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Winter was coming, and with it came the harsh reality that hunting would become increasingly difficult. Food would be scarce, and stocking up for the long, unforgiving months ahead would require more effort than ever. This meant rationing, worry, and the heavy burden of ensuring that every member of the pack had enough to survive. The thought of empty food stores and gnawing hunger loomed like a dark cloud over the Park Pack.

There was a time when such worries would have been unthinkable. The Park Pack was once one of the strongest packs to ever exist, thriving on lands so rich and bountiful that they became the envy of all who heard of them. Their fields yielded harvests that could feed an army, their forests overflowed with game, and their rivers filled with fish. But such abundance came with its own curse—the jealousy and ambition of those who coveted it. Two winters ago, that envy reached a boiling point. Their neighbors—wolves who had once shared trade and alliances—became their greatest enemies. The Park Pack was ambushed, their lands attacked with a ferocity born of desperation and greed.

The memory of that night lingered like a scar on the hearts of the survivors. The pack’s people were slaughtered, cut down while defending their home. Their resources, painstakingly gathered and stored for the winter, were stolen, leaving them with nothing but blood-soaked earth and broken spirits. What once was a land of life and prosperity became a place of loss and grief.

In the aftermath, those who survived faced a choice: surrender to despair or find the strength to rebuild. They chose the latter. With trembling hands and weary hearts, they buried their dead and salvaged what they could. They fought to keep their pack alive, to remember those who had fallen by carrying on. They tended to their lands, repaired their homes, and healed their wounds, both physical and emotional. Together, they learned to live with less, to make do with what little they had left.

Yet, it was never the same. 

Their lands had lost their richness, the soil no longer yielding the same bountiful harvests that once fed and sustained the pack. The crops, which used to flourish with life, grew weak and thin, barely providing enough to make it through each season. Their people, once strong and full of pride, carried the weight of their loss in their gazes. The scars of that day were forever etched into their minds, reminders of what was stolen and what could never be fully restored. Fear clung to their memories, a constant reminder of their vulnerability.

As the Head Omega, Jimin could no longer stand to see his pack suffer like this. It pained him deeply to watch their proud, resilient people reduced to survival alone. Together with his father, who led the pack with a heavy heart, and his right-hand and closest friend, Taehyung, Jimin traveled far and wide. They visited distant places, spoke with powerful packs, and pleaded for aid to restore what had been taken from them. They sought help to revive their lands and rekindle the hope that had all but withered.

But their pleas fell on ears that listened only with greed. None of the packs they turned to were willing to help without extracting a price. Each offer of assistance came with strings attached, terms that made Jimin’s blood run cold. What they demanded in return was a cruel reminder of the harsh world they lived in—Jimin himself. They wanted him to form a union, to offer himself as part of an arrangement that would strengthen their own power and status. The offers came from alphas—some twice, even thrice his age, with multiple mates already or a history of broken unions. These were not bonds built on trust or love; they were transactional, designed to enslave and control.

Jimin’s heart recoiled at the thought. How could he agree to such terms? How could he surrender himself for a future bound by chains he had no wish to wear? Yet, each refusal tightened the grip of despair on the Park Pack. The desperation of their situation gnawed at him, whispering that perhaps there was no other way. He found himself caught between duty and dignity, determined to protect his people but unwilling to sacrifice himself to those who would see him as nothing more than a tool.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

One cold evening, after finishing his pack duties and making sure his people had enough food to last until the weekend, Jimin received a summons to meet with the council. His body was tired, his spirit even more so, but there was a flicker of hope within him, fragile but present. Despite the many failed negotiations with other packs, he clung to the possibility that this meeting would bring good news.

But his heart sank when his father spoke. The words cut through the air, heavy with the weight of what they meant. 

“The Jeon Pack has extended an offer,” his father began, voice rough with exhaustion. “The Head Alpha is willing to help us. They are prepared to provide shelter within their pack, to see to our needs and provide meals throughout the winter drought. They will take us in and treat us as their own.” He paused, the silence pressing down on the room like a suffocating blanket. “This is more than any other pack has ever offered.”

The weight of his father’s words pressed on Jimin’s chest, making it hard to breathe. This was the best offer they had received. It was a lifeline for their struggling pack, a chance for survival. But the price they asked was more than just goods and resources—it was Jimin himself, like always. The offer was tied to him becoming the mate of the Jeon Pack's Head Alpha. The thought made his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach.

Around him, the council members watched intently. Their eyes, worn from years of hardship, were full of expectation, hope, and guilt. They knew the price was steep, perhaps too steep, but they also knew how dire their circumstances were. Jimin stood at the center of the room, every pair of eyes on him, waiting for his response. He opened his mouth, but no words came. The weight of their silent pleas crushed him, pressing every unspoken thought deeper into his soul.

“Son,” his father said softly, breaking the oppressive silence. “I know this decision isn’t easy. I know it will demand great sacrifice. And I won’t force you to make it. If you choose to accept, I will stand by you. If you choose to refuse, we will support each other and do everything we can to survive another winter.” He tried to smile, but it was strained, a reflection of his weariness and pain. “Whatever you decide, I will respect it. I will support you.”

Jimin’s gaze met his father’s, searching for any hint of reassurance. He saw only a man who had given everything for their pack, who bore the same burden Jimin carried. As much as they hunted and rationed, it was never enough. With each passing winter, their struggle worsened. This offer, however painful, was a chance at survival—a cruel chance, but a chance nonetheless.

Jimin closed his eyes, the weight of their expectations pressing down on him. He didn’t know what to say, what to feel. All he knew was that, once again, the survival of his people rested on his shoulders—and he wasn’t sure how much more he could bear.

Jimin had been quietly sacrificing his own rations to ensure his packmates, especially the children, had enough to eat. It was a secret burden he bore without complaint. He could see it in his father too—the sunken eyes, the dry lips, the gauntness in his frame. His father had been doing the same, giving everything he had so that others might endure. Jimin’s heart ached at the thought. Sacrifice had become their way of life.

The omega’s fists clenched at his sides, his palms damp with sweat. His stomach twisted with a mix of fear and resignation. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as much as he could, even though his hands shook and his knees threatened to give way.

“I’ll do it,” he said, his voice wavering despite his best efforts. He hoped no one noticed just how fragile it sounded, how much it cost him to say those words.

The room fell into stunned silence. The council members stared at him, their faces reflecting shock that slowly shifted to disbelief and, finally, palpable relief. The weight of their hope hung heavy in the air, pressing down on Jimin’s shoulders. They had been desperate—so desperate—and now, for the first time in too long, they saw a glimmer of hope, however dim and painful.

Jimin’s father let out a deep sigh that seemed to echo throughout the room. It was a sound of exhaustion, of acceptance, and of the deepest sadness. His father’s expression was pained, and he looked at Jimin with both love and grief. He had always adored his son, doing everything in his power to shield him after his mother’s passing. This was not the life he wanted for Jimin. No parent would wish this for their child.

But there was no escaping it. This was their reality.

Jimin met his father’s gaze, feeling the depth of their shared pain. He understood that this decision tore at his father’s heart just as much as it did his own. And yet, they both knew there was no alternative. The survival of their pack depended on it.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stand tall even as a thousand doubts clawed at him. If this was what it took to keep his people alive, to ensure no more children went hungry, then he would do it. He would rather sacrifice himself—his freedom, his future—than carry the crushing weight of having failed the pack that had already lost so much.

“I’ll do it,” he repeated softly, more to himself than anyone else. He would endure whatever came next. For them. Always for them.

Jimin didn't have the privilege to meet the Head Alpha of the Jeon Pack before their mating ceremony. When he and his father had gone to the Jeon Pack to plead for help, the Head Alpha had been absent, engaged in a mission. They had been forced to rely on the Head Omega, delivering their desperate plea in the hopes it would be passed along. Because of that, Jimin hadn’t expected much to come from it and had prepared himself for more disappointment.

He had heard stories, of course—whispers of the Head Alpha’s reputation. He was said to be a powerful leader, one who commanded respect with both strength and fairness but with a strictness that left no room for error. The Jeon Pack was revered among wolves, known for its enduring legacy spanning more than a thousand years. Through every generation, it had never fallen, never been bested in battle or strength. The weight of such a reputation made Jimin’s stomach twist with uncertainty.

Yet, rumors surrounded the Head Alpha as well. Jimin had heard that he was already forty years old, nearly twice his age, and that he had never taken a mate. This would make Jimin his first. The thought unsettled him, filling him with apprehension. How could a leader of one of the strongest packs remain unmated for so long? Surely there was a reason—a flaw no one dared to speak of aloud.

Perhaps the Head Alpha was impossible to live with. Maybe he was cruel or had a temper that made him feared even among his own people. Jimin’s mind conjured images of an overbearing, domineering figure, someone who would make his life miserable and strip away whatever agency he still possessed. He thought, too, of the possibility that the alpha was unattractive—a man so undesirable that no one would dare to bond with him. The idea left a bitter taste in Jimin’s mouth, filling him with dread.

The urge to back out, to find another way, clawed at him with every anxious breath. But he couldn’t afford to be selfish. His people were counting on him. The children he had watched grow, the elders who had shared their wisdom, and the packmates who had sacrificed so much—they needed him to go through with this. Their survival depended on his decision.

So, Jimin steeled himself. Whatever the Head Alpha was like, however difficult the road ahead might be, he would endure it. He had no choice. He had to save his people, his pack.

When Jimin was first told he would be mated to the Head Alpha of the Jeon Pack, a man who was forty years old, he had expected someone entirely different. He imagined an old, weathered alpha with graying hair, a face lined with age and a body softened by the years. Jimin prepared himself to accept whatever fate lay ahead, focusing on his duty to his people rather than his personal desires.

So, when the day of their first meeting arrived, and he stood before Jeon Jeongguk, he was stunned into silence. The man before him was anything but old or frail. Jeongguk was devastatingly handsome, with sharp features that demanded attention—a strong jawline, full lips, and eyes as dark and intense as the night. His raven-black hair fell effortlessly around his face, framing his sculpted cheekbones. Jeongguk’s physique was powerful, his broad shoulders and defined muscles speaking of strength honed through years of hard training. He exuded a raw, almost palpable sex appeal, each movement radiating confidence and authority that made it impossible to look away.

Jimin blinked, his mind struggling to reconcile what he saw with what he had expected. This couldn’t be right. There had to be some mistake.

“You're…” Jimin’s voice faltered as he took an involuntary step back. His eyes darted to his father, who offered him a reassuring but tense nod. Jimin turned back to Jeongguk, swallowing hard. “You’re the Head Alpha?”

Jeongguk’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head slightly as he studied Jimin. “Is that surprising?” His voice was deep, smooth, and commanding. Every word seemed to resonate in Jimin’s chest.

Jimin’s mouth went dry. “I—uh—yes,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing. He immediately felt foolish. “I mean... I thought—” He stopped himself, unsure of how to continue without sounding rude.

Jeongguk’s smile widened, and for a moment, it softened the sharp angles of his face. “I’ve heard the stories too,” he said, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. “Apparently, I’m supposed to be old, wrinkled, and unapproachable.”

Jimin’s eyes widened further. “That’s not—” He stopped, realizing he was digging himself deeper. “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s all right,” Jeongguk interrupted, stepping closer. His gaze never left Jimin’s, and there was something both reassuring and utterly disarming about the way he moved. “I’m sure I didn’t meet your expectations either.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat as Jeongguk closed the distance between them. The alpha’s presence was overwhelming, filling the room and leaving no space for anything else. It wasn’t just his looks; it was the authority he carried with him, the way he seemed to command respect without a word. Jimin felt small and exposed under that gaze, every nerve in his body on edge.

“You are... different from what I expected,” Jimin admitted quietly, finally finding his voice.

Jeongguk’s eyes softened, just a fraction. “And what did you expect, Jimin?”

The way Jeongguk said his name sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine. He hesitated, glancing away, unable to hold that penetrating gaze any longer. 

The way Jeongguk said his name sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment, he couldn’t hold that gaze any longer.

Someone old, wrinkly, and… ugly. That was what Jimin wanted to say, but he bit his tongue. This was neither the time nor place for sarcasm—not with so much at stake. It wouldn’t do to offend the Head Alpha, especially not when they had just met and everything was still so uncertain. He didn’t know Jeongguk well enough to gauge his reaction to such a jab, and the stakes were far too high for careless words.

Instead, he pressed his lips together, stifling the retort that threatened to slip out. His eyes moved over Jeongguk once more, taking in the alpha’s confident stance, the intensity of his gaze, and the effortless way he commanded attention. This man was nothing like what Jimin had prepared himself for.

“I don’t know,” he murmured, and it was partly true. He hadn’t expected any of this—the intensity, the presence, or the way his heart raced in the alpha’s proximity.

“Whatever you expected,” Jeongguk said gently, “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Jimin met his eyes again, surprised by the sincerity beneath the alpha’s confident exterior. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he simply nodded. Words failed him, but one thing was certain—this man was nothing like he’d imagined. Jeongguk was dangerous in a way Jimin hadn’t prepared for. Not because he was cruel or harsh, but because he was... captivating. Irresistibly so.

Jeongguk extended a hand, and Jimin stared at it for a moment before placing his own trembling fingers in the alpha’s palm. “Shall we get to know each other, then?” Jeongguk asked, his voice low, inviting, and yet commanding.

“Yes,” Jimin whispered, feeling the weight of this new reality settle over him. It was different than he’d expected—terrifying, yes, but also undeniably intriguing. He didn’t know what lay ahead, but as Jeongguk’s warm grip closed around him, he knew there was no turning back.

Jeongguk’s grip was steady, his warmth grounding, but Jimin couldn’t shake the knot of unease twisting in his stomach. As the alpha led him into a smaller, private room, the sounds of the gathering faded, leaving an almost oppressive silence in their wake.

The room itself was simple yet inviting, with a fire crackling in the hearth and casting shadows across the dark wooden walls. The air carried the faint scent of pine and something sharper, unmistakably Jeongguk. It made Jimin’s head spin, though he forced himself to stay composed.

Jeongguk gestured to a seat near the fire. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Jimin hesitated, unsure if he could feel anything close to comfortable in this situation, but he obeyed nonetheless. His hands clasped tightly in his lap as he perched on the edge of the chair, back straight and shoulders tense. He watched as Jeongguk moved with ease, pouring two cups of tea from a kettle as if this were a meeting between equals rather than a prelude to a bond that would irrevocably tie them together.

When Jeongguk offered him a cup, Jimin took it with trembling fingers, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you.” Their fingers brushed briefly, and Jimin’s pulse leapt in response, though he quickly looked away to hide his reaction.

Jeongguk settled into the chair across from him, the firelight dancing in his eyes as he regarded Jimin thoughtfully. “You seem nervous,” he said after a moment, breaking the silence.

Jimin swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the delicate porcelain of the teacup. “I am,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “This... it’s all a lot to take in.”

Jeongguk nodded slowly, as if he’d expected the response. “That’s fair. It’s not every day you’re told you’ll be mated to someone you’ve never met.” There was no malice in his words, only understanding. “I won’t lie to you, Jimin. This isn’t ideal—not for either of us. But it’s the reality we’ve been given.”

The honesty in his tone disarmed Jimin, who had expected... something else. He wasn’t sure what, exactly. Dismissiveness, perhaps, or some form of arrogance. But Jeongguk spoke plainly, his words resonating with a sincerity that was hard to ignore.

Jimin dared to meet his gaze, finding himself caught once more in those dark, intense eyes. “You don’t want this either?” he asked, the question slipping out before he could stop himself.

Jeongguk’s expression didn’t waver, but there was a flicker of something—an emotion Jimin couldn’t quite place. “I didn’t expect it,” he said carefully. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

The admission left Jimin momentarily stunned. His heart fluttered, though he quickly quelled the sensation. This was no time for misplaced feelings. “Why?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost fragile.

Jeongguk leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he held Jimin’s gaze. “Because it’s necessary. For your pack. For mine. And because...” He paused, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles. “I believe this could work, if we allow it to.”

The simplicity of his words struck something deep within Jimin. It wasn’t love, but there was a possibility here. A chance for something other than the cold, distant bond he’d envisioned.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Jimin admitted, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire. “I don’t know how to be what you need.”

Jeongguk’s smile softened, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t have to know right away. We’ll figure it out together.”

For a moment, the only sound was the soft crackling of the fire. Jimin dared a glance up and found Jeongguk still watching him, his expression thoughtful.

“I know this isn’t easy for you,” Jeongguk said finally, his voice softer now. “You didn’t ask for this, and I can’t imagine how much pressure you’re under.”

The words caught Jimin off guard. He blinked, unsure how to respond. “I... I don’t know what to say,” he admitted. “I thought you’d... I don’t know. Be more—”

“Distant? Demanding?” Jeongguk guessed, arching a brow.

Jimin flushed, his cheeks burning. “Something like that.”

Jeongguk let out a low chuckle, the sound unexpectedly warm. “You wouldn’t be the first to think that.”

Jimin’s lips pressed together, his fingers tightening on his cup. “I guess I don’t know what to expect from you,” he said quietly. “From any of this.”

Jeongguk’s smile faded slightly, replaced by something more serious. “I get it. Honestly, I don’t know what to expect either. But I’m not here to make this harder for you, Jimin. I don’t want this to feel like... a punishment.”

The sincerity in his tone made Jimin’s chest ache. He glanced at Jeongguk again, finding those dark eyes fixed on him with an intensity that was hard to look away from. “It doesn’t feel like that,” Jimin said softly, though it wasn’t entirely true. “It’s just... a lot.”

Jeongguk nodded slowly. “It is a lot. And I’m not going to pretend this will be easy, but I think we can make it work. If we’re honest with each other.”

Jimin hesitated, the weight of the alpha’s words sinking in. “You think so?”

“I do,” Jeongguk said, his voice steady. “We don’t have to be perfect at this. We just have to try.”

Something in Jimin’s chest loosened, just a little. He nodded, though his grip on the teacup remained firm. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll try.”

Jeongguk’s smile returned, faint but genuine. “Good. That’s all I need.”

The silence that followed was warmer, less suffocating than before. Jimin sipped his tea, the heat grounding him.

“So,” Jeongguk said, his tone lightening. “What do you do for fun? When you’re not... you know, saving your pack.”

The question caught Jimin off guard, and he blinked at Jeongguk, unsure if he’d heard right. “For fun?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk said, leaning back in his chair. “What makes you happy? Or relaxes you?”

Jimin hesitated, caught off guard by the casualness of the question. “I... I like the forest,” he said slowly. “It’s quiet. Peaceful. It helps me think.”

Jeongguk nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I get that. I go there for the same reason.”

“You do?” Jimin asked, surprised.

Jeongguk chuckled. “Yeah. Sometimes it’s the only place I can breathe. Leading a pack can get... overwhelming.”

The admission made Jimin blink. He hadn’t expected Jeongguk to share something so personal, so openly. “I guess I never thought of it that way,” he said softly. “You make it seem so... effortless.”

“It’s not,” Jeongguk said, his tone wry. “But you learn to hide the cracks.”

Jimin studied him for a moment, a flicker of understanding passing between them. Maybe Jeongguk wasn’t as untouchable as he seemed. Maybe, beneath the layers of authority and strength, there was someone he could understand.

The mating ceremony was held deep within the Jeon Pack’s forest. It was a sacred place, revered by generations of wolves and steeped in tradition. The forest floor was adorned with flowers, herbs, and glowing lanterns that flickered like tiny stars, casting a warm glow over the gathered pack. The air hummed with anticipation, a mix of solemnity and celebration.

Jimin stood at the edge of the clearing, his heart pounding in his chest. He had tried to prepare himself for this moment—to step into an unfamiliar pack, to bind himself to a man he barely knew, all in the name of duty and survival. He had expected cold stares, whispers, perhaps even hostility. After all, he was an outsider, and their mating was not born of love but necessity. It was a bargain struck to ensure the survival of his people. He couldn’t have blamed the Jeon Pack for resenting him.

But as he stepped forward, guided by Jeongguk’s strong yet gentle hand, Jimin was met with something he had not anticipated—kindness. The pack members turned to him with warm eyes and open smiles. Some reached out to touch his hand as he passed, others offered murmured congratulations, and children peeked out from behind their parents, curiosity lighting up their faces. Jimin blinked, momentarily stunned. This wasn’t the cold reception he had braced himself for. Far from it.

Jeongguk seemed to sense his surprise. “They welcome you, Jimin,” he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. “You are one of us now.”

Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding. He had no words for what he felt—a rush of relief, gratitude, and the faintest spark of hope. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he had feared.

When the ceremony began, Jimin was nervous as hell. His hands were clammy, his heart pounding so hard he was sure everyone could hear it. The forest felt both vast and intimate, the gathered pack members watching in silence, the moon casting a silver glow over the clearing. But for all the attention focused on him, it was Jeongguk’s gaze that made Jimin’s knees weak. Those dark brown eyes bore into him with an intensity that was almost too much to bear—deep, unwavering, and filled with something Jimin couldn’t quite name. It was as if Jeongguk was seeing every part of him, stripping away his defenses with just one look.

The elder stepped forward, his hair streaked with gray and his presence commanding respect. He raised his hands, signaling for silence. “Today, we gather beneath the watchful eyes of the moon and stars to witness the union of our Head Alpha, Jeon Jeongguk of the Jeon Pack and Head Omega, Park Jimin of the Park Pack,” the elder intoned, his voice carrying through the forest like a gentle wind. “This bond, forged in strength and commitment, will unite our packs and strengthen our future.”

Jimin took a shaky breath, fighting to steady himself. He focused on the reason he was here—the vows they were about to exchange, the bond they were about to forge. As part of the ceremony, they had each been asked to prepare something for the other—a symbol of their commitment, their willingness to walk this path together. Tradition dictated that these gifts should be meaningful and made with care, reflecting their connection to the pack’s history and customs.

Jeongguk stepped forward first, his expression serious but his touch gentle as he lifted something from a small wooden box. In his hands was a necklace, crafted with intricate detail. The cord was woven from the fibers of moonflower stems, a rare plant that bloomed only under the light of the full moon—a symbol of resilience and hope. Hanging from the cord was a pendant carved from a piece of polished obsidian, shaped like a crescent moon. The stone gleamed under the lanterns’ light, its dark surface catching glimmers of silver. Jimin could see tiny engravings along the edges—symbols of protection, unity, and strength. Jeongguk stepped closer, his hands steady as he fastened the necklace around Jimin’s neck.

“This is for you,” Jeongguk said softly, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “The moonflower symbolizes resilience, and obsidian wards off harm. It will remind you that you are never alone, and that I will stand with you through every challenge.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the pendant. He hadn’t expected something so thoughtful, so deeply meaningful. For a moment, he couldn’t find words. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Now it was Jimin’s turn. He reached into his own small pouch, feeling the weight of his own gift. With hands that shook slightly, he brought forth a necklace he had crafted himself. The cord was made from strands of wolfbane—a rare herb associated with loyalty and strength, traditionally used in protective charms. Hanging from it was a small pendant made of emerald, shaped into a wolf’s paw. The stone was smooth, polished to a sheen, but the shape was precise, capturing the fierce loyalty and spirit of their kind. Etched into the jade were intricate symbols for renewal, courage, and unity.

“This is for you,” Jimin said, his voice gaining strength as he stepped closer. He lifted the necklace over Jeongguk’s head, his fingers brushing against the alpha’s skin as he settled it in place. “The wolfbane cord represents loyalty and strength, and jade is a symbol of protection and harmony. It will remind you that you are not alone—that we are stronger together.”

Jeongguk’s eyes softened, a hint of warmth breaking through the intensity. He touched the pendant, his fingers lingering over the carved symbols. “It’s perfect,” he said, his voice low and full of meaning. “Thank you.”

The exchange hung between them, heavy with meaning. Around them, the pack remained silent, honoring the moment. Jimin’s heart pounded even faster, but it was no longer just nerves. He felt... something shift. 

The elder stepped back, and the pack members began to chant, a low, rhythmic sound that resonated in Jimin’s chest. It was an ancient song, one that spoke of unity, strength, and the cycle of life. Jeongguk turned to him, his expression serious but gentle. He extended his hands, palms up, inviting Jimin to place his own in them. Jimin hesitated for a heartbeat, then took Jeongguk’s hands, feeling the warmth of his touch.

“Park Jimin,” Jeongguk said, his voice steady but soft enough that only Jimin could hear. “I vow to stand beside you, to protect you, and to honor this bond. Whatever challenges lie ahead, we will face them together.”

Jimin’s breath caught. He hadn’t expected words like these—so genuine, so... real. He nodded, finding his own voice. “Jeon Jeongguk, I accept this bond. I vow to stand with you, to support you, and to honor this pack as my own.”

A wave of cheers erupted around them, the pack’s joy palpable. Jimin felt a rush of warmth, the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in so long. The elder stepped forward again, holding a ceremonial ribbon woven with symbols of the moon and stars. He wrapped it around their joined hands, binding them together. “With this, you are bound,” he said, his voice resonant with finality. “As one heart, one strength, one future.”

The ribbon glowed faintly, a symbol of their bond. Jimin felt the weight of the moment settle over him, but instead of fear, he felt... something else. The pack surged forward, clapping, cheering, and surrounding them with warmth. Jimin had never been part of a celebration quite like this. He had expected formality, stiffness, and perhaps even distance. Instead, he found himself engulfed by warmth. A young omega approached him, pressing a small bouquet of flowers into his hands. “Welcome, Head Omega Park,” she said shyly, then darted back into the crowd.

Jimin glanced at Jeongguk, who watched him with a mixture of pride and something softer. “This is your home now. You're safe here.”

Jimin took a deep breath and whispered, “Thank you.”

The ceremony continued with feasting, music, and dancing, the forest alive with laughter and life. As Jimin moved among the pack, greeted with smiles and kind words, he realized that while this was not the life he had envisioned, it might be one worth embracing. For his pack, and for himself.

Once the mating ceremony wrapped up, Jimin’s nerves kicked into overdrive. He had been prepared for the public display, for the vows, and for the exchange of symbolic gifts. But now, with the pack’s blessings and cheers still echoing in the distance, he knew what was next. The thought sent a wave of fear through him. Jeongguk was going to mark him, to bite him and seal their bond. It was tradition—expected, inevitable. Jimin’s heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat break out across his skin.

The truth was, Jimin had never been in a serious relationship before. Leading and caring for his pack had always been his priority, leaving little time for anything else. He never thought he’d find himself in this position—mated to an alpha he barely knew, who was twice his age and whose reputation preceded him. The realization made his throat tighten with anxiety.

Jeongguk, who had been quietly observing Jimin’s reaction, stepped forward and guided him toward his cabin. The building was larger and more impressive than Jimin had anticipated. It was spacious, with high ceilings and polished wooden floors. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books and carefully arranged artifacts. Everything was impeccably neat and organized, with an attention to detail that surprised him. There was even a faint, pleasant scent of pine in the air. It was the last thing Jimin expected—he would never have guessed that an alpha lived here.

Jimin tried to steady his breathing, determined not to let his nerves show. He was a leader; he couldn’t appear weak or unsure, even now. But as Jeongguk led him deeper into the cabin, his attempts to stay calm began to unravel. The alpha moved with confidence, his gaze unreadable, and it was infuriating. Jeongguk seemed entirely unfazed, while Jimin’s mind was racing, spiraling.

They stopped in the middle of the room, and before Jimin could say anything, Jeongguk began to walk toward him. Slowly. Purposefully. Jimin’s heart leapt into his throat. With each step the alpha took, Jimin’s pulse quickened. He felt trapped, cornered—not physically, but by his own expectations and fears. When Jeongguk finally stood directly in front of him, so close that Jimin could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest, he raised a hand.

Panic surged through Jimin. His instincts flared, and he was about to grab the alpha’s arm to defend himself when Jeongguk’s hand landed gently on his forehead.

“Are you sick? You’re so red,” Jeongguk said, his voice low and oddly gentle. His face was so close that Jimin could feel his breath against his skin. It was warm, intimate in a way that made Jimin’s stomach do an uncomfortable flip. And worse, he didn’t hate it. He hated himself for not hating it—because what the hell was wrong with him?

Jimin leaned away from Jeongguk’s touch, forcing himself to respond. “I’m not sick,” he said, trying to sound dismissive but failing miserably.

Jeongguk’s lips curved into a smirk that was both infuriating and annoyingly attractive. “You don’t have to be so nervous, you know. I’m not going to bite. Unless you want me to.”

Heat rushed to Jimin’s face, and he felt embarrassment and irritation. He scowled, trying to regain control of the situation. “Keep dreaming, Head Alpha. You’re not as charming as you think.”

Jeongguk chuckled—a rich, deep sound that seemed to reverberate through the room. “Oh, but I think I am,” he teased, his tone light, as if they were simply bantering over tea instead of him slowly driving Jimin to the edge of his sanity. “Go freshen up. Take a bath.”

“W-Why?” Jimin stammered, immediately wary.

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, his expression perfectly serious. “So you can sleep.”

“Sleep?” Jimin repeated, disbelief in his voice.

There it was again—that damned smirk. It was maddening how good Jeongguk looked with it. “Why? Do you want to do something else?” Jeongguk asked, his tone teasing as he began to close the distance between them once more.

“No! That’s not what I meant!” Jimin said, his voice rising with panic and embarrassment. He took a step back, putting some space between them. “Please don’t move one step closer to me or I’ll—”

“What?” Jeongguk’s voice dipped lower as he leaned in just enough to make Jimin’s heart race. “Are you going to claw at me? Scratch me? Huh, kitten ?”

The nickname sent a wave of heat rushing to Jimin’s face. “Don’t call me that,” he snapped, his voice lacking any real bite. He wanted to punch Jeongguk for being so ridiculously attractive, for making him feel things he shouldn’t. No, no, no , he scolded himself. This couldn’t be happening. He didn’t like him. He didn't find him attractive. He was just stressed, sleep-deprived, and not eating well. He was hallucinating. That had to be it.

Jeongguk’s laughter softened, becoming something warmer, more real. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and for a moment, he looked heartbreakingly human. “I’m just kidding,” he said, stepping back and giving Jimin the space he desperately needed. “You can go shower. The tub’s ready, and there are fresh clothes in the bathroom.”

Jimin frowned, confusion flickering across his face. This wasn’t what he had expected at all, and he was certain it showed.

Jeongguk seemed to read his mind. “If you’re thinking I’m some old, mean alpha who takes what he wants because of what I did for your pack, then you’re wrong,” he said, his voice softer now, more serious. “I promise I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. If you don't want me to bite you, then I won’t. If you don’t want me to touch you, then I won’t. I will wait—until you allow me to, until the day you give me your heart.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t expected that—not from Jeongguk. He had prepared himself for something entirely different, for someone who would take whatever he wanted in exchange for the help he had given Jimin’s pack. But hearing this—hearing Jeongguk’s words and the sincerity in them—made relief wash over him so strongly that it nearly brought tears to his eyes. He had been so afraid, dreading what would come after the ceremony. And now... now he felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

Jimin stared at him, struggling to find words. “Why?”

“Because I want more than just a bond out of necessity,” Jeongguk replied, his eyes never wavering. “I want it to be real. If you give me your heart one day, it’ll be because you want to, not because you have to.”

Jimin’s throat tightened. He hadn’t expected this—the patience, the sincerity. He’d prepared himself for a cold transaction, not for… this. Something dangerously close to hope flickered in his chest. He quickly masked it with a roll of his eyes and a small scoff. “You really are cheesy, you know that?”

Jeongguk’s laughter filled the room, light and genuine. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t,” Jimin muttered, turning on his heel and heading toward the bathroom, his heart still pounding but a little lighter now. As he walked toward the bathroom, Jeongguk’s laughter followed him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jimin felt like he could breathe again.

The Park Pack was adjusting remarkably well to life within the Jeon Pack after being taken in. The difference between the two packs was striking. While the Park Pack had struggled with depleted lands and scarce resources, the Jeon Pack’s territory was alive with abundance. Their fields stretched far and wide, filled with crops that were healthy and plentiful. There was an air of vitality that Jimin hadn’t seen in his people for a very long time.

Jeongguk had meant every word when he promised to take in Jimin’s pack and treat them as his own. He had ensured that the Park Pack members were given a place to live, opportunities to work, and access to the same resources as any other member of the Jeon Pack. It was not a matter of mere hospitality but genuine integration—a merging of their lives and customs.

Jimin had feared the worst when they first arrived. He had braced himself for hostility, for his people to be ostracized or treated as outsiders. But his worries were quickly proven wrong. The members of the Jeon Pack were kind and welcoming, their warmth breaking down walls faster than Jimin could have hoped. The Park Pack was invited into the communal activities, offered help when they needed it, and treated with respect. The transition was smoother than Jimin dared imagine.

Of course, not everything was perfect. There were a few who didn’t agree with the integration at first. Jimin noticed them watching from the edges of gatherings, their faces carefully blank as they observed the newcomers. But even they held their tongues, perhaps sensing the resolve of their Head Alpha. Over time, these hesitant pack members softened, seeing how well the Park Pack meshed with their own. Acceptance wasn’t immediate, but it grew with each passing day until even the silent watchers began to lend a helping hand.

Jimin found himself feeling both relief and joy. He often walked among his people, quietly observing their interactions. The children were the first to adapt, as children often are. He saw them playing tag, their laughter echoing through the village. They ran with bright eyes and endless energy, darting between trees and dashing across open fields without a care in the world. It was a sight that made his chest ache with happiness and the remnants of grief—for how long they had suffered before.

The dining hall was another place where Jimin felt his spirits lift. He would watch as his pack members filled their plates without hesitation. Here, there was no need to cut rations or save meager portions for later. He saw faces that had once been gaunt and tired now filled with color and life. They ate heartily, savoring every bite. Conversations flowed freely, laughter rang out, and the tension that had haunted them for so long began to fade. It was more than just nourishment; it was a restoration of hope and a return to a semblance of normalcy.

One evening, Jimin watched as an elder from his pack—once frail and worn—shared a story with a group of Jeon children. They listened intently, their eyes wide with wonder, and when the story ended, they clapped and begged for another. The elder’s eyes, which had once held only weariness, now sparkled with renewed purpose. Jimin felt a lump rise in his throat. This was what he had hoped for. This was what they had fought for.

In moments like these, Jimin allowed himself to smile. He was happy to see his people regain their strength and confidence. He was happy to see them laughing, working, and living without the constant fear of hunger and despair. And though the path to this new beginning had been difficult and uncertain, he knew it had been worth every sacrifice.

Jimin’s relationship with Jeongguk was going far better than he ever imagined. Months had passed since they were first mated. He hadn’t expected much from the beginning—how could he? He had entered this union to save his people, marrying an alpha twice his age in exchange for the Park Pack’s survival. He braced himself for formality, for coldness, maybe even for cruelness. But what he found instead was something entirely different.

Jeongguk was far kinder, far more considerate than Jimin had dared to hope. He took care of Jimin in quiet, thoughtful ways that surprised him. Even when he didn’t have to, Jeongguk went out of his way to make Jimin feel comfortable and welcome. It was confusing, disarming, and left Jimin feeling grateful and suspicious. Why would an alpha of such status go to such lengths for someone he barely knew?

During their first night in Jeongguk’s cabin, Jimin had been prepared for the worst. Instead, he was shocked to find that Jeongguk had prepared a separate room for him. It wasn’t just any room, either; it was a space that showed genuine effort. There was a soft, comfortable bed that cradled Jimin’s sore back, fluffy pillows that made him sigh in relief, and a blanket that smelled faintly of pine. It was luxurious compared to the thin sleeping mat he had used back at his old pack. They slept in different rooms, a decision that made Jimin feel safe and relieved. It showed that Jeongguk respected his space and wasn’t in any rush to force closeness.

Jimin often found himself wondering when Jeongguk had the time to prepare all of this. Did he care? That couldn’t be right, could it? Maybe he just felt bad and wanted to treat him well as a guest—or at least, that was what Jimin tried to convince himself.

Jeongguk’s thoughtfulness extended to their everyday lives, too. The Head Alpha made sure Jimin had breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even bringing him snacks in between his duties. The first few weeks, Jeongguk didn’t join him for meals, likely noticing how Jimin avoided him and how he wouldn’t touch his food until Jeongguk left the cabin. It wasn’t that Jimin didn’t want his company; he was just shy and unsure of how to act around him.

One morning, Jimin woke up earlier than usual. Still half-asleep, he wandered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Jeongguk was there, just finishing setting the table. He froze when he saw Jimin standing in the doorway. The omega’s hair was a messy halo around his head, his face adorably puffy from sleep, and his skin tinged pink. He was wearing an oversized, worn-out shirt that barely reached his mid-thigh, exposing his bare legs. Jeongguk’s eyes flickered downward before he quickly averted his gaze, swallowing hard.

Jimin caught the movement and barely suppressed a giggle. The mighty Head Alpha, caught off guard—it was oddly endearing. He almost wanted to tease Jeongguk right then and there, but he held back, savoring the moment instead.

“Your breakfast is ready,” Jeongguk said, his voice a little strained as he wiped his hands on his apron, avoiding Jimin’s eyes and focusing instead on the dishes. His movements were measured, as if regaining control over himself.

“Thank you,” Jimin replied softly, the sincerity in his voice catching even him off guard. He hadn’t expected to feel this… appreciated.

“Sure.” Jeongguk nodded, slipping off his apron and moving to wash his hands. He seemed ready to leave, just as he had done every other morning.

“Are you leaving?” The words slipped out before Jimin could stop them, and he mentally kicked himself for sounding so… needy? No, curious, he corrected. He was just curious.

Jeongguk paused, turning back with one brow arched. “Yes. Why?”

“Why don’t you stay and have breakfast with me?” Jimin tried to sound casual, even as his heart hammered in his chest. He picked up a piece of kimchi, using it as a distraction.

For a split second, Jeongguk seemed surprised, but he recovered quickly, a teasing smirk forming on his lips. “Why? Do you miss me that much when I’m gone?”

Heat rushed to Jimin’s cheeks. He scowled, crossing his arms in an attempt to regain some dignity. “In your dreams, Head Alpha,” he muttered, plopping into a chair with exaggerated nonchalance. “I’m just bored.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Jeongguk drawled, his amusement obvious as he took a seat across from Jimin.

They began eating in comfortable silence, and Jimin couldn’t help but stare at the spread before him—steaming bowls of rice, savory miso soup, perfectly grilled fish, kimchi, and an array of side dishes. It was enough food to feed a small gathering, and Jimin eyed it suspiciously.

“Are you trying to fatten me up so I can’t run away?” he quipped, arching an eyebrow and giving Jeongguk a sassy smirk.

Jeongguk chuckled, his gaze warm and steady. “Not at all. I just want to make sure you’re eating well. As your mate, it’s my responsibility to take care of your well-being.”

Jimin paused, his chopsticks stilling midair. “But we’re not real mates. We mated for convenience,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I’m not sure if I’m even convenient for you. You don’t have to take care of me. I’m fine on my own.”

Jeongguk’s eyes softened, something unspoken flickering behind them. “I know I don’t have to,” he said quietly, his voice gentle but firm. “But I want to. And for the record, you’re doing more than enough, Jimin. Before you came, this place was… too quiet. Now it’s full of life. And noise,” he added with a teasing glint, his lips curving slightly. “Thanks to you.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and something else he didn’t want to name. “Way to ruin the moment,” he huffed, though his lips betrayed him by curving into a smile.

Jeongguk’s laughter, deep and genuine, sent warmth pooling in Jimin’s chest. “Sorry, little dove,” he said, his tone entirely unapologetic.

They continued eating, and the rhythm between them felt almost natural. Jimin, for all his attempts at nonchalance, couldn’t stop the way his heart raced whenever Jeongguk looked at him. At one point, he picked up a piece of grilled fish and, without thinking, placed it on Jeongguk’s plate. Realization struck him a second too late, and he felt heat rush to his face as he noticed Jeongguk’s gaze lingering on him, a soft smile playing on the alpha’s lips.

“Thank you,” Jeongguk said, his voice low, carrying a weight that made Jimin’s pulse quicken.

“Don’t mention it,” Jimin replied, his tone striving for casual, though it cracked slightly. He looked away, focusing on his own food, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of Jeongguk’s eyes on him.

As they continued, the atmosphere between them shifted again. Every brush of their hands, every shared glance, carried a tension that neither acknowledged but both felt. Jimin fought to keep his composure, but every teasing comment, every small gesture from Jeongguk, left him teetering on the edge. It was maddening, exhilarating, and entirely too much.

“So,” Jimin said, trying to fill the silence before it swallowed him whole, “are you always this insufferably nice?”

Jeongguk leaned back slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Just for you. Consider yourself special.”

“Lucky me,” Jimin shot back, rolling his eyes. But he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips—or the way his heart raced when Jeongguk’s gaze lingered a moment too long.

The conversation drifted from light-hearted banter to more serious topics. They discussed the packs’ integration, the progress being made, and the challenges that still lay ahead. Jimin admired Jeongguk’s insight and dedication to his people, even as he found himself bickering with the alpha over the most ridiculous things moments later.

“Mr. Head Alpha, you can’t just train for hours without taking breaks,” Jimin scolded, crossing his arms over his chest and fixing Jeongguk with a pointed glare. “One day, you’re going to keel over, and I’m not dragging your unconscious body back here.”

Jeongguk leaned back in his chair, a playful glint lighting up his dark eyes. “Says the omega who pushes himself to exhaustion and conveniently ‘forgets’ to eat,” he shot back smoothly.

Jimin huffed, refusing to let him win this argument. “That’s completely different.”

“Oh, is it?” Jeongguk’s eyebrow arched, his lips curving into a smirk. “Please, enlighten me.”

“It is!” Jimin insisted, leaning forward with narrowed eyes. “Also, stop hogging all the kimchi. Leave some for me.”

Jeongguk paused, as if deep in thought, before slowly shaking his head. “Hmm... no.”

“You’re impossible!” Jimin exclaimed, reaching across the table and making a grab for the plate, only for Jeongguk to pull it just out of reach. “Seriously, are you five?”

“And you’re cute when you’re angry,” Jeongguk replied, leaning in slightly with a grin that sent heat rushing to Jimin’s cheeks.

“Stop it,” Jimin demanded, trying to glare but failing to hide the small laugh that escaped. “You’re infuriating.”

“I know,” Jeongguk said, his voice softening as he met Jimin’s gaze with a warmth that made Jimin’s heart skip a beat. “But I’m willing to be a little less infuriating if it means more breakfasts like this.”

For a moment, the air between them shifted—something tender and unspoken passing between their eyes. Jimin’s face softened, but he quickly masked it with a scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he muttered, grabbing a piece of kimchi and finally succeeding in taking it from Jeongguk’s plate. “I’m only here for the food.”

“Sure you are,” Jeongguk replied, clearly amused. His eyes lingered on Jimin a moment longer before he turned back to his own plate. “I’m glad you’re eating.”

Jimin’s fingers stilled for a moment, a flicker of something he didn’t want to name tugging at him. “Yeah, yeah. Eat up before I decide to make you starve.”

Jeongguk’s laughter echoed softly through the room, and Jimin pretended not to notice the way his chest felt a little lighter. This back-and-forth, this strange warmth—it was becoming something he looked forward to more than he’d ever admit.

To Jimin’s surprise, he found himself growing uncomfortably comfortable in Jeongguk’s presence. At first, every interaction was charged with tension—a wariness that kept him on edge, ready for something to go wrong. But the longer he spent around the alpha, the more those edges softened. The silent gestures of kindness, the small, thoughtful acts Jeongguk showed him day by day—they chipped away at the walls Jimin had built around himself.

It wasn’t immediate, and it certainly wasn’t without its struggles. Jimin still had moments when he braced himself for harsh words or for distance to spring up between them. Yet, time and again, Jeongguk proved him wrong. The alpha’s steady presence became something Jimin could rely on—his confidence, his gentle humor, the way he listened without judgment and offered support without expecting anything in return.

What surprised him even more was how little he felt the eighteen-year age gap between them. He had expected it to be a barrier—something that would constantly remind him of their differences. But Jeongguk’s open-mindedness and understanding made it feel almost nonexistent. Whenever Jimin found himself bracing for a clash in perspectives, certain that Jeongguk wouldn’t understand because of their age difference, the alpha proved him wrong time and again.

There was one evening in particular that stood out. Jimin had been frustrated after helping some younger pack members learn a new form of communication using encoded signals—a skill he had picked up from neighboring packs during their travels. He expected Jeongguk to brush it off as an unnecessary endeavor or to dismiss its value because it was different from the traditional ways of teaching. But instead, Jeongguk sat beside him, genuinely interested, and asked Jimin to teach him as well.

As Jimin explained the basics, frustration evident in his voice, Jeongguk approached with interest. He didn’t dismiss or question the value of what Jimin was teaching. Instead, he settled next to him, his posture relaxed but his gaze intent. “Show me,” he said, his voice low but sincere. There was no hint of condescension, only genuine curiosity. “I want to learn.”

Jimin hesitated, searching the alpha’s face. “It’s not that complicated,” he said, a touch of defensiveness in his tone. “It’s just… different. Probably seems pointless next to the older methods.”

Jeongguk leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s. “Different isn’t pointless,” he replied. “And if it’s important to you, I trust there’s a reason. So, teach me.”

The earnestness in Jeongguk’s voice sent a flutter through Jimin’s chest. As they worked through the signals together, Jimin found himself relaxing. Jeongguk picked up the cues quickly, even offering suggestions for refining certain movements to make them clearer and more efficient. It left Jimin stunned—and a little in awe.

After a while, Jimin paused, casting a sidelong glance at Jeongguk. “You really don’t have to humor me, you know,” he said, his words soft but laced with a hint of self-protection. “I get that it’s… unconventional.”

Jeongguk’s gaze remained steady, a touch of warmth softening his expression. “I’m not humoring you,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I meant it, Jimin. Different isn’t bad. I want to understand what matters to you.” His eyes glinted with a hint of playful challenge. “Besides, who better to learn from than you?”

The casual flirtation caught Jimin off guard, and he felt a flush creep up his neck. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Head Alpha,” he retorted, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

“Not even a little?” Jeongguk leaned in closer, his voice dropping slightly. The proximity sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine, and he was suddenly very aware of the warmth radiating from the alpha. There it was again—that ever-present tension that seemed to spark whenever they were close.

“Stop that,” Jimin muttered, his voice betraying his resolve. “I’m trying to focus.”

“Am I distracting you?” Jeongguk asked, his lips curving into a faint smile. He didn’t move away, and Jimin found it both infuriating and… thrilling.

“Yes,” Jimin admitted, more breathlessly than he intended. He turned back to the signals, willing himself to focus. “You’re insufferable.”

Jeongguk’s low chuckle sent warmth pooling in Jimin’s chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Moments like these shattered Jimin’s preconceived notions about their age gap. Whenever he thought their differences would become insurmountable, Jeongguk’s genuine interest and respect proved him wrong. It made Jimin feel seen—not as someone to be coddled or underestimated, but as an equal. It was disarming, comforting, and, much to Jimin’s reluctant realization, dangerously endearing. Slowly but surely, he found himself not just lowering his guard, but craving more of the warmth Jeongguk seemed to offer so effortlessly.

Before he knew it, Jimin no longer felt like he was walking on eggshells around Jeongguk. He caught himself leaning into their conversations, sharing small pieces of himself he had kept hidden. He could sit beside the alpha during meals without tensing up, laugh at his teasing remarks without feeling self-conscious, and let his guard down just a little more every day. It was disconcerting and comforting all at once.

It scared him a little, how fast he had adapted to this new normal. But at the same time, it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders—a reminder that maybe he didn’t have to carry everything alone. In Jeongguk’s presence, he could be himself, and that was something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

Every day, Jimin found himself waiting for Jeongguk to come home so they could share dinner together. It had become a routine—a part of his evenings that he looked forward to more than he cared to admit. Sometimes their meals were filled with chatter, and light-hearted teasing that made him laugh in a way he hadn’t in years. Other nights, when they were both worn out from their responsibilities, the silence stretched between them, but it was never awkward. It was the kind of quiet that felt like a warm blanket, soothing and safe. During those moments, Jeongguk would catch his eye and offer him a small, tired smile, and Jimin’s heart would skip a beat before he could stop it.

It wasn’t just during dinner. Jimin started to notice other things, too—small things that shouldn’t have meant as much as they did. He’d catch himself lingering at the doorway, watching as Jeongguk tidied up or prepared for bed, reluctant to retreat to his own room. More than once, he realized he was staring at the alpha a little too long, his gaze tracing the sharp line of Jeongguk’s jaw, the way his dark eyes softened when he was lost in thought. The realization would leave him flustered, cheeks burning as he quickly turned away.

Then there was the way Jeongguk teased him. It was infuriating and entirely too effective. A single playful comment or a smirk would send heat rushing to Jimin’s face. He hated how easily Jeongguk could make him blush, how his pulse would quicken with the simplest of touches—a brush of their fingers as they passed a dish, the accidental bump of their shoulders, or the warmth of Jeongguk’s breath against his neck when he leaned in too close. Jimin would stiffen, his skin prickling with awareness, and every nerve in his body would be acutely focused on the alpha’s presence. The faint scent of pine that always lingered around Jeongguk didn’t help; it was a calming aroma that made Jimin’s head spin.

Could this be…?

No, he shook his head, banishing the thought as quickly as it came. There was no way. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t possibly be falling for a forty-year-old alpha who had saved them from downfall. That would be… absurd. Ridiculous. Maybe he was just confusing his feelings of gratitude for something deeper. Maybe it was the relief of being safe and cared for that was muddling his emotions. It had to be. He was just grateful, nothing more. That was the only explanation.

Jimin tried to convince himself of this every day. He repeated it like a mantra whenever his heart raced at the sound of Jeongguk’s voice or when he found himself yearning for the alpha’s touch, even in the smallest ways. It had to be gratitude. He didn’t like Jeongguk—not in that way. It was impossible. The thought alone made him scoff at himself.

And yet, every time he told himself it wasn’t real, he felt the faintest pang of doubt. Because no matter how much he denied it, there was a part of him that was beginning to hope. And that terrified him more than anything else.

It was midday, and the sun was blazing in the sky, relentless in its heat. Jimin wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling it trickle down his neck and soak into the back of his shirt. He and Taehyung had just finished carrying heavy boxes of food stock into the kitchen, the last batch for the cooks to prepare meals for the pack. The effort had left him exhausted, his muscles sore from exertion.

“That was exhausting. I thought I was going to have a stroke,” Taehyung groaned dramatically, stretching his back with an exaggerated crack.

Jimin rolled his eyes, unable to hide his amusement. “You’re such a drama queen,” he shot back, smirking. “You barely broke a sweat. Look at me—I’m practically drowning here.” He gestured at his sweat-drenched clothes for emphasis.

Taehyung let out a laugh and shook his head. “All that muscle and you still whine like a pup,” he teased. They walked side by side toward the river, the cool water calling to them. The thought of washing away the sweat and grime was a welcome reprieve from the heat.

As they neared the riverbank, Taehyung suddenly halted, his expression shifting to one of intrigue. He tutted his tongue, his eyes narrowing in playful curiosity. “Well, well, well. Look who we’ve got here,” he drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What?” Jimin frowned, following Taehyung’s gaze. His friend was staring intently at something—or rather, someone—by the river. Jimin’s eyes trailed over, and then he saw it.

Oh.

There was Jeongguk, standing near the water’s edge, his presence commanding even in casual conversation. He was talking with another omega, one Jimin vaguely recognized from the pack. The two of them seemed at ease, their laughter floating through the air like a melody carried by the wind. Jeongguk’s smile was broad, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and the omega beside him laughed in response, a soft blush coloring their cheeks.

Jimin felt a flash of heat that had nothing to do with the sun. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to maintain a neutral expression. There was no reason for him to feel this way. Jeongguk was the Head Alpha; of course, he would interact with other pack members. It was his duty. And yet… watching him laugh, seeing that easy smile—one Jimin had started to think was reserved for their private moments—made something in his chest tighten painfully.

“Oh, this is interesting,” Taehyung murmured, clearly enjoying the show. He glanced at Jimin, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “You okay there, Jiminie?”

“Of course,” Jimin said, too quickly. He turned away from the scene, his shoulders stiff. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Hmm, no reason,” Taehyung replied, his tone too casual to be innocent. “It’s just… you seem a little tense.”

Jimin shot him a glare. “It’s because it’s a hundred degrees out here.”

“Sure, sure,” Taehyung said, nodding sagely but clearly unconvinced. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, you could always go over there and make your presence known. Mark your territory.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jimin hissed, feeling his face heat up. “This isn’t… it’s not like that.”

“Uh-huh,” Taehyung drawled, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Whatever you say.”

Jimin’s gaze drifted back to the river despite himself. Jeongguk’s laugh rang out again, and the omega beside him touched his arm lightly, a gesture that made Jimin’s fingers twitch. He hated the surge of jealousy that coursed through him, hated how it made his stomach churn. Jeongguk hadn’t done anything wrong. He was just talking. But it didn’t stop the irrational urge to march over there and… and what? Interrupt? Make a scene?

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. This was ridiculous. Jeongguk was allowed to talk to whoever he wanted. It wasn’t as if they had any sort of claim beyond what was already defined by their arrangement. And yet, the idea of anyone else seeing the side of Jeongguk he had come to know made his chest ache.

“Your alpha looks so happy, doesn't he?” Taehyung’s voice dripped with playfulness, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning in Jimin’s chest.

“He’s not my alpha,” Jimin shot back, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. He tried to sound indifferent, but the bitterness in his voice betrayed him. His eyes darted back to where Jeongguk stood, still talking and laughing with the other omega. The sight made Jimin’s chest tighten uncomfortably.

The omega threw back their head and laughed, the sound high-pitched and grating on Jimin’s nerves. He wanted to march over and cover their mouth—anything to make it stop. Jeongguk hadn’t moved, still completely engrossed in whatever conversation they were having, and that only made Jimin’s irritation flare higher.

“You sure about that?” Taehyung’s teasing didn’t let up, his eyes sparkling with glee. “I can smell how sour your scent is. Jealousy looks good on you, Jiminie.”

“I’m not jealous,” Jimin hissed through gritted teeth. “There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“Right.” Taehyung snickered, clearly enjoying every second of this. “I don’t blame that omega, though. Anyone with eyes would find the Head Alpha attractive.”

Jimin clenched his fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. “There’s nothing attractive about him,” he bit out. “He’s old, and mean !” He punctuated the words by stomping his foot, as if that could make it more true. Without waiting for Taehyung’s inevitable retort, he turned on his heel and stormed toward the river.

As he moved, Jeongguk’s attention shifted. The alpha’s gaze locked on him instantly, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Jeongguk’s lips curved into a smile—a smile that was warm, familiar, and somehow meant just for him. It sent a rush of heat through Jimin’s veins, but he quickly smothered it with irritation. He glared at Jeongguk, refusing to smile back, and instead shifted into his wolf form—a stunning white wolf with a sleek, shiny coat and piercing blue eyes.

Feeling petty and utterly unwilling to let the moment pass, Jimin trotted closer to where Jeongguk stood, deliberately brushing past him and the other omega. He let his body linger just long enough for his fur to graze against Jeongguk, his tail dragging over the alpha’s side. The intent was unmistakable—he was marking his scent, making his presence known in no uncertain terms. Jeongguk’s eyes widened slightly, his body tensing as he swallowed hard, clearly affected.

“You should go,” Jeongguk said to the other omega, his voice dropping, the hint of a growl evident.

“Why? We’re not done talking yet,” the omega replied, batting their eyelashes with a practiced air of flirtation.

“Leave.” Jeongguk’s tone was firm, bordering on a growl.

The omega jumped, startled by the sudden change. With a huff, they turned and left in a rush, their previous confidence disappearing.

Satisfied, Jimin sauntered away, his tail flicking in what could only be described as a smug manner. He ignored Jeongguk completely, even when he felt the alpha’s eyes on him, following his every move. He moved to the edge of the river, determined to act as if none of it mattered.

Moments later, he sensed a shift behind him—the familiar energy of Jeongguk’s transformation. Jimin didn’t turn around, but he could feel the presence of Jeongguk’s wolf—a magnificent black wolf with a powerful build and striking gray eyes. It was a sight that always left Jimin momentarily breathless, though he’d never admit it.

Despite himself, Jimin felt the urge to turn, to close the distance between them, to acknowledge the connection that always seemed to spark between them when they were in their wolf forms. But he refused to give in. He couldn’t let Jeongguk know just how deeply he affected him. So, he pretended not to notice, even as every instinct in his body screamed for him to turn around, to run, to play, to howl.

I don’t like him. I never will.

Jeongguk padded closer, his movements slow and deliberate. He stopped just short of touching Jimin, his presence heavy, and intoxicating. The air between them was thick with tension—charged and electric. Jimin could feel every beat of his heart, every breath he took. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

After what felt like an eternity, Jeongguk let out a soft, rumbling sound—a sigh and a growl. Jimin’s ears twitched, betraying his interest, but he remained where he was, resolute.

Then, with a final glance, Jeongguk stepped back, giving him space. The black wolf turned and moved a few paces away, settling near the water’s edge. He kept his gaze on the horizon, as if giving Jimin a choice—to come closer or to walk away. The silent offer lingered in the air, unspoken but understood.

Jimin exhaled slowly, his resolve wavering. He wanted to be petty, to stay away, but the pull toward Jeongguk was stronger than his pride. For now, though, he stayed where he was, refusing to let his guard down completely. But the warmth in his chest betrayed him—he couldn’t deny that a part of him liked knowing that, even in the smallest of ways, Jeongguk had chosen him.

Later that night in the cabin, Jeongguk did what he always did—he tried to make conversation. He talked about mundane things, little observations from his day, things he’d noticed in the pack. Normally, Jimin might have responded with his own witty remarks. But tonight was different. The air between them was thick with tension, and Jimin, still feeling petty and angry, refused to engage. He pretended not to hear Jeongguk, focusing on folding a blanket as if it was the most important task in the world.

Jeongguk let out a soft sigh, clearly picking up on the mood but refusing to back down. “Jimin, he was just a friend,” he said, his tone patient but tinged with a hint of amusement. “Nothing more. He was asking about how the trade negotiations with the Song Pack went. He’s friends with some of their members.”

Jimin’s movements stilled, and he raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress the scoff that escaped him. “Really?” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t look like a conversation about trade negotiations to me.”

Jeongguk’s lips twitched, and a spark of something mischievous flickered in his eyes. He stepped closer, his presence warm and overwhelming. “What did it look like, then?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “You seemed very interested from where I was standing.”

Jimin’s fingers tightened around the blanket, and he rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t interested,” he shot back. “I was just… surprised. You seemed awfully friendly for a trade discussion, that’s all.”

“Mm-hmm,” Jeongguk hummed, clearly unconvinced. He took another step forward, his proximity making the air between them hum with tension. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were… jealous.”

Jimin’s heart leapt into his throat, and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. “Jealous? Of what?” he snapped, turning to glare at Jeongguk. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” Jeongguk leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine. “Because I can smell it, you know.”

“Smell what?” Jimin demanded, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Jeongguk’s eyes softened, but his smile was infuriatingly smug. “Your scent,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving Jimin’s. “It’s sour when you’re upset. Sharp.”

Jimin swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. “You’re imagining things,” he managed to say, though his voice sounded weak even to his own ears. “I don’t care what you do.”

“Right,” Jeongguk said, drawing the word out slowly. He reached up, his hand brushing a strand of hair from Jimin’s face. The touch was soft, almost tender, and it made Jimin’s breath hitch. “If that’s true, then why are you avoiding me? Why can’t you even look at me?”

“I’m not avoiding you,” Jimin insisted, forcing himself to meet Jeongguk’s eyes. “I just don’t feel like talking. Maybe I’m tired.”

“Maybe,” Jeongguk agreed, but his voice was full of challenge. “Or maybe you don’t like the idea of me talking to someone else.”

Jimin clenched his jaw, torn between wanting to snap back and wanting to run away. “You think too highly of yourself,” he said, his tone biting. “Not everyone falls at your feet, Mr. Head Alpha.”

Jeongguk chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made Jimin’s skin tingle. “I know that. But you’re different, Jimin. You don’t need to fall at my feet.” He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “You already have me.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. The intensity in Jeongguk’s gaze left him feeling exposed, vulnerable. He wanted to say something, anything, but words failed him. All he could do was stare, caught between denial and the undeniable truth.

“You’re insufferable,” Jimin finally managed, his voice shaking. He pushed past Jeongguk, determined to put distance between them, but Jeongguk caught his wrist gently, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t go,” Jeongguk said, his tone suddenly serious. “I don’t want you to be upset. Talk to me, Jimin.”

Jimin stopped in his tracks, turning sharply to face him, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else—something deeper and more vulnerable. “I’m not upset,” he snapped, his voice tight. “You can talk to whoever you want, flirt with them all you want. It’s not like I have any say in it. We’re not even bonded.”

There. He’d said it. The truth that had been gnawing at him for weeks finally spilled out. At first, he had been relieved by the lack of a bonding mark. He hadn’t been comfortable with the thought of being bitten, of tying himself irrevocably to an alpha he barely knew. But now? Now, the longer he spent with Jeongguk, the more it bothered him. The lack of a bond felt like a gaping void, one that only deepened every time he saw Jeongguk surrounded by swooning omegas. They flirted with him without hesitation, and each time, it chipped away at Jimin’s composure.

Jeongguk’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the raw emotion in Jimin’s words. He took a step closer, but this time his movements were careful, almost hesitant. “Jimin… I didn’t seal the bond because I wanted to respect your boundaries,” he said softly, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “During the mating ceremony, you didn’t seem ready, and I would never want to force a bond on you. Ever. But that doesn’t mean I want anyone else.”

Jimin looked away, feeling his chest tighten painfully. He hadn’t expected such raw honesty and vulnerability from Jeongguk. It wasn’t like him to lower his defenses like this, to bare himself so openly. It made the walls Jimin had carefully built around his heart feel flimsy and weak, ready to collapse under the weight of emotions he wasn’t prepared to face. But he couldn’t do this—not now. He wasn’t ready to have this conversation, to confront the confusing mess of feelings inside him.

“Let’s… let’s talk about it later,” Jimin said, his voice softer than he intended, a hint of exhaustion coloring his words. “I need some air.”

Jeongguk’s shoulders sagged, the defeat evident in the way his usually confident posture deflated. In that moment, he looked younger, softer, his expression open and full of a quiet ache. It tugged at Jimin’s heart in a way that made it hard to breathe. But he wasn’t ready to go there—not yet. The alpha gave him a slow, sad but understanding nod. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Just… don’t go too far. It’s late.”

Jimin swallowed, the concern in Jeongguk’s voice making it harder to turn away. “I’ll be fine,” he replied, trying to keep his tone steady. “I just need… a minute.”

Without waiting for a response, Jimin walked out of the cabin, his steps quick and purposeful as he stepped into the cool night air.