bound to loose, you felt yourself relaxing. Maybe you were worrying about nothing.

With the clang of the massive drum, the two wolves began to circle each other. One in his human form and the other in his animal form. Jungkook was the first to lunge.

As his massive form flew in the air towards the taut form of Hoseok, everyone expected a noisy collision.

And it happened. Except, not the way that everyone expected.

Hoseok's large hands grabbed the front paws of his opponent's wolf and threw the large wolf on the ground. Landing a good feet away, you flinched as you heard something crack.

For a moment, the crowd was stunned into silence. No matter how powerful, getting the upper hand on a wolf in one's human form was unheard of. Alpha Hoseok had always been considered a powerful Alpha but this was surprising, even for him. But despite the way you felt dizzy at your friend's possibly broken hind leg, the crowd went wild. Mainly, the Alphas hooted and shouted, chest puffing out with pride to witness such a strong wolf in their midst.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Father grin, wrinkled face looking smug and proud. Having a Mating Offer from the Head Alpha's son had made him ecstatic but having connections with the wolf that had proven himself to be so powerful? He looked like he was about to burst from the happiness.

You could feel yourself slouching, wanting to disappear as everyone threw you not so discreet looks, whispering of your good luck.

Commotion in the ring drew everyone's attention. In the moment that he'd hit the ground with such force, Jungkook lay still for a moment. And it was this moment that his opponent took advantage of. Running so quick that he was a blur, Hoseok reached the prostrate wolf's side as the animal stood back up, clearly favouring his right hind leg. He leapt on the human figure again, this time with his maw open, sharp teeth looking for skin to tear into.

Taking advantage of his broken leg, Hoseok leaned on the right side and slid under the wolf, muscled arm quickly taking hold of the left hind leg while simultaneously putting the neck of the wolf into a chokehold. The sound of his other hind leg cracking under the force of your doom's animalistic strength, made your heart fall to your stomach. As the wolf howled, tears fell down your cheek for your friend's pain, your body flooding with guilt.

Jungkook was incapacitated.

As the healer dragged the large wolf away, the sound of cheers and proud thumps on your now Mate's back fell upon your ears that were ringing strangely. You realised you were hyperventilating.

"Greet your Alpha sincerely." Father spoke into your ear as you sneered at him, feeling strangely rebellious now that you felt like you had walked into a death trap.

Father's jaw clenched, his Alpha displeased by this show of defiance by a measly Omega. Before his meaty hand could rise to discipline you, you found yourself engulfed in thick arms, your head ambushed by a strong chest. You stood still, nails digging into your palms as his scent assaulted you. The same scent that brought you distress throughout your childhood now conditioning your body to recognise as it's Mate.

An insistent nose tickled your neck, finding your scent gland and taking a deep breath. Your body that was pushed against his shook as his chest rumbled in a pleased growl, nose digging into your skin even more forcefully.

You expected sharp teeth to embed themselves into your vulnerable neck as his eyes met yours. His hands dug into your waist, clenching the cloth covering your form as his head lowered again.

Shockingly, a wet kiss planted itself on the base of your neck before he pulled himself away, looking pained. His calloused hands cupped your face as your teary eyes focused on the slope of his shoulders, whispering,

"I'll do it later. Thoroughly."

The cave is large. Obscenely so.

Granted, he was the Head Alpha’s son but what use could an unmated Alpha make of a cave that was more than two times larger than the one your family of three lived in?

Well, your former family of three.

You were a Jung now.

Sitting on a smooth rock, you stared at your watery reflection in the small pool of water that was created in the cave floor due to collection of water from the indents in one of the cave wall that was situated near a stream of fresh water. You’d never seen such a wonder of nature before. To have fresh water within reach all the time? Miraculous.

Despite this, you couldn’t find any excitement within yourself at the idea that this cave was now your home. Despite it’s own source of water, spacious area and a large nest made of wool and soft-looking fur of various animals, you would have to share this space with your personal nightmare.

Share this bed with that nightmare.

Kylo ran his fingers through your hair before running the wide-toothed wooden comb through the soft strands. Mother had washed it along with the rest of your body and clothed in a thin white dress that reached only slightly below your knees back at your parents’ cave. As tradition demanded, you had subsequently been brought your Mate’s cave while he had gone to the celebratory function.

And now, you sat waiting for him to come and claim you.

Your reflection shows a face that looks devoid of any emotion, devoid of life. Your eyes, despite being lined with the kohl that Mother made using soot, look lifeless. Your mind keeps going back to Jungkook’s pained howl, belying his pain and defeat. Your eyes water as your think of how much pain your friend must be in.

As the kohl rubs off due to a lone tear that fall down your cheek, Mother abandons the mortar and pestle, in which she crushes red berries , in favor of holding your chin and titling your face her way.

“Child, do not shed any more tears. It does a Mated Omega no good to worry over an unrelated Alpha. If your Mate comes to know of it......” She wants to say more, her tone is strict but you know she means you no harm. Yet she holds back, not wanting to make things worse for you.

Kylo’s hand also comes to a stop, his arms falling around you and his face burying in your neck. His body is shaking and even though you can hear no sound, you know he is crying, his gentle soul aching at your pain.

Mother stares at you for a moment but you know her hands are tied so goes back to the wooden table that sits low to the ground in the middle of the cave and picks up the pestle back again.

Kylo picks his head up from your shoulder and whispers in your ear,

“Just get through this night. We can undo this mating. We’ll petition the pack council, don’t worry. I won’t let you suffer in the hands of that monster.” His words that were intended to act like a balm on your aching heart bring you no relief. To do what he proposes, you’ll have to still spend the night with him. Be claimed by him.

You’ve gone numb and words have left you. As much as you wish, you cannot even bring yourself to say something back to your best friend, to even squeeze his hand in solace. At this, Kylo cries harder, unable to look at you slip away in your mind.

The sensation of Mother’s finger smearing the berries’ extract upon your lips feels like it’s so far away. You strangely feel detached. When you’d spent those sleepless nights worrying about what might happen if Hoseok won, you’d imagined that you would fight. Or run away. Or hang yourself from the tree beside the Pack Kitchen. But now, as the nightmare becomes reality, you find your limbs to be devoid of any strength.

Your entire childhood you had been tormented by him, so why not the rest of your life?

Mother pulls you up by one arm and Kylo pulls another to drag your numb form towards the large bed. You sit slouching in the middle of the sea of fur and wool as the sounds of talking falls upon your ears.

He has come.

You distinctly wonder if he’s drunk. Father always came back drunk from the ceremonies so it’s only rational to think that your Mate must be inebriated too. After all, he’d taken the ultimate revenge from you. Ruined your life spectacularly. It’s a night of great joy for him.

Your senses only return to awareness as the entrance of the cave is closed with the cave rock. And despite your body feeling like it’s gone numb, it comes roaring back to life as your eyes fall on the only form that’s left in the dark cave besides yourself.

Hoseok stands at the very entrance of the cave, his tall frame dominating the space. The area around him is lit by the fire of the wooden stick that is mounted on two opposite sides of the cave. The orange glow of the fire highlights his strong frame, making the muscles on his thick arms and shirtless torso seem more intimidating.

The same glow falls upon his face, the flicker of the fire giving his face the appearance of something supernatural. The dark eyes that refuse to blink as they trace your frame stun you. As you sit, cowering, you can swear that you see his eyes glow red for a moment. The atmosphere turns eerie, the dark corners of the cave almost feel like they grow eyes to watch you, snickering in your misery.

However, all thoughts flee your head as he moves towards you, his footsteps urgent and almost clumsy. You wonder if he’s too drunk but your sense of smell finds not a hint of it on him.

As he falls upon the nest on his knees, you slither backwards. Goosebumps rise across your arms at his proximity, traitorous body confusing your emotions. The disgust and fear that were normal for you upon seeing your tormentor’s face since childhood are being confused for the need to mate by the Omega in you.

He’s so capable, so strong, it sighs.

Veiny hands fall on your arms, slowly crawling upwards as he reached your back. As he pulls you flush against his form, you realise slithering backwards was not in your best interest. Now you are stuck between the cave wall and the wall that was his golden-skinned chest.

Tilting your head up, his eyes fall upon every feature of your face, desperation burning in his eyes. You can feel the strength in his hand, despite the gentleness of his action, as he caresses your cheek and pushes stray hair behind your ear.

“Waited so long for this. For you.” He groans, mouth falling against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in it’s wake.

He laps at the skin, tongue insistent upon his skin. You wait for a cruel word, but it never comes. Suddenly, it hits you as he kisses your breasts over your thin dress, that this might not be a cruel prank.

That your bully has somehow developed feelings for you. But how?

Big hands fall upon your legs, feeling each inch of skin as they slither upwards, taking the dress with them. Your head falls back and you realise that all this time, he has been purring, knowing for it’s sedating effects on an Omega.

Limbs turning to jelly, your mind blanks as you struggle to hold onto shreds of your sanity. You want to protest but your body has taken over. You want to cry and you want to push him away, scream that he’s ruined your childhood but your body has a mind of it’s own. A pained moan leaves you, a conflict between your rational mind and your Omega that demands your submission.

You move and the action rubs your thighs together, the squelching sound of slick making you want to cry. At once, his eyes fall over your moist core that is now exposed to his eyes, your dress now resting at your stomach. You feel your face burn and your body falls further into the softness that cushions your back, an arm falling on your eyes.

You can only hear the sound of your rushing heart and his harsh breathing for a moment before your world explodes into stars.

He places his mouth upon your wet centre and leaves a hot, open mouthed kiss against it. At once, many things happen.

You cry out as your body stretches taut, nerve endings on fire. Having never been touched there, your body feels overly sensitive as if it’ll burst into a million pieces like it just did if he touched you again.

At the same time, Hoseok lets out the loudest growl. You keen at the sound, wetness rushing out of your lower lips. Peeking out from under your arm, you briefly see his mouth coated with slick as he licks his lips and looks at you like a prey he’s encountered in the wild.

He’s breathing hard for a moment before you feel his weight on you, body feeling incredibly close to yours. Snatching your arm away from your face, he holds it above you, stretching both your bodies taut and incredibly close to each other.

You move your head to the side before a forceful hand turns your chin. He holds your jaw in his palm, nose touching yours. You lay motionless as he stares into your eyes. His hand pushes your jaw open and a dollop of saliva falls from his mouth into yours. Suddenly, his mouth is sealed over yours as he sucks on your lips, tongue invading your mouth. The mixture of his saliva and the taste of your own wetness coats your mouth, which he licks at. As your mouths separate, a thin string of saliva binds you two.

You feel as if the blush has reached down your neck as you realise that this vulgar exchange was your first kiss. Your lower lips had been kissed before the ones on your face.

Your breasts brush against his hard chest due to your heavy breathing. His face, half masked in darkness looks down, searing your chest with it’s intensity. Both his hands are on your breasts instantly, fondling and squeezing them. He looks like he’s in heaven and eyes wandering as if he cannot decide where to look. At a particularly harsh squeeze, you let out a moan.

You know that Omegas are not allowed to express pleasure during any sexual activity. Even a single moan or a sound that slips past one’s lips could act as a testament to an Omega’s wanton nature. In a society where it was considered virtuous to not express sexual desire, this was a grave mistake.

But instead of looking disgusted and pushing you away as you’d been half hoping, his eyes become almost rabid. His mouth meets yours again, tongue plundering your mouth savagely. Insistent hands pinch the tips of your breasts and as sounds spill past your lips despite the screaming in your brain, he drinks it all in as if starved.

His hands slip away from your chest down your back to grip your buttocks, unashamed as can be. As he his palms squeeze and pull, you bury your face sideways against the pillow, biting your lips to block any sounds. Pulling your hips up to grind against him, he latches on your neck.

Tears slip past your cheeks, making their way down the slope of your nose as your body welcomes the one man you were afraid of.

A gasp slips past your lips as you feel the heavy weight of his loins upon your core. It feels hot and pulsing, very different from how your finger had felt on your core the one time you'd touched it as a teenager and been caught by Mother and beaten for it. 'Good Omegas did not have dirty ideas', she'd said.

You feel the scrape of sharp teeth on the skin of your neck as a shiver racks your spine, Omega moaning at the thought of being claimed. It made you push your hips up, inviting that heaviness.

Your back bows and a scream slips past your throat as at once, your core is breached and teeth lodged in your throat.

The wetness lets him slide in easily and he takes full advantage of it by moving immediately. His teeth dig in further and you push at his shoulders, it was enough to breach the barrier of skin, why did he torment you so by digging it so deep?

His teeth recede, tongue lapping at the wound created. You can do nothing to control your breathy gasps as your mind feels like it's evaporating, the euphoria of a bond coursing through your system. His hands caress your thighs before grasping them hard and widening them before he begins snapping his hips. His hips pound against yours as you scream, unable to stop any sounds as your Omega howls, relishing in its win. You cry and moan, the conflict between the two sides raging. His groans are in your ear as he licks the shell of it.

"Mine." He growls, the sound of it so distorted and harsh you can hardly make sense of it.

Your core is burning as he pounds, nerve endings sizzling. Your body twitches, ready to combust once again. It finally does so as he makes you watch him, eyes holding yours as he licks up your chest, from the valley between the twin peaks to the column of your neck before he kisses you. He kisses like he's trying to steal your soul as you cry out, scratching at the wool of the nest. In the end moments, he's growling and snapping his hips harder, before his back stretches like an arrow string and you watch as he empties himself inside you.

And this time, you're sure that red takes over his eyes completely.

Your body feels as if it’s floating, the high of multiple orgasms swimming in your head. Yet it does nothing to the disgust that roils in your stomach towards the man who stands up to pull the wool blanket that lay under you, a dark crimson patch catching your eye as your consciousness gives in.

The sky turns red as the globe of fire that hangs in the sky disappears behind the horizon, streaks of gold shooting across the heavens. Your vision is blurry is you run, tired and hungry.

Oh, the hunger.

It clawed at your insides and slowed you down. Having eaten nothing for two days, you only ran and drank sips of water from the waterskin hanging from your neck.

But if you wanted to put sufficient distance between you and your Mate, one of the best hunters in your pack, you would have to run. But how long?

You didn’t know how far another pack was and if they would even accept you. But you had to take a chance.

The greenery that was until now thick around you began to shift, changing. Nature watched as it’s very outline changed, distorted till you could no longer recognize your own surrounding.

Thick shrubs lessened and right in front of your eyes tall trees, that had been here for hundreds of years receded backwards. You stilled, horror clasping your heart in it’s vicious grip.

A hand seized the back of your neck, clenching hard as your head began to swim and pulled you backwards. You could only cry as you saw the previously distorted scenery correct itself, stitching itself back together into a picture of normalcy.

When you came to, you were in the pack grounds. Every pack member stood there, although their faces were blurry. You couldn’t distinguish between any of them, as if they one collective sentient being.

Suddenly, night fell over the sky as a fire lit up.

Screams of terror tore out of your throat as you saw the melting faces of Kylo, Mother and Father.

Kylo’s flesh falling off his bones as he was burned in a huge fire in the middle of the pack ground as everyone else watched, silent.

In the mesh of faces, your eyes found the one that was in crystal clarity.

Hoseok stood there, smiling innocently.

“Hello again.”

Your heart thundered in your ear as you woke from your slumber, the melting flesh of your loved ones plastered behind your eyelids as you blinked. You were on the damned bed you had went to sleep on and had a bad dream. You breathed a sigh of relief. You’d never had a dream so realistic.

As your vision regained focus, it fell upon the shirtless man in the cave pool, his eyes fixed upon your rising form. Hoseok was in the pool up to his stomach, wet hair slicked back off of his forehead. His arms lay crossed on top of the cave floor as he stared at you, the same smile he wore in your nightmare sitting comfortably upon his glowing visage.

“Hello again.” His baritone voice left you speechless, the content of the speech bringing bile to the front of your mouth.

The droplets enhancing the perfect slope of his nose, strong eyebrows and a smile that resembled the shape of a heart, all this would be considered attractive in your eyes. Except looking upon him only brought back memories you wished not to recall.

As the haze of sleep wore off, you jolted up. It had been instilled in you since childhood that an Omega had to wake up before the Alphas of the house and prepare the morning meal.

As you flailed to get up, the thin fur you had been covered with fell of, arousing a loud growl from the Alpha across from you, eyes tracing your form. Not wishing a repeat of last night, you look around for the dress you had worn last night and spotting it carelessly thrown upon the cave floor, rush to pick it up and put it back on.

Turning around to slither the dress down your body, you fail to notice Hoseok approaching you. As the dress is about to fall down your back, he places his palm upon the middle of your back, preventing the dress from falling down. His large palm covers the entire width of your back, fingers splayed out as they were.

Your hands fall upon the cave wall, knees shaking as your body roars to awareness, the mark upon your neck burning. You wish you could evaporate into thin air, the humiliation of everything that has happened since last night creeping up your throat.

But this needed to be done, you remind yourself, a Mate bond could not be broken before it was consummated. Now you just need to find a reason to break the bond and petition the Pack Council.

A nose tracing the line of your neck stops your line of thought.

"We don't need these curtains between us, darling." He murmurs, pulling at the dress.

You roll your eyes. It felt so weird to heard these pet names coming from him. You push away from his grasp just as his arms are coming to cage you in, his front plastered behind your back.

"Uh...where's the cooking area?" You question, looking at anywhere but his eyes that have considerably darkened.

He shakes his head, fingers worming their way through yours, clasping your hand.

"You don't need to cook, darling. You could hurt yourself. " A pained expression overcomes his face as he pulls up the hand that's in his grasp towards his mouth, placing kisses on its back.

You look at him like he's gone crazy and maybe he truly has. Being affectionate with you, not calling you names and now forbidding an Omega from cooking?

He startles suddenly, pulling you in a certain direction.

"I'm so sorry, darling. You must be hungry. I'm so sorry. I should have known. I.." He rambles, the muscles in his back looking tense as he pulls you towards a side of the cave that you can see has a fire pit typically created for cooking and a line of utensils near it.

Crouching near a pot, he takes off the lid. Steam can be seen in the air as he ladles the hot porridge into a bowl.

Coming near you, he presents it you, a wide smile and hopeful look upon his face.

Your response must be a bit too late as his face falls and he speaks up again.

"Ah, I should feed you. It is too hot, after all." He speaks.

Before you can disagree and snatch the bowl from him to eat in peace away from his prying eyes, you are seated in his lap with him holding up a spoon towards your mouth after blowing on it determinedly.

You can only stomach two spoons and push the third one away. At this his jaw clenches and you can see his fingers becoming white with the force he's using to hold them. Instinctively, your insides tense with worry. It is in your nature to soothe anger or to distance yourself from it.

"Did you cook this?" You ask, voice small.

He scans your face before his features relax, falling back into a dopey smile. You are extremely alarmed at his bipolar nature but know better than to comment.

"It's nice. I just don't eat much in the morning." You say, trying to excuse your reluctance to eat more. It's not that you can't eat more but you don't want to eat from his hand but he doesn't need to know that.

He pouts, the expression so ridiculous, it stumps you. His behaviour inside the cave is so different, you'd have thought it was a different person completely. He'd never acted like this even in his childhood.

"Fine. But you need to develop the habit of eating more, darling. It's not-" He speaks, mouth still pouting.

You interrupt him,

"I should get ready to go to Head Alpha's cave." As a tradition, a newly mated pair goes to the Alpha's childhood cave to pay respects to his parents.

He nods as you walk away. You are more than ready to get on with the day, not because you get to meet his parents but because you'll get to visit your cave after visiting his.

As you put your hair up in a bun, customary of a mated Omega, you hope that Kylo would be present when you go to your parents' cave. You have a plan and you are all too excited to put it into motion and leave this place and this restricting bond behind.

As you think over your flimsy plan, the clear image of red overtaking his eyes dominates your mind.

When the two of you enter Hoseok's parents' cave, there is no around one to be seen. The entire cave looks empty.

This surprises you. A newly mated pair is always welcomed alongside friends and family. You remembered the day after Kylo's sister's Mating. She had come home to all of her friends and family, even you had been invited. It was a huge celebration, complete with Alphas drinking and enjoying to their hearts' contents and the Omegas cooking and chattering, teasing the newly mated Omega.

For a moment, you think that you might've entered a wrong cave. With the strange way, the Alpha beside you has been acting, this wouldn't really surprise you.

But this assumption is corrected when you see the Head Omega, Hoseok's Mother peeking out from one corner of the large cave. As you give her a meek smile, she begins to take timid steps towards you, her small stature looking even smaller.

You bow at the waist, the strong grip around your arm tightening as you bend to show respect. Despite your eagerness to dissolve this Mate Bond, she is still the Head Omega and you have to show her respect.

She nods as her eyes flit between you and Hoseok, quickly looking away from him as if his form repels her.

"Come in." She waves you in.

As you step forward, Hoseok walks alongside you, arm slithering its way around your waist. You can only put up so much of an act to appease him though. You walk faster, avoiding his arm and stepping past the older lady.

As she watches her son enter the cave, for a moment it looks as if she steps in front of him, stopping his entry. A range of emotions occupy her face in such a fast pace that it's hard to distinguish between them : sorrow, disgust and fear. Your eyebrows furrow at this exchange, confusion deepening.

He, on the other hand, stands tall, face grave as if carved with stone, eyes shuttered, lacking any emotion. At once, you are surprised by this. His behaviour at the cave had shocked you and now this? It was difficult to draw a connection between the two sides of him.

His Mother quickly turns her head away, allowing him to step past her. As his hard stare meets yours, you look around, unable to look into his eyes any longer than is necessary to maintain the facade.

This action must have been mistaken as curiosity as the Head Omega speaks, voice still quiet.

"The Head Alpha has gone out for a hunt." Your eyebrows rise up at this. He didn't even want to be there for his son's first day as a Mated Alpha. As far as you could recall, theirs had always been a loving family, both the parents extremely doting of their son.

What went wrong?

The entire visit was underwhelming to say the least, with the Head Alpha gone, the Head Omega actively taking every opportunity to avoid the two of you and their son making use of this time to ask you every possible detail about yourself.

Your heart finally began to rush in excitement when you entered your parents' cave. With Father clinging on to your new Mate, you were left alone to talk with Mother and Kylo.

Mother, as expressionless as ever, put a hand up to your cheek and stroking it for a moment, asks

"Are you okay?"

You want to tell her that your traitorous body still burns with humiliation when you think of what you had to do last night. You want to tell her that his presence suffocates you. You want to tell her that you've already made plans to leave him.

But you don't. You just nod, for her sake.

Giving you a long look, she finally nods back and walks off to the kitchen nook to prepare food.

Turning around to see Kylo, you can only see a blur of a blue dress before your neck is in a death grip between the slim arms of your best friend as he clings to your embrace.

A laugh tumbles out of you.

He backs out of the embrace, giving you a nasty look.

"You have the audacity to laugh? I was worried sick the entire night." He barks at you.

Looking around the two of you, you wonder how far you can push your luck, knowing that wolves have a good hearing. You risk it anyway, this plan needs to be discussed. You want out of this as soon as possible.

"Did you think about the plan?" You question him.

"Yeah. I asked around, discreetly of course, and there is a way to get out of this Mating."

Leaning in, he whispers the entire plan in your ear as a twinkle enters your eye.

You feel as if the air around you is stifled. You move around Hoseok's cave after coming back, acting as if you are oblivious to his insistent stare upon it.

After you'd told Kylo of your idea and how to execute his plan, the two of you had spent the rest of the evening together, the stress finally melting out of you at the thought of being able to get out of the Alpha's grasp. The two of you had joked around, confident that your plan would work.

However, all the joy had drained out of you after you'd come to the cave, depressed at the thought of spending more time with the man of your nightmares.

Feeling him coming towards you, you make a move to slither away. This is proven futile as he catches your wrist in his hand and turns you to face him.

His eyebrows are slashed downwards and his frowning mouth looks at you disapprovingly.

"Why were you laughing so much? You never laugh with me." He speaks, going back to the childlike-behaviour he'd exhibited in the morning.

"I need to g-" You insist before he interrupts your plea to move away.

"Don't have too much of a good time there next time or else I won't take you to that plan again." You gape at him, wondering if this is some poor attempt at humor. Your suspicions are proven wrong when his gaze does not flinch and no hint of a smile graces his stern features, delivering a threat.

As you look at him in puzzlement, bewildered by his thought process, you thank all the heavens that you'd be free of his clutches soon. Spending a lifetime with this wolf seems like hell.

As you snatch your wrist from his grasp, giving him a nasty look, your hair must send your scent to his nostrils as he growls menacingly, chest rumbling. Immediately, a clawed hand gripping your throat as he pulls you close, nose sniffing at your neck.

Voice sounding more animal than human, he sounds out,

"Why do I smell that wolf on you?"

Your heart is thundering, the Omegan response to being close to an Alpha in his rage.

"W-who?" You manage to speak, mind racing to think if you'd come into close contact with any other Alpha that would warrant this reaction.

"That wolf that's always clinging to your side." He sneers, baring pointy teeth.

Suddenly, he pulls you toward the small pool of water as you wonder why he's so agitated by the scent of Kylo, an Omega.

As you struggle to grasp the situation, a stream of water rains down on your head, drowning you in cold water. You flail, the cold seeping down to your bones and chilling you.

As soon as the pail of water empties, the sound of flesh meeting flesh resonates in the cave, your palm hitting his cheek with all the strength you could muster, years of frustration and anger giving it momentum.

"What is wrong with you?!" You scream, water dripping down the ends of your hair.

"You're a psycho! What is wrong with an Omega touching other Omega?!" You're aware of the fact that you look like a drenched mouse as you stand there screaming at an Alpha twice your strength and size as he looks at you, face guilty and lip caught between his teeth.

"I-I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He grinds out, desperately trailing behind you as you march away, snatching a piece of absorbent fabric to squeeze the water out of your hair.

As you plant yourself down on the nest, facing away from him, you tune out his pleas, slapping away his hand occassionally as it comes to stroke your shoulder. Internally, you are thankful to him for giving you a reason to be free from his ministrations tonight. You're not sure if you can pretend to be that complacent again. As much as your body enjoyed the touch of its Mate, your mind cannot go through that again.

Just survive this night, you tell yourself, tomorrow we'll be out of here.

As soon as you woke up in the morning, you knew what you had to do.

You woke up sluggishly, trying to catch Hoseok’s attention, which wasn’t exactly difficult. The permanent grimace upon your face along with your slow movements wiped the smile off of his face as he watched you rise, the mug of water he’d been extending towards you forgotten.

“Are you not feeling well, darling?” He speaks tenderly, as a loud sound is going to have you breaking down into tears.

You sigh and move past him, muttering ab ‘I don’t know’ to complete your pitiful image.

Crouching down by the pool, you scoop water into your palms, throwing it onto your face half-heartedly. Hearing footsteps behind you, you time out the dry heaving perfectly, violently gagging and coughing as he crouches behind you, holding your hair back. Rubbing your back, his worried eyes try to meet yours as you get back up.

“Is your stomach upset? Was it something you ate?” Eyes panicked, he places a hand on your forehead, “Your temperature seems fine. Don’t worry, I’ll get the healer.” Before he can rush off to the healer’s cave to fetch the man who’ll clearly be able to ascertain that you were as healthy as a horse, you stop him.

“I’m fine. I’ll feel better after I eat something.” For good measure, you put your hand to his cheek, his eyes going wide and looking at you as if you’d told him the secrets to all the mysteries of the universe.

Hoseok fusses over you, sitting you down on the nest as he brings over a bowl of the porridge he’d cooked. You take a spoonful before throwing it back up, and coughing.

After making you sip on water, he presents another spoonful before you reject it. Putting on a pathetic expression, you look at him with misty eyes, arousing his sympathy as he puts down the bowl to cup your face with both hands, cooing.

“I- I think I’ll feel better if I have some ox blood soup.” You speak weakly, sniffing.

He nods vigorously, the desperate expression on his face being replaced by determination.

“Of course, darling. If that’s what my darling wants, then that is what she’ll get.” He gets up, putting on his boots and hunting gear as you lay on the nest, giving him an innocent look.

As soon as he speeds out of the cave, a smile fills your mouth.

You hum as you get ready to go out, eager to get out of this dark cave.

The Pack Council hut is a small, disorganized place which seats only three of the seven members of the council. As you stand in the middle of the room, bearing the attention of the six Alphas and one Beta, you wring your hands together.

This is your only chance to be free of your overbearing relationship with Alpha Hoseok.

Taking a deep breath, you let out your plea.

“I want to annul my Mating with Alpha Hoseok, son of Alpha Minjung.” You look at each and every Alpha in the eye for a few seconds, forcing yourself to look confident.

The last person you look at is Father, part of the council and the Alpha who looks to be the most displeased. Almost everyone in the council looks displeased, annoyed looks on their faces. All except for Alpha Minjung, Hoseok’s father.

He looks resigned, as if he had known this would happen. And for the split second, you’d looked at him, almost sympathetic.

You can feel Father’s glare at the side of your head. You knew you'd have to face his wrath later but for now, you're confident.

Confident in your own self for once. Confident that with the accusation you were about to make, you'd be able to escape the nightmare you're stuck in.

Alpha Minjung stares straight into your eyes for a moment. Opening his mouth, he lets out a sigh before he begins to speak.

"Omega of Hoseok, please present the reason for th-" Mid sentence, his eyes widen comically. Within a moment, you realise why.

Unease slithers down your spine as you gulp before looking back. You neck refuses to turn, a fist of fear squeezing the base of your spine. Before you can force your body to turn backwards, quiet footsteps land beside you. You look up at him, shaking.

Hoseok's shirt is splattered in blood. Belatedly you realise that this is a common instance that occurs during hunting but the nightmare that plagued you, of him slaughtering your family, rushes to the forefront of your mind unceremoniously.

His fists are clenched so hard that all you can see is white. He is evidently clutching something in his other fist but due to your position, you cant see just what exactly it might be. His eyes refuse to meet yours, glaring at the council members sitting in front of him. You are thankful for being spared the weight of his furious gaze, nausea is ripping apart your stomach as it is.

Hoseok takes his time to speak, all eyes riveted to his tense form, waiting. You are holding your tongue too, suprised at his sudden entrance, expecting him to be late from the hunt. You'd hoped that by the time he would come back from the forest, your mating would have become annulled.

Finally, he speaks, the weight that blankets the room with his presence feeling heavier.

"May I know what is the reason for my Omega to be here? In my absence?"

Minjung looks uneasy and hesitant to speak. Before he can, Father takes this opportunity to butt in.

"Son, you must forgive this stupid girl. She came here behind your back to demand mating annulment. I told you to discipline her well!" He glares at you, making full use of this opportunity to make it crystal clear just whose side he was on.

Father looks like he wants to say more but Alpha Minjung raises a hand, a mask of calm back on his face.

He looks at you, ignoring the body beside you that quivers in rage, asking you to present your case.

You breathe through your mouth, lungs feeling deprived of air as if your mate beside you has sucked out all the life sustenance in your vicinity.

Steeling your nerves, you speak

"I believe that my Alpha has been practicing the forbidden religion of...Shymath."

Everyone in the room goes still, even the man beside you. Terror constricts the throats of the room's occupants, the very name striking fear into the hearts of wolves.

Your father stands up in a rush, his chair clattering to the floor. As he rounds the table to rush towards your side, your eyes catch Minjung's. The Head Alpha looks stricken. He has never looked older or more tired.

Suddenly, a familiar hand strikes your cheek. The force of the blow slants your body sideways, right into the arms you wish to escape from. Father is fuming, taking heavy breaths, nostrils flaring. He moves forward, hand raising, before Hoseok raises a palm in his direction, silently warning him away.

Father backs off, eyes still glaring daggers at you. Your cheek throbs in pain as Hoseok, moves you in front of him, chest plastered to your back.

The room has erupted into furious whispers and chatters, your outrageous accusation shocking everyone.

Everyone looks sceptical and a few orthodox wolves even begin to mutter chants, praying to the Moon Goddess for safety.

The hands on your arms tighten further.

"Esteemed wolves of the Council, kindly ask my beloved Omega as to what gave her the impression, within two days of living with me no less, that I am a worshipper of the devil." Hoseok's raspy voice comes out calm, belying the tense way he holds you.

Jaeho, an older wolf, looks at you sceptically before speaking.

"He's right. On what grounds are you making such outrageous claims?"

You knew that what you were about to say was a far stretch and something which could not be verified objectively. But in your desperation to escape this union, you were dependant upon the shock factor of your accusation and Hoseok's absence for your escape from his clutches.

"Council Elder, the night of our...mating, I saw Alpha Hoseok's pupils overtaken by red."

The room lets out a gasp.

You understand the gravity of the situation. Symath was a god feared by the wolves since the beginning of time. When the world was created, the Moon Goddess created the wolves to live and prosper in it. For a prideful community such as the wolves to thrive, it needed a leader. A wolf that was strong and wise. In her attempt to ensure that her children would be protected, the Goddess made a wolf that could lead the wolves. This was wolf was Symath. Everything went well. For a while, at least. Symath gained too much power, convincing the Moon Goddess to give him unbeatable strength and immortality. He grew his power and cultivated his greed. Corrupt and sinful, he eviscerated wolves who stood in his path. The Moon Goddess was devastated to see Symath do the exact thing he was created to prevent. She stripped him of his title as the leader of the wolves and the wolves disowned him. Stripped of his title and community, he grew hateful and bitter. He scoured heaven and earth to find sources to increase his power, all to no avail. Until he found a witch. It is said that the witch was a thousand years old and had amassed powers beyond mortal comprehension. Nobody knows what exactly happened between Symath and the witch but he consumed the witch whole in order to ingest her power. High on power and strength, he returned to subjugate his community, subjected the wolves to pain and torture for their betrayal. Although the wolves lived in a reign of fear, they hated Symath and this became their uniting factor. They staged a coup and dethroned the dictator, exiling him to the forests where he would roam for eons.

To worship him is a betrayal to the wolves and the ancestors who suffered under his reign. Such an accusation in itself could be a death sentence.

The tense atmosphere was damaged as the Alpha behind you, the accused in this situation, laughed.

He laughed on and on, as if you'd cracked some silly joke. The elders looked at him warily, waiting for him to finish with his amusement. You looked at him confused. You'd expected anger, disbelief and even fear, to an extent. But not a flippant dismissal of the accusation.

Minjung cleared his throat, the setting sun instilling everyone with lethargy and wishing to steer the session into a sensible direction.

"What do you have to say in your defense?" Said the Head Alpha, questioning his amused son.

Hoseok shoved you away, running a hand through his hair.

"Do I even need to respond to this ridiculous accusation? Worshipper of Symath? Red eyes? Have I been such a disgraceful Alpha to this pack? I've hunted rigorously to feed its belly, stood unflinchingly in face of its enemies to protect the pack's young. Yet I get accused of being a worshipper of Symath? And red eyes? What a fucking joke!" He spits in Father's direction, his eyes burning in rage as Father flinches away.

"Your stupid bint thinks my eyes glowed red because of a reflection she saw in the dark, with fire sconces glowing all around. No wonder these Omegas are not given positions of power." Hoseok lets out, body shaking.

He steps forward, animatedly gesturing to the Council.

"This Omega of mine stands before the Council, talking about red. Why don't we talk about the fact that I never saw any blood on our Mating sheets!" With this, he loosens his fist, a white sheet sprawling on the floor.

Your vision turns hazy, bile moving up your throat.

You begin shaking your head frantically, gaze pleading with the Council to believe you. An Omega being accused of being sexually active before Mating was like sending them to the gallows. You might as well be thrown out of your pack and exiled.

"Th-thats not true. Please believe me. He's lying! I saw-saw blood on the sheets. Father please!" You beg the Council and as they turn their heads away in disgust, you plead with Father.

The Council down at Father and as he stands there stewing in embarrassment, his ire grows. The vein in his forehead throbs with intensity as you cry in front of him, blubbering at him to believe you.

He moves his head to strike you once more, disgraced by this accusation by your Mate. Before it can hit your cheek, a veiny hand stops him mid-air.

Hoseok stands beside you, shoving Father's hand away. He gently turns you towards the Council, a pitiful look on his face.

"Although my mate has disgraced me and falsely accused me, I love her still. If the Council allows, I would still like to accept her as my Omega." He simpers, gently squeezing your arm and looking at you with damp eyes. Your heart is still thundering, worried about the way you'd be ostracized if this accusation your mate has thrown at you catches wind.

The Council looks at Hoseok sympathetically and Father thanks him profusely for still agreeing to keep you.

The next moments are a blur as Hoseok drags you towards his cave, the hand around your wrist tightening the further you move away from the Council.

You want to scream that what he said wasn't true. All of a sudden, it comes to you.

As you were slipping into slumber on that night, you remembered the sheets being pulled from underneath you and the sizzle of fire as something went up in flames.

You begin to hyperventilate as you near the and as he shoves you inside, blocking the cave entrance with the huge rock, you want the ground to open up and swallow you.

Refusing to look at him, you move backwards, the sight of his feet moving towards you making you choke up.

Your foot catches on something and you land in a heap of furs. Before you can scuttle back up, Hoseok bends over your form, placing a sturdy leg beside your hip while keeping the other on the ground.

Having no other choice, you look up at his face and blanch.

Red eyes glow back at your face. There's no mistaking it now. There's no darkness of the night or reflection of fire to play tricks on your mind.

You whimper. What was this?

Hoseok coos at you, a sneer overtaking his lips.

"Why, dear Omega? What's wrong? You thought you had a worshipper of Symath for a mate huh?" His fingers stroke your jaw gently.

"I never knew you'd be so smart. Or was it just a shot in the dark? Hoping that it would be true or at least shocking enough for an annulment to take place?" He laughs, the sound turning your stomach.

Suddenly, all amusement evaporates from his features as the hand on your jaw tightens.

"I thought we could make it work, Omega. I waited eons for you, sweet darling. Yet you betray me like this? Have I been that bad to you?" The red in his eyes shimmer as he glares down at you.

You're filled with rage at his words and cant hold yourself back from spitting in his face. He doesnt even flinch as the wet slimy liquid splatters across his cheek and nose.

"You're disgusting! You've been nothing but bad to me. You've tormented me throughout childhood and now you have the nerve to say that you've been betrayed!? I hate you!" You screamed, years worth of anger and hatred spilling out in a tumult of words.

Your vision is filled with him as his face nears yours, lips almost touching each other as the rock wall behind you prevents you from escaping.

"I'm not him baby."

You look at him questioningly.

"You thought I'm a worshipper of Symath? No. I am him." He whispers as the air around you stills and red overtakes his eyes completely, not a speck of white to be seen.

Nonononononono-

You begin struggling, genuinely afraid for your life.

The hand on your neck tightens and the sensation of claws on skin makes you cry out.

"Shh. I cant lose you baby. Finding you in this mortal body's memories was pure luck. I couldnt believe that I'd find my mate like this. I-i know that this mortal body tormented you but i-it was the only way I could get to you. And I couldnt abandon this body once I posessed it." The creature in front of you speaks in a rush, pleading.

You wonder if you can even call him Hoseok anymore.

If he's even inside there.

As the desperate wolf-no could you even call him that anymore?-pressed his lips to yours with a groan, your consciousness gave out.

You wake up to the smell of meat cooking. Your throat is parched and eyes are sore from crying. Immediately, you feel nauseous. As your clumsy feet move around to stand, the truth of your situation falls heavily upon your shoulders.

Your spine jerks and straightens, feeling his predatorial gaze on your form. You find him sitting near the fire, stirring a pot and giving you a sweet smile. He beckons you closer.

"Come eat, darling. I'm sure you must be tired after such an eventful day." He giggles.

You stay rooted to your spot.

Pouting he walks up to you, a bowl in his hand.

"Fine. I will come to you."

You put your hands behind your back as they clutch onto the back of your dress, fear spreading throughout your chest at the truth of this being's identity.

He holds up a spoon to your mouth, gently smiling. Despite him putting it to your lips, you refuse to open your mouth.

His gentle smile turns gnarly, looking more like a sneer.

"I said eat darling. I made it as a reward for you." Forcefully pushing the content of the spoon into your mouth, he holds your jaw closed so that you're forced to swallow.

However, it immediately comes back up as you realise what you just ate.

Rabbit meat.

The man in front of you smiles innocently and kisses your cheek as you scream.

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chummywchimmy · 2 years

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I'm so glad that you liked it😭❤️

ALSO YES PLS ILL DIE TO READ A WEREWOLF AU THATS WRITTEN BY YOU!1!1!1!

!Spoiler!

In terms of his memories, yes. His memories are intact and can be seen by Symath but his consciousness has been lost. He can't fight to take the control of his body back.

Thank you for giving it a read<333