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In  Lake Near Lilac's House

A  U  T  H  O  R  'S    P  O  V

The lake near Lilac’s house was bathed in silver moonlight, the rippling water reflecting the stars above. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, a quiet sanctuary untouched by the chaos of the outside world. Crickets chirped in the distance, their song blending with the gentle lapping of water against the shore.

Lilac stood at the edge, her arms wrapped around herself, eyes fixed on the lake’s endless depths. She felt lost, trapped in a fate she hadn’t chosen. The mark on her neck tingled—a constant reminder that she now belonged to someone she barely understood.

Behind her, Taehyung stood in silence, watching her. He didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, but she could feel his presence—overwhelming, suffocating.

"You’re quiet, Lilac.",  he finally spoke, his deep voice breaking the stillness.

Lilac exhaled, still refusing to turn around. "What am I supposed to say?"

A muscle in Taehyung’s jaw twitched. He knew she was struggling. He could feel it. His wolf, V, was restless inside him, pacing, growling in frustration. He wanted to be near her, to hold her, to ease her distress. But he knew better.

"You can ask me anything," he said after a pause. "About me. About my wolf. About… what comes next."

Lilac let out a bitter chuckle. "What comes next? You forced a mark on me, and now I have no choice but to live in your world. Do I even get a say in anything anymore?"

Taehyung flinched. He had expected anger—resentment, even—but hearing the pain laced in her words made something tighten in his chest.

"You don’t understand," he said, stepping closer. "I had to do it. If I hadn’t marked you—"

"You would have lost me?" she interrupted, finally turning to face him. Her eyes burned with emotion. "You already did, Taehyung. The moment you took away my choice."

His breath caught in his throat.

V stirred inside him, restless. His wolf wanted to speak.

“ Let me talk to her. She needs to know.”, V Growled in anger as Taehyung was suppressing him....

Taehyung hesitated, then closed his eyes, surrendering control.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as his eyes flashed golden. His muscles tensed, his canines lengthened slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, V was in control.

Lilac stepped back instinctively, sensing the shift in his aura.

His entire demeanor had changed. Gone was the Taehyung who carried himself with cold authority. In his place stood V, his wolf—possessive, protective, and entirely hers.

"Lilac," V’s voice was lower, rougher. "I’ve wanted to talk to you for so long."

Lilac hesitated. "You're… Taehyung's wolf?"

V nodded, taking a step toward her. "I Should Introduce Myself To My Lady. I am Vincent or V. I am part of him, but also separate. And I’ve waited centuries to find you."

He murmured the last sentence. But Lilac heard it....

Lilac frowned. "Centuries? What do you mean?"

V sighed, his golden eyes softening. "Our souls were bound long before we were born. You are mine, Lilac. Ours."

She shook her head, still overwhelmed. "I don’t even know you."

"You will," he promised, voice laced with unshakable devotion. "I will spend every moment proving myself to you."

Lilac stared at him. There was something different about V—where Taehyung was cold and guarded, V was raw, open, unfiltered. He radiated warmth, his golden eyes filled with an emotion that terrified her: love.

"Taehyung is afraid," V continued, voice gentler now. " He is an idiot... He fears your rejection. But I don’t. Because I know what’s in your heart."

Lilac clenched her fists. "You don’t know anything about me."

V tilted his head, studying her. "I know that when you look at the moon, you wonder if your life would have been different if you were born not as a human but as a Wolf . I know that you love the rain because it makes you feel less alone. I know that right now, you’re more scared of your own feelings than you are of me."

Lilac’s breath hitched. He was right.

V took another step closer, and this time, she didn’t back away.

"Let me prove myself to you," he murmured. "Not as your Alpha. Not as the man who marked you. But as your mate."

Lilac hesitated, her heart pounding. She hated that she wasn’t repulsed by him. She hated that, deep down, something inside her wanted to believe him.

"Please," V whispered. "Give me a chance."

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, Lilac sighed, looking away. "I don’t know if I can forgive Taehyung for what he did," she admitted.

V nodded. "Then don’t. Not yet. But let me stay by your side anyway."

Lilac swallowed hard, then gave a small nod. "Fine. But no more forcing me into things."

V smirked. "Understood."

A comfortable silence settled between them as they stood by the lake, the water shimmering under the moon’s light.

And for the first time since this nightmare began, Lilac felt like she could breathe.

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In Lilac's House

The air inside the hall was thick with tension. The wooden walls of Lilac’s home, usually filled with warmth and laughter, felt oppressive under the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold. A single chandelier flickered above the large wooden dining table, casting shadows that danced across the faces of those gathered.

Lilac sat between her parents, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. Across from her, Taehyung sat with his back straight, his face unreadable. His golden eyes flickered between her and Namjoon, who sat rigidly at the head of the table, arms crossed over his chest, his expression nothing short of murderous.

It was clear that he was not happy about this meeting.

Lilac’s father, Ex-Beta Kim Hyunsik , leaned forward, his deep-set eyes studying Taehyung carefully. He was a man of wisdom, known for his patience, but even he could not ignore the weight of the situation.

“So,” Lilac's Father began, his voice steady. “You want to move forward with the mating ceremony.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Lilac tensed beside him. Even now, hearing those words made her feel like the ground beneath her feet was crumbling.

Her mother, Healer Se-kyung, sighed. “I still don’t understand why it has to happen so soon.”

“Because she is already marked,” Taehyung answered, his voice calm but firm. “And because the entire pack will soon know it.”

Namjoon scoffed, his sharp glare burning into Taehyung. “And whose fault is that?”

Taehyung didn’t flinch. He met Namjoon’s rage head-on, unwavering. “Mine.”

Lilac blinked, surprised by his honesty.

Taehyung turned back to her parents. “But that doesn’t change the reality of our situation. Because of my mark, she is now Luna of the  Credential Moon Pack. That makes her a target.”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Lilac's mother, Kim  Se-kyung looked at her daughter, worry etched into every line of her face. “Lilac, sweetheart, what do you want?”

Lilac opened her mouth, then closed it. She didn’t know.

Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She didn’t want to be forced into a life she didn’t choose, but at the same time, she couldn’t ignore the truth—Taehyung had marked her, and whether she liked it or not, that meant she belonged to him.

And now, every rogue, every rival pack, every enemy of Taehyung’s would come for her.

She swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung turned to face her fully. His expression softened, and for a moment, he looked almost vulnerable.

“I won’t rush you,” he said. “But the longer we wait, the more danger you’ll be in.”

Namjoon slammed his fist onto the table, making everyone jump. “You expect me to just hand my sister over to you after what you did?” His voice was low, threatening.

Taehyung’s wolf stirred, but he forced himself to stay calm. “I don’t expect you to do anything, Namjoon. But I will protect her, whether you approve or not.”

Namjoon bared his teeth. “And what if I say no?”

Taehyung leaned forward slightly, his golden eyes glowing. “Then you’d be putting her life in danger.”

Lilac’s father held up a hand, silencing both of them. “Enough,” Ex-Beta Hyunsik said. His tone was calm, but his authority was undeniable.

He turned to his daughter. “Lilac, you are my child, my only daughter. I would never force you into something you don’t want. But this is not just about you anymore. If Taehyung has truly marked you, that means his enemies will come for you. You need protection.”

Lilac clenched her fists. “I never asked to be marked,” she said bitterly.

Lilac's Father expression softened. “I know.” He sighed, running a hand through his silver-streaked hair. “But we must deal with the situation as it is now.”

Lilac's Mother reached for her daughter’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Sweetheart, do you think you can ever accept him?”

Lilac hesitated.

Could she?

She glanced at Taehyung. He was watching her with unreadable eyes, but there was something beneath the surface—something desperate, something raw.

He wanted her. Not just as his mate, but as his equal.

“I don’t know,” she admitted again.

Taehyung inhaled sharply but nodded. “Then I will wait,” he said simply.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “Wait for what?”

“For her to accept me,” Taehyung answered, his voice steady. “I won’t force her. But I will protect her.”

For the first time that night, Lilac saw something shift in Namjoon’s eyes. He still didn’t trust Taehyung. He still wanted to tear him apart for marking his sister.

But he also wanted her safe.

Namjoon exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair. “Fine,” he muttered. “But if you so much as hurt her again—”

“I won’t,” Taehyung said, cutting him off. “I swear it.”

A long silence stretched between them.

Finally, Lilac's Father nodded. “Then it’s decided. The mating ceremony will take place—but only when Lilac is ready.”

Lilac released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t fair. But for now, it was the best she could ask for.

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In Lycan Wolf Territory

The concubine residence was grand—designed for indulgence, temptation, and submission. Red silk draped the walls, the scent of incense and jasmine thick in the air. Golden lanterns cast a dim glow, illuminating the figures of women dressed in sheer fabrics, their heads bowed in reverence as  Alpha Jeon Jungkook entered.

He hadn’t set foot in this place in a long time.

His presence alone sent a ripple of unease through the women. They all knew who he was—not just their Alpha, but a ruler who demanded absolute loyalty and submission. Jungkook wasn’t known for kindness, nor was he known for frequenting this place for pleasure like other Alphas. That’s what made tonight all the more terrifying.

He walked past the line of concubines, his dark eyes scanning them as they kept their gazes lowered. Each woman trembled under his scrutiny. Then, he stopped in front of one—a delicate girl with long, dark hair cascading down her back. Her body was smaller than the others, fragile even, and when she felt his presence linger, she tensed.

"You," he murmured.

She gasped softly but nodded, accepting her fate.

Jungkook grasped her wrist, his grip firm yet indifferent. Without another word, he led her away, through the grand corridors of the residence, past the watchful eyes of the guards, and into his private chamber.

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The room was dimly lit by flickering candles. A large bed with red silk sheets dominated the space. Jungkook released her wrist, and she hesitated, standing uncertainly by the door.

"You know why you’re here," he said, his voice void of emotion.

She swallowed hard before nodding. "Yes, my lord."

"Then strip.", He Demanded.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the delicate ties of her robe, letting it fall to the ground. She stood before him, vulnerable, her arms slightly curled around herself.

Jungkook watched her with unreadable eyes. Then, he stepped forward, lifting her chin with a single finger.

"Don’t look at me with fear," he murmured. "You were chosen for a purpose tonight."

Her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing. She had been trained for this—to serve, to obey, to please. But there was something different about this encounter.

Jungkook didn’t waste time. He pulled her to the bed, his movements fluid and dominant. Clothes disappeared, bodies intertwined, but there was no passion.

No love.

Only control, submission, and the echoes of their shallow breaths.

For her, it was a duty. For him, it was merely a step in the ritual.

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Hours passed. The woman lay in a deep slumber, her body curled beneath the silk sheets. Jungkook, however, sat at the edge of the bed, naked, his back against the headboard. His fingers traced the hilt of the dagger resting on his thigh—the blade the witch had given him.

He could still hear her words.

“ To break the curse, you must sacrifice the impure. One who has been tainted by your touch. Spill her blood beneath the moon, and the path to your mate will clear. ”

His expression remained cold as he turned his gaze toward the sleeping woman.

She had served her purpose.

Slowly, Jungkook stood, gripping the dagger. He didn’t hesitate—hesitation was weakness, and he had long since abandoned such things.

With a swift motion, he plunged the blade into her chest.

Her eyes shot open, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the silk sheets crimson. Her fingers clawed weakly at his wrist, confusion and pain flickering in her wide eyes.

"My… lord…" she whispered, barely a breath.

Jungkook didn’t respond. He simply watched as the life drained from her, the light in her eyes fading into nothingness.

The blood seeped into the bed, moving unnaturally, forming ancient symbols that pulsed with dark energy. A gust of cold air swept through the room, and for a brief moment, the shadows seemed to shift, whispering secrets only he could hear.

A dark presence wrapped around him, invisible yet suffocating.

The witch’s magic was working.

Jungkook exhaled, wiping the blade clean against the sheets before tossing it aside. His body was still bare, the scent of blood and sweat mingling in the air.

He didn’t look at the lifeless body beside him. He didn’t feel remorse.

Instead, he smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"Four more rituals," he muttered to himself.

He was close. So close to breaking free.

So close to claiming his mate.

And nothing—nothing—would stand in his way.

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In Rogue's Territory

The chamber was dimly lit, the scent of burning wood and herbs thick in the air. Smoke curled around the room, swirling from the golden incense holders perched on black marble tables. The space was lavish but dark—rich velvet drapes covered the walls, concealing the cold stone beneath. Faint candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

At the center of the room lay a massive bed, its sheets disheveled, tainted with the remnants of past sins. The rogue king, Min Yoongi, sat at the edge, his bare chest exposed to the cool air, muscles relaxed as he inhaled the deep, numbing scent of weeds burning in his pipe.

He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dance before his eyes, his expression one of pure satisfaction.

Beneath the silk blankets, Evelyn, the former Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, lay still, her naked body trembling. Her long, raven-Golden hair spilled over the pillows, her hollow eyes staring at the ceiling—lifeless.

The room reeked of sweat, blood, and suffering.

Her wrists bore bruises from his grip. Her body was sore, defiled by the very man who slaughtered her mate and children before her eyes.

Yoongi glanced down at her, amusement flickering in his dark, predatory gaze. He reached out, tracing a lazy finger along the side of her neck, feeling the faint pulse beneath her skin. She was alive, but barely.

"You're still here," he murmured, his voice deep and raspy from the smoke. "I thought you would’ve lost your mind by now."

Evelyn didn’t respond.

Yoongi chuckled, leaning down to whisper against her ear. "You Lunas are all the same… so full of fire at first, but in the end, you all break the same way."

She finally moved—just a twitch of her fingers against the sheets. Then, her lips parted.

"One day…" her voice was barely above a whisper, weak yet filled with venom. "One day, someone close to you will suffer… just like I have."

Yoongi froze.

Her deadened eyes slowly shifted to look at him, her hatred burning brighter than the flames in the fireplace.

"Someone will rip her dignity apart… they will hurt her in ways that will break her soul… and you will watch, unable to stop it. You will be helpless."

A chill crept through the room.

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his amusement fading.

For the first time that night, he felt something—an unfamiliar flicker of irritation, a phantom of a long-lost emotion he refused to name.

His fingers tightened around her throat.

"You think I have someone I care about?" he growled, his smirk returning, though it no longer reached his eyes.

He squeezed slightly, enough to make her breath hitch.

"You think I would allow anyone to mean anything to me?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Lunas are fools… too blinded by love to understand how the world works."

Evelyn didn't flinch. She didn’t even attempt to fight.

She had lost everything already.

Her husband—the Alpha of her pack—was dead, his throat torn out before her very eyes.

Her children… her innocent, beautiful children… massacred before she could even hold them one last time.

She had nothing left to lose.

So, she only stared, her lips curling into the faintest, broken smile.

"You will understand pain, Min Yoongi," she whispered. "And when you do… I hope you drown in it."

Yoongi held her gaze for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his dark irises.

Then, just like that, he released her throat and stood up, grabbing a loose black robe from the nearby chair.

He rolled his shoulders, stretching lazily before making his way toward the balcony.

Outside, the night was cold, the sky blanketed in thick clouds, blocking the moon. The wind carried the scent of blood and destruction—the aftermath of his latest conquest.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, and moments later, an eagle swooped down, landing on the stone railing beside him. Tied to its leg was a small scroll, marked with the insignia of his most trusted informant.

Yoongi untied the scroll, letting the eagle fly away before he unrolled the letter.

His smirk deepened as he read the words.

^ "Great job hunting the Silver Moon Pack.

Now,

the next target: Grayson Pack.

They are the closest link to the Credential Moon Pack. Conquer them, and we will be one step closer to absolute rule."  ^

A cold chuckle left his lips.

Everything was falling into place.

He let the letter burn between his fingertips, watching the ashes scatter into the wind.

Behind him, Evelyn lay on the bed, her body motionless, her soul shattered.

Her words still echoed in his mind.

"You will understand pain."

Yoongi exhaled a cloud of smoke, his smirk unwavering.

"Pain?" he murmured, eyes glinting under the moonless sky. "I don’t feel pain. I am the one who delivers it."

And with that, he turned back into the darkness of his chamber, ready to paint the world red once more.

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∆ TO BE CONTINUED ∆

The moon casts its silver glow over the world, marking the beginning of something inevitable. The echoes of rituals and whispered fates lingered in the air—paths intertwining, destinies shifting. The Howl of Fate had begun, and there was no turning back.

→What awaits Lilac as she slowly lets Taehyung in?

→What dark price will Jungkook pay for his relentless pursuit of his mate?

And how far will the Rogue King go in his ruthless conquest?

The story has only begun to unfold.

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Chapter Thoughts

This chapter took us deeper into the tensions growing between Taehyung and Lilac, their bond slowly forming despite the scars of the past. Meanwhile, Jungkook inches closer to his mate, his dark path twisting with blood and sacrifice. And the Rogue King? His shadow looms ever closer, his cruelty boundless.

Who are you most intrigued by?
What do you think will happen next?

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Predictions for the Next Chapter

🔥 The mating ceremony preparations begin, but will Lilac accept it fully?

🔥 Jungkook's second ritual—one darker than before—begins to take shape.

🔥 A new threat emerges, bringing unforeseen danger to the Credential Moon Pack.

What are your theories? Comment below! ⬇⬇