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Prologue
The Crescent Pack has a long history filled with tradition.
For many generations, the wolves have lived in the dark wood of Ingleton, close to the river, where they are away from people, where the tall, evergreen trees protect their traditional residence all year round. The persistent hanging vines that always cover the wooden façade and shuttered windows make it seem part of the woodland itself, very much like the way all shifters like to live – as part of the natural order of things.
Not many of the pack survive as recent territorial fights over the land have been brutal, only seven men are left, led by Kim Namjoon. Although they are but few, they are all united in their desire to live in peace and carry on with the traditions laid down by the founding wolves, decades before them.
But under the surface, discontent is brewing.
Taehyung & Jungkook
The omega bed chambers are not used during the day when everyone is busy doing their chores. It’s one of the few places where the pair of young wolves can meet in secret, without arousing the suspicion of the rest of the pack.
Decorated in rich reds, the room is like a womb with its low ceiling with hanging curtain dividers and wide beds, it’s always warm and cosy, whatever the season. It’s their secret meeting place, has been, for some time.
Taehyung snuggles deeper into the warm figure of Jungkook, they don’t have long and he wants to make the most of every moment they are able to steal. He breathes in the soft skin of the neck, where the overgrown dark hair curls just at the nape, right above the collar of the rough linen shirt. The soft pine scent of alpha is strong on him already, even though Jungkook is the youngest of the pack, and it’s intoxicating to Taehyung, as an omega. It’s irresistible, like a warm invitation.
His curious hand pushes under the leather vest to feel more. He knows alphas are strong, Jungkook’s perfectly sculpted muscles under the thin shirt shouldn’t come as a surprise.
“Hm… I need to go before they know I’m not where I’m supposed to be…” Jungkook mutters into Taehyung’s soft, dark hair, breathing in deeply. His hands are less shy, he yanks the fabric out of Taehyung’s loose pants and slides a hand against the heat of the silky stomach – so much softer than his – humming deeply when a wet breath puffs at his ear at the action. He wants to touch more, he wants to see everything.
Taehyung is irresistible, today, even more so than usual. His soft, dark curls shine with multitude of depths that match his almond eyes perfectly, a deep red tints his peach cheeks, his full lips are sweet, like rose petals whispering Jungkook’s name.
As if he could resist, he has never been able to. A mere glance from the omega is enough to get Jungkook on his knees, he’ll do anything for Taehyung, anything.
His arm curls around the neck of the omega when he claims the mouth that is already waiting, tongue slipping deep into the wet cave until Taehyung melts in his arms, sighing softly. When they kiss, it’s like Jungkook’s soul is on fire, a craving that is yet to be satisfied thundering inside him, itching right under his skin. He grinds against the already hard front of Taehyung’s pants, wanting more.
“M-my heat... I think it’s starting...” Taehyung gasps when Jungkook kisses softly down the stretch of his neck.
It’s true, Taehyung’s honeysuckle scent is stronger, sweeter, it’s heady, like the honey-rich notes of a pint of mead on one’s sobriety.
“I want you...” Jungkook whispers in a desperate tone, fingers gripping tighter on the soft, much smaller body than his, he wants it, he wants it to be his.
“I want your pups...” Taehyung whispers back in a shy voice, a long finger being gripped between the two rows of teeth like it could hide the secret they are trying to keep from everyone. It’s hard to stay quiet when the eager fingers explore.
“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it...” The alpha yanks at the front of Taehyung’s shirt, desperation deep in his voice – he wants it too, more than anything he wants to have this omega and mate with him... breed him.
Taehyung’s long fingers slide up the soft body, pulling the hem of his shirt up to reveal the honey skin hidden underneath. Eyes full of affection, his hand returns to curve around the stomach with such tenderness, as if it contained something precious inside it.
“I can’t wait to be heavy with your pups...” The hand moves further up, cupping the flat chest. “To be dripping full of milk for them...” Taehyung’s eyes roll back in pleasure for a moment at the thought. To be thus owned, filled by Jungkook’s seed, for life to grow out of that, forever connecting them together...
“Goddam...” Jungkook growls close to the soft skin of the stomach, hands reaching around, under Taehyung’s waist, pulling, arching the whole of the omega’s figure... “Mine...” he whispers, dreaming of the day.
Taehyung moans softly, it sounds like an invitation. Jungkook’s fingers start undoing the leather belt, only to be stopped by the omega.
“No, darling, not yet. I want the first time to be really special...” Seeing the disappointment in the young alpha’s face, he offers, “Kiss me...”
Jungkook towers over Taehyung, the rest of the world disappears when the strong figure pushes in between his thighs, mouth smashing against his lips with force. The alpha is so much bigger, so much rougher, it’s like Taehyung’s very being is taken over, like he’s drowning in pleasure.
Jungkook isn’t gentle, he shows exactly how much he needs him, how much he wants him, he grinds down, hardness against the hardness already under the layers, with urgency that implies his need. Taehyung can’t help but to respond, his body arches, pushing closer, opening up until desire percolates through all of him, his mind, his body, it’s in every nook of his being, until he feels overwhelmed.
“Oh...”
Jungkook stares down at the beauty that is Taehyung. The sounds falling off the lips at every move are so delightful, it’s like nothing he has ever heard. To be the reason for it, the cause of it... Jungkook’s hips move, thighs nudging to spread the thighs underneath until the omega spreads open like a flower, helpless and soft. His fingers slip into the lazy curls of the hair, he pulls, he controls, he holds the needy thing in place while his tongue pushes in deep, hips never stopping. Taehyung clings onto him while he moves, like he’s drowning and he grinds back, desperation filling his voice,
“Please... d-don’t stop... Feels good, so good... Ah!” he moans.
“Just imagine how good my cock will feel inside you, omega...” the alpha whispers and Taehyung moans louder, too loud.
Worried that they’ll be discovered, Jungkook presses a hand – so large it covers half of the beautiful face – on the mouth and carries on whispering while he grinds against the clothed figure, faster. “Going to fill you with my pups, Taehyung...”
The omega writhes underneath, grinding wildly, his hands find enough courage with the pleasure to slide down to grip the alpha’s ass, they pull, as if he could get any closer.
They hump and grind against each other, panting, until Taehyung convulses with a broken whine. The rich scent of his cum is so sweet, Jungkook can’t help it, he makes a mess in his pants, too.
“Fuck!” he gasps, tensing on top of the omega, hand falling off the face.
For a moment, they simply breathe, listening to see if they’ve been discovered. When there is nothing, they relax, Jungkook sliding alongside Taehyung.
“You’re a mess...” he whispers with affection, trying to sort Taehyung’s hair out, to no avail. “Sorry, that was a bit much.” He blushes, suddenly seeming much younger and more innocent than his years.
“I needed it, to be fair...” Taehyung blushes, too, and for a moment, their shared gaze says so much, all the things they want to say, the promises they want to make. But slowly, the light in it fades and it’s replaced with concern.
“What about Namjoon...?” Taehyung says, worried. He sits up on the bed, fingers pushing through Jungkook’s hair when reality hits him, hard. They are running out of time. His finger travels over the fresh scar on the alpha’s temple, it follows the red, angry mark in the shape of claws until it disappears into the hair.
“You’ve proven your worth to him many times over, he should at least listen to you?” Taehyung thinks for a moment into the silence and adds, “He knows about the heat... he thinks it’s time...” he whispers, voice breaking.
They both know what this heat means for Taehyung. It’s finally time for him to marry – and his chosen mate is not Jungkook. The long-since arranged pairing matches him with Namjoon, the great leader himself, and any pairing outside of the plan that was created long before Taehyung or Jungkook were even born, is strictly not tolerated. These old traditions are what have kept the pack alive through the darkest times, there is a reason why they are followed – they work.
“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll come around... and if he won’t...” There is a promise of violence in Jungkook’s words and it fills Taehyung with fear because he knows should the young alpha challenge the leader, he would undoubtedly lose against the older, much more experienced and much stronger Alpha – Jungkook wouldn’t have a chance.
“Please... Let’s just run away...” Taehyung says quietly, head hanging.
“Maybe you should ask Jimin to give a good word for us, you know Namjoon will do anything if he just flutters his eyelashes...” there is a note of bitterness in Jungkook’s voice.
“Someone call my name?” Jimin’s innocent, angelic face with golden hair appears from behind the curtain, he pulls it aside, takes a step closer and takes one look at the men on the bed.
“I do not want to know what you guys have been up to. Jungkook, please leave before they come and hunt you down, you’re not supposed to even be here and you know it!” He points at the door.
Taehyung tries to fix his clothes, but he knows it’s useless – he knows his best friend knows.
Once Jungkook leaves, Jimin smiles softly at Taehyung. “Stop your moping, it’s bath and bed for you and me!” he chirps, pulling Taehyung off the bed by the hand and toward the bathing room.