A Broken Omega:

The room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of Jungkook's labored breathing. His once strong, confident frame now seemed fragile, as though his body had been hollowed out from within. The ritual had taken its toll, draining him in ways he hadn't anticipated. His skin was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his movements were slow, deliberate, as if even lifting a finger took every ounce of energy he had left. Yet, despite this overwhelming weakness, Jungkook remained determined—his mind sharp and unwavering. That's how the love he had for his mate for beloved husband.

The pain that radiated through Jungkook's body was like a constant hum, a low, persistent ache that seemed to have no end. Every muscle in his body felt as though it had been stretched to the breaking point, every bone felt brittle. The soul-shifting ritual, while successful in helping Jimin, had left Jungkook barely hanging onto his own body. He could feel the absence of his half-soul, as if half of him had been ripped away, leaving a hollow void behind. It wasn't just the physical pain that gnawed at him—it was the emotional weight of what he had done. But he would never regret it. For Jimin, he would endure any suffering.

As he sat in the study room, trying to gather himself, their son, Jungwon, came running in with his usual innocent enthusiasm. The little boy's face lit up when he saw his father, his eyes sparkling with admiration. He had drawn a picture for Jungkook, his small fingers smeared with crayon colors as he excitedly approached.

"Appa, look! I drew us," Jungwon beamed, showing his creation. The drawing was simple—a broad figure of a man with blonde hairs, the piercings and a wolf standing side by side, the man having a crown above his head. Jungkook's heart softened, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. His son saw him as a king, a protector, someone who could do no wrong.

"That's beautiful, Jungwon, but why it's only me in the picture why not you and Dad?" Jungkook said, his voice strained. The smile was a mask—one that only barely hid the exhaustion he felt inside.

"That's because I drew only my queen to whom I love so so so much, it's special only for you!" Jungwon chirped clasping his hands energetically as he pecked Jungkook's lips cutely.

"My queen? Baby you will have someone else waiting for you not me, though I appreciate your effort." Jungkook said softly smiling as he ruffled the little alpha's head weakly.

"No I don't want someone else, when I grow up I will only make you my queen, my pretty appa." Jungwon huffed in determination making Jungkook to sigh he can't argue about this when there's barely any energy left in his body.

The young boy looked up, noticing something was off. His small hand reached out to touch Jungkook's face, sensing the unnatural stillness in his father. "Appa, are you okay? You look tired."

Jungkook's fingers trembled slightly as he placed a hand on Jungwon's head, stroking his hair with what little strength he had left. "I'm fine, baby," he said, trying to sound reassuring, but his voice cracked. "Just need some rest, that's all."

But the words felt hollow even as they left his mouth. Rest was the furthest thing from what he needed. He needed Jimin to wake up. He needed to feel whole again. But most of all, he needed to make sure his family was okay, that they would be safe. He couldn't afford to fall apart now. After the ritual though Jimin was slightly able to move his legs but his surgery was needed for fully functioning of his legs to support the new energy.

Jungwon, with his innocent perception, didn't understand the gravity of what was happening. He only saw his step-father as the strong, unbreakable figure he had always known. Yet, Jungkook couldn't help but wonder how long he could keep up this facade, how long he could pretend everything was fine when every breath felt like a struggle.

As Jungkook gently pulled his son into his arms, the pain flared again—this time, sharper and more intense. It was as though his body itself was rejecting the weight of his own existence. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the world around him fade, focusing solely on their child. Jungwon's arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and for that moment, the pain didn't seem so unbearable. But as soon as the hug ended, the reality of the situation came crashing back.

He was dying slowly—physically, mentally, and spiritually. Yet, he was determined to hold on. For Jimin. For Jungwon. He had to be strong for them.

The Emotional Struggle:

Jungkook had always prided himself on being strong. He had led his huge dreadful gang and now with Parks pack's unwavering authority, always keeping his emotions in check, never showing weakness. But now, with the ritual's aftermath, he could feel everything crumbling beneath him. He had given up half piece of himself, and though it had helped Jimin, it had left him fractured. The bond he shared with his mate had always been strong, but now it felt like he was losing himself in the process.

The pain was constant, an unrelenting reminder of the price he had paid. It felt as if his very soul was on fire, the emptiness within him threatening to swallow him whole. But even then, as he fought against the weakness that threatened to overtake him, he remained focused. The only thing that mattered was Jimin's recovery. He had to keep going—no matter how much it hurt.

Jimin's Silent Reaction:

As Jungkook's hand trembled over his son's head, Jimin—who had been lying unconscious in the bed beside them—couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth even in his paralyzed state. Although Jimin could not physically react or speak, his mind was still alert. The connection between him and Jungkook was undeniable. As the soul shifting process was now showing its effect on Jimin too, Jungkook's soul taking its time adjusting in Jimin's years of unmoved body.

Inside his mind, Jimin watched the scene unfold, feeling a deep ache in his chest as he witnessed Jungkook's struggle. Jimin had always admired his mate's strength, but seeing him like this—so broken, so vulnerable—was a pain he could not ignore. He felt helpless, unable to offer the comfort and support that Jungkook so desperately needed.

In his weakened state, Jimin wanted nothing more than to reach out, to hold his mate and tell him that it would be okay, that they would get through this together. But his body betrayed him, and his soul had yet to return from its healing. He could only watch, feeling his own helplessness weigh him down.

His heart clenched, and though he couldn't speak for a while, his mind sent silent prayers to the moon goddess, wishing for their recovery to be swift, so he could return to his mate and share the burden.

The pain that coursed through Jungkook's body was beyond anything he had ever experienced. Each second felt like an eternity of torment. His body was still in the aftermath of the ritual—the soul shifting had torn something inside him, something irreplaceable. The intense physical pain felt like needles being driven into his skin with every movement. But it was the emotional agony that nearly broke him. It was incredibly increasing with each passing second, if it would have been any other Alpha or omega than Jungkook then the said werewolf would have collapsed and died on spot, that's how terrible the pain was and Jimin could feel the agony of Jungkook's pain through their mate bond.

He had done this for Jimin, yes. He had sacrificed a part of himself to help his Alpha, to give him a chance at a life without paralysis. But now, he felt the weight of that sacrifice every moment. It wasn't just the aching muscles or the weakness—it was the feeling of being incomplete, as if something fundamental had been lost, something he might never get back.

He leaned against the table, his breath shallow, as he tried to steady himself. He couldn't afford to show weakness—not with Jungwon so close, not with Jimin lying unconscious, still unable to move.

Yet, despite all the pain, there was a fire within Jungkook. A fire that refused to be extinguished. He would endure this suffering. He would see this through for Jimin, for their family.

With each painful breath, Jungkook's resolve hardened. There was no turning back now. He would see this through. He had to.

This was the unimaginable process the pain he had to pay for this to that witch. Both of them realised.

End of Chapter........

Okay so I've got the new cover of the book. Also there are few more chapters left basically Jimin's recovery and all the heated smut chapters.

And if we cross 150k I might have a surprise sequel for you guys!!

Yes you hear me a brainstorming sequel.

But though this book will have its complete essence and happy ending.