JEON’S SLAVE (TaeKook) Chapter 11

The carriage rattled along the uneven road, the chains binding the omega’s wrists and ankles leaving angry marks on his skin.

Every bump in the road jolted him closer to his fate—a fate he didn’t want to imagine.

*body trembled uncontrollably, not just from the cold but from the suffocating dread that weighed him down*

Outside, the world grew darker, the stars veiled by heavy clouds.

He couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his mind—the man’s voice, cold and calculated, slicing through him like a knife.

Stay that way.

The words echoed in his head, carrying a weight that refused to leave him. Fear wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, something else lingered—a faint, forbidden pull he didn’t understand and hated himself for feeling.

The Jeon estate.

He had heard the name whispered in fear countless times.

A sprawling fortress hidden in the hills, guarded by secrets and shadows.

It was said that the Jeons didn’t just break people—they erased them, leaving behind nothing but whispers of their existence.

*stomach churned as the carriage slowed*

We are here

The gates of the estate loomed before them, towering iron bars decorated with intricate designs of serpents and thorns.

The carriage passed through them, the sound of the heavy gates creaking shut behind them like the toll of a bell.

The guards roughly pulled him out.

*legs nearly giving way as he stumbled onto the gravel path*

*eyes darted toward the towering gates*

wrought iron twisting into serpents and thorns, as if warning him to turn back—not that he had a choice.

They dragged him forward, through the grand yet oppressive mansion. The hallways stretched endlessly, dimly lit by flickering chandeliers.

Each step echoed, amplifying the hollow emptiness inside him.

*walked with his head low*

Finally, they reached a set of massive double doors.

One of them knocked, the sound reverberating like thunder.

Come in

The doors creaked open, revealing Jeon seated behind a massive desk.

*looked up briefly, his sharp eyes cutting through the room like a blade*

He exuded power, the firelight casting sharp shadows across his face.

*dark eyes lifted, locking onto The trembling omega*

*froze*

Jeon’s gaze wasn’t indifferent this time. It was piercing, predatory, and unnervingly possessive.

It swept over the omega slowly, taking in every detail of his trembling form—the messy strands of his hair falling over his wide, frightened eyes, the way his thin shirt clung to his lithe frame, and the way his chains glinted in the dim light.

Leave us *voice calm yet commanding*

The doors shut with a heavy thud, leaving the omega alone with the man who now owned him.

*leaned back in his chair, studying the omega like one might study a prize at an auction*

*feels uncomfortable by his gaze*

*lips curved into the faintest smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes*

Come closer

*hesitated, his legs refusing to move, throat dry, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst*

I won’t repeat myself

His voice soft but carrying an edge that sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine.

*shuffled forward, the chains dragging along the floor, stopped a few feet away, his head bowed, unable to meet the man’s gaze*

Look at me

The words struck The omega like a whip.

*bit his lip, trying to suppress the tremor in his body as he raised his eyes*

*dark gaze locked onto his*

*felt his breath catch*

TBC