Episode 3

...Somewhere ...

For many years, Rocky and Reena ruled the KGF empire with unmatched power — but their hearts ached for the one thing they couldn’t command: a child. After years of heartbreak, they chose to adopt. The boy they welcomed became their light, their firstborn in love if not in blood.

The great KGF palace had been filled with power, wealth, and victory

Rocky, the iron-fisted king of KGF, ruled with unmatched strength. Yet at night, in the privacy of their chambers, he watched Reena with quiet desperation, knowing even his empire could not give her the one thing they longed for.

The KGF empire was no longer just mines, gold, and underground power — it was a billion-dollar multinational giant, with skyscrapers in Mumbai, Dubai, New York.

But at the heart of it all stood Rocky and Reena, the king and queen of this modern empire. But their home was quiet. No child’s laughter. No tiny footsteps running across marble floors.

Arjun, adopted at age eight, had become their pride and joy. Now eighteen, sharp-eyed and fiercely loyal, he was the heir the world saw. But even Arjun knew: behind Reena’s elegant smile, behind Rocky’s ruthless ambition, there was an emptiness they never spoke of.

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The old woman came during Navratri.

She appeared at the mansion gates — frail, silver-haired, dressed in a simple sari, eyes clouded with something deeper than age.

The guards tried to turn her away, but Reena noticed from the balcony and called her inside.

In the quiet of the prayer room, the old woman spoke:

“Your child will come. But not in the way you expect.”

Rocky crossed his arms, skeptical.

“We have waited twelve years.”

The old woman smiled softly.

“The gods have waited longer. Your child is fated — born under a crimson moon, marked to change the world. But this child will not belong only to you. He will belong to a destiny beyond time.”

Reena’s breath caught. Arjun, watching from the doorway, frowned in confusion.

“What does that mean?” he murmured.

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...The miracle arrived....

Weeks later, Reena’s doctors called it a medical marvel — a pregnancy no one expected, no one could explain.

Rocky, usually calm and commanding, his hard mask slipping for the first time in years. He pulled Reena into his arms, whispering words only she heard.

Arjun burst into the room, half-laughing, half-crying.

“I’m going to be a big brother? Seriously?”

He threw his arms around Reena, whispering:

“Don’t worry, mom — I’ll protect him.”

Across the KGF empire, celebrations erupted. Lanterns floated into the sky, sweets were passed through the streets, fireworks lit the night.

But in the quiet, the old woman sat again under the temple tree, her voice soft:

“When the crimson moon rises, his story will begin.”

But they didn't know that high above in a land far from human eyes, the Lycan King stirred in his cold, dark throne — as the first whispers of fate reached even him.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

One day High priest — an ancient vampire-wolf hybrid seer named Erythas — senses a ripple in the supernatural realm.

In the middle of a blood ritual meant to strengthen Jungkook’s immortal army, Erythas collapses, his eyes rolling back as a vision strikes.

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...Next Day...

The great stone hall of the Lycan stronghold was silent, save for the crackling of fire. Jeon Jungkook sat on his black throne — tall, powerful, sharp-jawed — his golden eyes fixed ahead like a predator watching prey.

The court below knelt, heads bowed. No one dared speak in the presence of the Lycan King, the most feared ruler the world had known for 800 years. His black suit clung to his battle-hardened frame, his hands rested calmly on the armrests — but his mere presence made the air feel heavy, like the calm before a storm.

Suddenly, the massive doors crashed open.

Erythas, the high priest, stumbled in, his silver robes torn, his face pale as ash. His mouth opened, but no words came — only gasps.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward him, cold and unreadable.

“You interrupt my court,” he said in a voice as smooth and cold as steel. “Explain yourself or die where you stand.”

Erythas dropped to his knees, hands clawing at the ground.

“My King— it’s the prophecy! The curse— it’s shifting— the Omega—”

Jungkook rose slowly, each movement precise, coiled with lethal energy. His towering form cast a long shadow as he descended the steps toward the trembling priest.

“Speak carefully,” Jungkook warned, voice low, deadly. “I have no patience for riddles.”

The priest’s eyes rolled back, his mouth trembling as the vision forced its way out:

“Under the crimson moon, the chain is broken.

The Queen is born of mortal womb and royal crown.

The beast’s heart shall bleed,

the curse shall tremble,

and the King shall kneel… or fall.”

The throne room fell into a suffocating silence.

Jungkook stood before Erythas, expression stone-cold, jaw sharp, eyes burning gold. For centuries, his curse had stripped him of the one thing Lycans lived for — the fated mate-bond. And now, a prophecy whispered of its return.

His hands curled into fists. His wolf stirred, restless, violent.

“Where?” he demanded, voice like ice cracking. “Where is this Omega Queen?”

Erythas swallowed hard.

“Born under the crimson moon, my King. Somewhere in the human world. A child, but marked by fate—”

Jungkook leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp enough to cut.

“Find them.” His words were a growl, cold and merciless.

“And pray they are ready. Because when I take what is mine…” His lips twitched into the faintest smirk, sharp and dangerous.

“…I will not be gentle.”

The wolves in the room raised their heads in a chorus of howls, sensing their King’s rising hunger.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

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...Do you think Jungkook will be able to find his mate?...