Third person pov

Taehyung really didn't know how the plate in his hand slipped off his fingers and fell on the ground, shattering into million pieces.

To his bad luck, there were more than three warriors in the kitchen that day, all angry for some reason.

They wanted to get their anger out and what better way was to get it out than to beat omegas up?

So, when he broke the very expensive plate, they all got a reason to take out their anger on the omega. They got to their work: beating, kicking and punching him.

Taehyung knew that they were all really angry, and now that they were taking all their anger out on his fragile body, he felt like his body was finally going to give up.

H barely could see anything, feel anything, or even hear anything.

The growls and grunts of the angry alphas weren't reaching his mind anymore, neither were the kicks and punches hurting him now.

He felt good this way. Good that he finally wasn't feeling. No dread, no fear of dying, no memories of his time spent with his mom and Jimin. Nothing.

He felt so good that he was finally going to be free. He was, until now, scared of being dead, but now... he was sure that this was what he always wanted.

Freedom. Freedom from everything.

And oh, just the thought of becoming free felt so good.

But just as his body was completely gonna give up, an unfamiliar voice didn't let it.

The voice was strangely deep, sending shivers down his spine. It was dominating yet at the same time sweet and soothing.

Taehyung only then realised that there was another presence in the room, a one which was much more dominant and powerful.

"Stop."

It wasn't a request, it was an order and almost immediately the warriors stopped what they were doing and looked at the ravenette.

The boy looked like he was holding himself back from growling in anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?" His voice was void of any emotion but there was a little disgust behind it.

He was disgusted, by the warriors because of what they were doing.

Taehyung found himself holding the urge to pass out just so he could hear the oddly calming voice of the male more.

It has never happened before that someone had tried to stop the warrior from their assaults so he found himself getting such a strong urge to want to look up and for a while, just look at the man but his body was too weak to even move.

His eyes were half closed and he could barely even see the figure of the male.

"Young master, he is an omega slave. It's allowed to do this to hi--"

"No one fucking cares if a person is killed in this stupid pack, neither is there any punishment given to a murderer here... so should I kill you?"

The soothing voice of the male was a few tones lower, dangerously. Taehyung was sure that he would tear up if his body wasn't so weak at the moment.

The pack needed more people like him.

"Umm... young master, we--"

"Shut up, don't open that mouth of yours until I tell you to. Now tell me where that fucking demon wolf is."

The warriors immediately nod, getting out of the kitchen, heading towards the backyard where Jungho was at the moment.

The ravenette was going to follow them but his eyes landed on the completely beaten and bruised body of the omega on the floor.

He couldn't see the face because he was curled into a ball with his hands covering his face.

The omegas condition looked so bad that he couldn't just ignore it.

He walked to one of the cabinets, and got out a first-aid box and threw it on the floor beside the omega who didn't even flinch because his body couldn't move. He left right after that.

The actions of the raven head were very cold but it was the warmest treatment anyone of a higher rank had ever given to Taehyung here.

It was harsh for him to leave without helping him but Taehyung was more than just grateful to him.

It was the first time someone tried stopping their assaults, first time someone gave him the first-aid to treat himself, as it wasn't allowed for the omegas to even treat their wounds.

His heart was beating really fast, his previous wish to die and attain freedom, vanished into thin air.

He was curious about the male, who he could tell was a trueblood, from his scent.

Thank you... I don't know who you are, but thank you.

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Jungkook growled as soon as his eyes landed on Jungho who had his sword in his hand, swinging it as he practised a few moves.

"Oh, son--"

"It's Jungkook. Don't dare try to call me son."

Jungho snorts, mentally cursing at himself for even calling this little bitch his son.

He had to do it though because Sangmi had totally failed in her job to force him to follow his orders.

He thought that keeping Sangmi as her mate would be good because she could mould Jungkook in such a way that he acts like his servant and give him his powers but that didn't work.

He wanted the boy's trueblood powers, to make himself stronger but he couldn't snatch it away, it had to be given to him.

So after Sangmi failed in her job, he had to do everything himself. He was acting like a good dad just so he can make Jungkook think that he wants the best for him.

But Jungkook wasn't a fucking three year old to fall for the tricks of the asshole.

"Oh don't say that, son. I told you that I'm sorry for the way I behaved when you were younger. Won't you ever forgive me and give me a chance?"

Jungkook just snorts and rolls his eyes which makes him gets angry.

"What the fuck do,you want? Why did you call me here?" Jungkook asks impatiently, wanting to leave this cursed place as soon as possible.

He wasn't living here now. He shifted out as soon as he got eighteen and he felt like the decision to leave was the best decision he had ever taken.

He was free now. He saved himself from all this torture.

He broke all connections with Sangmi too. He stopped even looking at her or speaking to her as soon as he left.

Gladly for him, she remembered how his wolf had strangled her in front of a crowd when she tried to abuse him there. She had stopped trying to do stuff like that since then.

"...I just wanted to see you. To know if you're doing fi--" Jungho was cut off when the trueblood growled.

"Next time, if you call me here for such useless reasons I'm gonna make you regret it," Jungkook spat. He waited for Jungho to say something but when the demon wolf didn't say anything, he turned around to leave.

He was almost out of the mansion when a hold on his arm stopped him from leaving and he knew who it belonged to.

"Oh look who we have here," Sangmi says with a sickly sweet tone, grinning at him.

"Leave me, bitch. Go and waste your time doing what you're best at--whoring around--rather than wasting your time here"

Sangmi scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"I guess you're forgetting the way the I used to beat you to a pulp when you were younger. I can still do that now."

Jungkook lets out a humorless laugh.

"Beat me? Yes, you did that. But it was always you who ran away in fear as soon as my wolf took over. And if you want, you could try doing it now, but I assure you that after that, you'll be left with only a single hand"

Sangmi grits her as she grew serious. Her eyes held a very dark emotion. She buried her nails onto his forearm and said,

"I'll make sure you regret what you did two years ago. You killed my son, I'll make sure you regret it."

"Do whatever you want, Sangmi. But if you even dare hurt my family again... Then this time it would be you who I will be choking to death." He pulled her arm off his body, looking at her with utmost disgust and anger.

He pushed her away and let her fall on the ground before leaving.

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