◐ PART II of The Alpha ◐
◐ PART I ◐ SERIES MASTERLIST ◐
Pairing: Alpha Jimin x Omega Reader
Rating: (for this chapter) Mature (rating will go up)
Warnings: mentions of ritual combat, sexually suggestive language, ABO sexual dynamics, discussion of marking, mating, and claiming
Word Count: 1100
You fell to your knees, uttering the one word that would complete the ritual and seal both your fates.
Then all hell broke loose. Noise and movement erupted on every side.
“Oh my goddess, Yoonji is gonna be so pissed she missed this!” Min Yoongi whooped loudly from across the circle.
Your forehead furrowed in confusion as chaos escalated around you. The blindfold was still in place as you were technically not permitted to remove it till the ceremony was officially dismissed.
What is happening? What’s wrong?
Suddenly the chief elder charged into the fray, waving his hands wildly like a spastic pixie.
“My brothers and sisters we must - er - strive to consider this unexpected turn of events as-“
“What have you done?!”
You recognized that voice - your mother - hissing frantically in your ear. She must have breached the circle to get to you.
A hand (probably your mother again) wrapped around your elbow, yanking you roughly to your feet and you yelped in pain-
The person manhandling you froze immediately. Silence crashed down like a hammer.
“...Take your hands off my mate.”
The words were spoken softly this time, but there was no mistaking the weight of an alpha command. The grip on your arm fell away without hesitation.
Unease began to churn heavily in the pit of your stomach.
You didn’t recognize his voice.
You had no idea who your mate was.
Jimin could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest.
The first moments after your scent invaded his senses had been euphoric... but reality pierced his lust-addled haze when your mother began dragging you away from him. And when you cried out-
He reacted on instinct alone.
Jimin could count on one hand the number of times he used an alpha command, but seeing you in distress had pulled it from him effortlessly.
The weight of several hundred stares poured over him in the oppressive soundlessness that followed his outburst.
“Luna rex provocatione.”
The words cut confidently through the air - each syllable dripping with strength and authority - much like the man who spoke them.
Kim Namjoon had issued a formal challenge.
“Well... That was a flaming disaster.”
Jimin rolled his eyes.
“Thank you, Taehyung. Your grasp of the obvious remains unparalleled.”
The chief elder hauled Jimin and his family into the council chamber immediately after Namjoon’s challenge. Taehyung had simply followed along because he was nosy.
“So what happens now?” His hand ran absently through his hair as he addressed the pack’s interim leader. “What does the challenge mean?”
“You’d know if you hadn’t skipped Alpha Camp every year,” Taehyung interjected.
Jimin just barely resisted the urge to strangle him.
Alpha Camp was an annual training session that involved all the alphas holing up in a cave at the top of the mountain to have profound discussions about “the great burden of leadership” in between fighting each other for fun and eating poorly cooked meats.
Jimin shivered. He attended one time and immediately decided that he’d rather be tossed naked into a hornets nest than endure another second of Alpha Camp.
“Yes. Well. Tragically my grandmother in Seoul took ill-”
“She’s quite fragile.”
“If that is all-” the chief elder interrupted with a pointed look at both of them, “the situation we find ourselves in is rare, but not unheard of. Still... it’s been nearly two hundred years...”
His eyes rested on Jimin with something that looked suspiciously like sympathy before continuing.
“Luna rex provocatione is quite specific. Namjoon intends to fight you for the right to mate our Luna.”
Jimin’s wolf snarled viciously.
“Over my dead body.”
“I think that’s the idea.”
Taehyung again - but this time Jimin was too alarmed to be irritated.
“It-It’s a fight to the death? I have to kill him?”
The chief elder looked incredibly uncomfortable.
“Technically... no. You do not have to kill him. You simply have to force a surrender. However...”
Everyone in the room leaned forward unconsciously.
“In order for the Luna to accept a new mate, her old mate must die. You do not need to kill him ...but he does need to kill you.”
“Will someone please tell me what happened back there?”
“I was about to ask you the same question!”
The veins in your mother’s forehead were throbbing so fiercely they could be seen from space.
You sighed and aggressively massaged your temple in an effort to build patience. The seething matriarch of your family had never been a particularly bad mother - but she hadn’t been a particularly good one either.
She was your mother.
“Aunt Isa,” cousin Seokjin soothed diplomatically from the corner, “perhaps we should all just take a deep breath and consider the situation.” His gaze met yours supportively. “After all... our Luna completed the ritual correctly. She followed the scent of her mate and acknowledged him-“
“Who?” you cut in impatiently, “Who did I acknowledge?”
The corner of Seokjin’s lips twitched a bit in the ghost of a smile.
Your jaw literally dropped.
No wonder everyone had lost their collective minds.
“But... but Park Jimin hates me. He never speaks to me! He won’t even look at me.” You paled. “What if he rejects me-”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry too much about that. No one who saw the two of you today-” he cleared his throat significantly, “I mean he seemed pretty into it.”
Bile and doubt burned bitterly at the back of your throat.
“... That could just be pheromones. I’m telling you Jin, he’s never bothered with me like the others. I barely know what he looks like.”
That wasn’t true.
Park Jimin was a living, breathing work of art with plump pink lips and a backside most women would commit murder for.
You knew exactly what he looked like... what he smelled like...
Heat twisted deliciously in your gut.
And he’s mine.
“It doesn’t matter anyways,” your mother’s voice interrupted unpleasantly, “because Namjoon is going to kill him.”
“How are you going to force a surrender?” Taehyung asked quietly. “Have you ever tried to compel another alpha?”
Jimin shook his head. It was common for alphas to unleash alpha commands on one another to sort out which of the two was more dominant, but he had never cared one way or the other.
“Has anyone ever successfully compelled Namjoon?”
He already knew the answer, yet he found himself asking anyway.
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◐ PART VII of THE ALPHA ◐
◐ Series Masterlist ◐
◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐
Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader
Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)
Warnings: this one is a little darker... implied violence, mentions of blood, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, discussions or ruts, (non-explicit) kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker...
Word Count: 4200
Author’s Note: You have no idea what your support has meant to me. After getting the dreaded Covid it was awhile before I had the energy to work on this. Truly your asks and your messages and comments...they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @underthejoon were the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story.
Fifteen Years Ago...
“It can’t be-”
“Run for the elders! Quickly!
“Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”
The red smoke was invented by the first wolf known to mate a witch. Legend has it that their bond lent him some of her magic and with it he created a mystical powder that unleashed bloody plumes like knife slashes in the clouds.
It was a distress call.
A wolf in danger or in need could throw the powder (usually into their fireplace) and the red smoke would rise - drawing others to their aid.
No fire was needed and the strange shimmering clouds it produced could even be seen on a moonless night.
“What happened? Where is the Luna?”
The chief elder was still out of breath, having charged over from his chambers to find Isa in hysterics.
“She’s gone! Something scared her! It triggered a half-shift!”
His eyes widened in fear and alarm.
“She’s too young to half-shift. The energy it would take-”
Isa broke into sobs again.
The girl was only five years old. She and her wolf were too volatile to merge safely. The wolf would be frightened - it would run.
Eventually the child might regain control, but she would have no way of knowing where she was or how she got there…
And she would be weak. The effects of the shift were too much for a pup that age.
The chief elder felt true terror grip his heart.
“Call for the alphas - immediately!”
Although they were technically one of the oldest bloodlines in the village, Park Clan had only five families to its name - all betas.
Except for one.
Park Jimin was the first alpha ever born to the Parks and as such he became the head of his family on the day of his birth - officially the youngest clan leader in history.
When the call for alphas spread through the village, nine year-old Jimin was roused from his bed to serve on behalf of his people.
Clan alphas were required to report, regardless of their age.
“I don’t have to tell any of you what is at stake. Our pack has been entrusted with the Luna’s bloodline. Her safety is our sacred commission.”
The woods were no place for a child. If fluctuating temperatures and possible starvation weren’t bad enough, there were wild bears, packless ferals, rogue witches, snakes, and worst of all-
Unblessed wolves—animals without a human heart. They were by far the most pressing danger to the little girl.
“Surely young Park can remain at home for this,” Jeon Jinseok pressed. The boy was barely older than his grandson, Jungkook, and he was reluctant to endanger another pup needlessly.
Some quiet murmurs of assent could be heard around the elder’s chambers, however the chief elder himself shook his head sadly.
“I understand your concern… but the law is the law. Every clan alpha is sworn to such a task. He took an oath after his first transformation-”
“He was seven-”
“An oath is still an oath.”
All eyes turned to the gentle voice in the corner. The Park alpha looked impossibly small and soft.
But his gaze burned with determination.
“It is my right and duty to seek the Luna alongside all of you.” His round little jaw clenched stubbornly. “I’m not afraid.”
The sound of bones and sinew shifting filled the air as one by one the clan alphas fell to their wolf forms and took off into the forest.
Until only a small silver wolf remained.
The chief elder sighed.
The boy would not undergo the Change for another six years. The mental link between his wolf and human forms was not yet complete. It was difficult for information to pass from one to the other.
“You are the wolf force of Park Jimin.”
After a moment the wolf nodded.
“You were called here because the Luna has gone missing and you must find her if you can. Search the woods until your wolf force can endure no longer and then return. If you find the child, bring her home as soon as possible.”
The young wolf nodded again and then disappeared into the night.
It was cold.
The last thing you remembered was a loud noise. It was too close - you panicked-
Then there was heat and pain and running and now this-
Darkness and barren trees looming over you as far as your frightened eyes could see.
Your hands were bleeding. Tears began to slide softly down your cheek as your lips trembled.
Jimin had never been allowed into the forest alone. A myriad of new shapes and odd smells assaulted his senses as he ran.
He had only seen you a handful of times.
Bright silver eyes with a smile that could set even the coldest heart into bloom.
Now you needed him.
And he was going to save you.
It was not a question or a matter of chance in his mind. He was meant to find you. It was as if a thread from his chest was bound to a thread from yours and his wolf knew to follow it without question or thought for its significance.
I’m coming, little Luna. Hold on.
Your nose was not yet fully developed, but the stench creeping through the air toward you was unmistakable.
A soulless wolf.
The last time you encountered it was after a hunt. Your father killed one who attacked him and he brought it home for you to scent.
So you could recognize the smell of danger.
Gradually two shining eyes emerged from the darkness, yet unlike the wolves of your village, these were dark and fathomless-
You couldn’t tell much about its age or coloring, it was too thin - too dirty, but the bared teeth and steady progress closer signaled its intent clearly.
“Please,” you whispered, as it crouched back on its hind legs, preparing to strike.
Tears blurred your vision as you heard it leap forward.
But the strike never came.
Another wolf tackled it to the ground before it could reach you. The two of them tangled viciously in the moonlight; a terrifying mass of snarling and claws.
The smaller fighter was already bleeding, but he clamped down on his opponent’s throat in the first hit and hung on to it even as the animal snapped and scratched brutally at his skin.
Jimin could feel his strength beginning to fail him. The pain was excruciating, but he had to endure. If he let go, he was lost-
You were lost.
So he held.
And at last the soulless wolf collapsed on top of him.
For a moment, all was quiet.
Jimin felt the wounds over his hide begin to tug at the edge of his consciousness. Accelerated healing could only do so much... He was hurt badly.
Then two small hands began to push at the unblessed corpse. Small huffs and heaves poured from you as you worked to free him from beneath his defeated foe.
“Don’t be afraid, Silver,” you grunted, “Momma says the healing works best if you can get warm.”
With one final heave you disposed of the beast as best you could, then moved to wrap your body around your injured champion.
“I can help,” you whispered, letting the tears fall freely. His soft whimpers were the only reply you received as you snuggled in closer, running your hands gently over the soft fur.
The young wolf’s eyes were already beginning to lose focus.
“Please goddess,” you begged into the night. “Please save him.”
Then the two of you drifted into a heavy sleep.
Jimin opened his eyes again just as the dawn broke.
He was still in wolf form, but the pain of his injuries had lessened considerably.
Either that or he was becoming numb.
His eyes dropped to the figure curled up next to him and his heart stirred. You were so pale… and he could feel your small body shivering violently against his chest.
She will not last much longer...
It took nearly everything he had to stand to his feet and nudge you awake.
“Will you bring me back, Silver?” you asked weakly.
Jimin nodded and the two of you stumbled forward into the forest, trusting the vague recollections of his wolf instincts to lead you home.
Isa was beside herself with worry. Wolves came and went throughout the night-
But there was still no sign of you.
And the odds of a child surviving the woods alone with no heat and no protection were slim at best.
Her hands shook as she gathered feed for the horses from the storeroom near the back of the house. She willed herself to complete the task - any task - in an effort to busy her mind and perhaps achieve a moment of respite.
Her hand closed around the back door handle and she started forward - only to nearly lose her balance over something lying on the porch.
The bucket of feed dropped from her grasp, sending kernels of grain in all directions.
Two bodies lay in a heap at her feet, clutching one another desperately. The Luna and her silver wolf were covered in matted blood and dirt.
But they were alive.
Isa began to scream, drawing out the other two occupants of the house; her husband Roojin and his younger sister, a beta healer named Ryn.
“Oh my goddess,” Ryn gasped, “that’s the Park alpha! I heard some of the elders saying that he hadn’t checked in last night!”
“Get them inside. If we don’t act quickly we could lose them.”
Roojin tried to lift you away from the wolf, but the action was enough to rouse you and you immediately began to kick and scream frantically.
“No! I won’t leave him!” you sobbed, wrapping your body even tighter around the injured pup. “Silver, wake up! Please wake up!”
“Baby you need to let him go! We have to treat him!”
But you were frantic, refusing - violently - to be separated from your rescuer.
Ryn was eventually forced to grab a syringe from her field kit to sedate you.
Isa carried your limp body to the fireplace and began to peel off your wet clothes while Ryn and Roojin dealt with Jimin’s injuries in the kitchen. Blood dripped over the tabletop and puddled ominously on the floor while they worked.
“It looks like he was attacked.” Ryn’s eyes began to water. “What a brave little boy.”
“How the hell did he survive this?”
“I don’t know, but without a healing touch he’ll die.” She ripped her gloves off and rolled up her sleeves. “Stand back.”
Twenty minutes later Isa and Roojin caught the young healer as her legs gave out from under her. She had poured the majority of her energy into restoring the young Park alpha - perhaps more than was strictly safe-
But he would survive and that was all that mattered.
“I must contact the elders,” Isa murmured as she helped Ryn to a seat near the hearth. “In all the chaos I forgot to tell them that we found her.”
Roojin sighed, letting his eyes drift back to the table.
“That pup brought her back, but I wonder if they’ll even believe it. I wouldn’t - not if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”
“No...” Ryn whispered from the chair. “You can’t tell them about the boy.”
“Why not? He’s the only reason she’s still alive. He deserves to be recognized.”
“You don’t understand,” she shook her head weakly. “His clan is nothing. They have no power - no other alphas. This will make him a target. The alpha pups will challenge him and the stronger clans will see him as a threat to their influence…”
She pulled herself upright and limped over to the table where the young wolf slept.
“But he's just a child….and small for his age at that. He has no powerful clansmen to protect him from the ramifications of this.”
Her hands clenched to fists.
“When his human form returns, he won’t remember saving the Luna. We’ll take him to his mother’s home at nightfall - make it seem like he wandered back. He may garner some respect for surviving the woods, but then they’ll leave him alone… and he can go on living his life in peace.”
Ryn turned to face them both with a determined expression.
“We owe him that.”
“Where is the silver wolf? Where have you taken him?”
As soon as the sedative wore off you reached for the boy once again, only to find that he was gone.
“The silver wolf was hurt very badly, sweetheart. Your aunt carried him away to be treated.”
“I have to go with him! He needs me!”
“No, honey - you can’t-”
Isa pulled you into her arms and you collapsed into helpless sobs. The last twenty-four hours had finally caught up with you.
You were too weak to fight back.
“Luna… the silver wolf is in danger. Are you willing to keep him safe?”
You nodded fiercely, letting the flow of your tears soak through your mother’s sleeves.
“Then you must never tell another soul that the silver wolf saved you. No one can know that he was with you in the forest.”
Your eyes narrowed in confusion.
“You will tell everyone that you found the way back alone. Do not mention the silver wolf.”
Isa lifted your chin till your eyes met hers.
“Promise me, Luna.”
Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest as you thought of your champion. He had spared you from a gruesome fate and you did not even know his name.
You wanted so desperately to thank him.
Last night, you were so cold - so afraid - that you hadn’t said it...
Now you never could.
So instead you would protect him - no matter what it cost.
“I don’t like him.”
Jimin tilted his head slightly toward his best friend.
Taehyung took a long sip of water then moved his hand to cover his mouth. To an outside observer he would appear to be wiping excess liquid from his lips.
“The senior envoy from the Iron Claw pack.” He shook his head. “Something about him is off. He’s ill at ease.”
All the major packs of the mountain nations dispatched representatives to greet and solidify their relations with the new Alpha.
Any pack who failed to send a proper delegation risked a diplomatic incident.
The first twenty-four hours held great significance when it came to the transfer of power. The official term for the tradition-packed period between the revelation of the Alpha and his ultimate reunion with the Luna was called “The King’s New Moon.”
The new moon was the darkest phase of the lunar cycle and the immediate separation from his mate was meant to be a test of the Alpha’s restraint and bearing.
Jimin wanted to put his fist through a wall.
He missed you.
Fighting Namjoon was nothing compared to the torture of this bureaucratic circus.
As the day progressed he was extremely grateful to have Yoongi and Taehyung at his side. Yoongi agreed to act as interim Praetor while Namjoon recovered and he and Taehyung were quick to fill in any knowledge gaps Jimin had with regards to protocol.
The first round of ceremonial greetings between packs dragged on more than an hour before the bell struck for a brief recess. In fact, until Taehyung’s rather strange pronouncement, nearly every moment played out with boring predictability.
Though there was one notable surprise.
Apparently the Iron Claw pack had just undergone a change of leadership and was now under the command of a female alpha named Azira Kai.
Authority in the Iron Claw pack was traditionally decided through combat, and Azira beat nearly thirty-five challengers to ascend as queen.
Female alphas were extraordinarily rare. Jimin knew they existed, but Azira was the first one he’d ever heard of.
Iron Claw’s senior envoy delivered the news himself at the start of the ceremony and personally conveyed the queen’s well wishes.
Jimin eyed the representative in question speculatively from his corner of the table. At first glance the man seemed much like every other emissary gathered in the crowded hall to fulfil centuries old obligations. But Taehyung had always possessed a strange sense about people.
His instincts could not be easily dismissed.
“I will keep that in mind,” he whispered as he sent the young man a courteous nod.
The sun had already begun to set when a messenger from the chief elder’s chambers arrived at your door. At long last the ceremonial requirements were drawing to a close and soon the elder’s council would be sending you instructions.
However...‘soon’ could mean anything from twenty minutes to five hours.
“You might as well rest while you can,” Jin teased with a salacious wiggle of his brows. “Who knows what strenuous activity you might find yourself involved in when they finally let that boy loose.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that your cheeks weren’t burning with embarrassment.
“I will rest, but not for any reason you’re thinking.”
Truth be told, your nerves were a bit… frayed.
A frustration was building within you and nothing seemed to satisfy it. You weren’t even sure what you were wanting, but you definitely wanted it.
“Of course not,” your cousin chuckled as you gathered your gloves and wandered back to the bedroom.
An hour later Jin’s boredom found him snuggled up on the couch near the fireplace reading over an old cookbook from your mother’s pantry.
“Heavens… no wonder Aunt Isa’s kimchi is so dry. This is a disgrace.”
Suddenly the front door began to shake and pound violently. Strange smells carried through the air and his eyes widened.
He drew in a deep breath and immediately growled in frustration.
A small bowl of red powder sat on the mantle above the hearth. Jin just barely managed to toss it into the flames before the door splintered off its hinges.
“Hello boys,” he drawled, unleashing a massive dose of pheromones while the knives strapped to his forearms slid smoothly to his hands. “What brings you here?”
“I just heard the strangest news,” Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the small scrap of paper passed to him by one of the council aides.
The next set of guild masters were making their way to Jimin at a snail’s pace. It would be several seconds before he needed to greet them.
“One of the healers sent word that Namjoon has disappeared from his assigned recovery room.” He shook his head curiously. “Where do you suppose he’s gone?”
Jimin’s eyes widened.
That mangy mutt. He’s probably bent Yunli over every surface of her brother’s house by now. Goddess above! He couldn’t hold out for six more days?
“I’m sure I have no idea.”
I should have killed him. This is a disaster. He can barely walk, how does he expect to-
“The Miner’s Guild is honored to serve at the pleasure of the Alpha.”
Jimin nodded regally and forced up a pleasant smile.
“The honor is entirely mine, Master Lee. I look forward to-”
A loud crash split the solemn hush of the room as a young member of the council guard burst through the heavy wooden doors.
“Red smoke! Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”
Jimin felt his heart plummet into his stomach.
Chaos erupted immediately.
“Call for the guards!”
“We must notify the healers.”
“The messengers just spoke to her-”
“Is it an attack?”
The Alpha’s voice cut across the assembly with authoritative resonance.
Every eye turned to him in expectation.
But he could only think of you.
“Jung, lock the building down. Take your clansmen and seal off every entrance.”
Murmurs began to stir through the hall as Hoseok directed his people toward the access points, but he ignored them.
“Choi. Make for the healers. Have a dozen of them meet us there.”
Jimin was already heading for the door. The deadly length of his claws flashed ominously in the firelight.
“Kim, Min, Jeon - with me.”
The three alphas in question fell in step behind him without a word.
The scene at the Luna’s home was nightmarish.
Jimin ran to your room immediately, but all he found was a broken window and the lingering scent of your fear.
His wolf howled in anguish as he fell to his knees and screamed in rage.
At the front of the house four badly beaten bodies lay strewn about the kitchen and living room area. Most of the furniture was destroyed and the scent of carnage soaked the air.
The omega stood at the center of the rubble. There was a nasty slash running up his right leg and another grievous wound near his ribs.
But his arms were wrapped around a massive foriegn wolf with the thin blade of his favorite knife pressed against the intruders throat.
“What happened here?” Yoongi gasped. “And that smell-” he moved his hand to cover his nose.
“Pheromones,” Taehyung nearly gagged.
His eyes fell to the corpses - examining their injuries with a critical gaze.
“Jin, you dangerous bastard.”
The omega simply smiled and forced the prisoner onto his knees.
“I don’t understand…” Jungkook shook his head.
“He flooded them with omega pheromones... These four were unmated.” The Kim alpha let out a cold chuckle. “He triggered their ruts… and they killed each other over him.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened.
Male omegas really were terrifying.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed and he considered the scene.
“None of this makes sense. The scent markers are clearly from the Iron Claw pack. They didn’t even bother to mask…”
Jungkook and Yoongi began to search the bodies for any hint of their motives or identity when Jimin returned from your room. His fury was palpable in the air around him.
“Why would anyone kidnap a Luna?” he snarled. “The divine bloodline is sacred to all wolves. Who would be so reckless?”
Jin shook his head.
“I don’t know.” His knife twisted into the prisoner’s neck. “But he does.”
Jimin crouched down in front of the foreigner, fighting every urge in his soul to tear the mountains apart for his mate.
“Where is she?”
The prisoner sneered.
“You may be a powerful Alpha, but you are not of my pack or my blood. I’ll never tell you anything.”
“Oh,” Jimin’s eyes flashed with golden fire, “I think you will.”
That was how you felt.
Your body was sore (like it had been tossed and carried a long distance) and your mind was out of focus (as if everything around you was moving either too quickly or too slowly - honestly you couldn’t quite tell).
You remembered being drugged; some sort of compound pressed against your nose and mouth.
Glass from the window shattered onto your face…
Then unfamiliar scents and unfamiliar hands closed in on all sides.
Too fast for you to react.
Too shocking for anyone to have predicted.
Nothing like this had ever happened and there was no reason to believe it would.
To harm a Luna was sacrilege.
It was simply not done.
What could drive men to such a course of action?
You should be afraid; terrified even.
But you weren’t.
Your eyes fluttered open to take your new surroundings. You could vaguely see the shape of seven or eight wolves - alphas by the smell of them-
And then you smiled.
It wasn’t your usual impish grin or anything close to soft or inviting.
It was a cold twist that crept over your lips as you watched your abductors set up their camp.
After a moment, one of them noticed your strange expression.
“Looks like the little Luna hit her head on the way here,” he called out to his comrades with an amused snort. “You should have been more careful with her, Mac.”
He shook his head and made his way over to where you were tied up. The young alpha reeked so heavily of sweat and self-importance, you almost gagged.
“What’s got you so amused, Miss Luna?”
It was more of a taunt than a question, but your smile widened nonetheless.
“My mate is going to kill you.”
Shock flickered over his features for just a second before he threw his head back and laughed.
“We’ll be long gone before your sweet little alpha even knows we’re here.” He gripped your chin between his fingers and you snarled. “We masked our scent as soon as we got you - and there isn’t a wolf alive that could track our crew through the woods.”
“You’re wrong,” you whispered.
Jimin’s face flashed through your mind - followed immediately by another memory, buried deeply, but never forgotten—
of a frightened little girl and the silver wolf who braved the forest and fought a monster to save her.
“He’ll come for me - no matter what precautions you’ve taken.” You leaned forward a bit, letting the conviction in your gaze blaze through to the depths of your captor’s soul. “And then - he’ll come for you.”
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