Chapter 1
In the beginning, there was the Moon.
She was not just a celestial body in the sky, but a goddess—soft and silver-eyed, the creator of wolves and the keeper of fate. She shaped them in threes: Alphas, born to lead and protect; Betas, born to balance and build; and Omegas, born with the Moon’s most sacred gifts—life, empathy, and the power to bond.
Wolves lived by her cycles.
By her warmth, they found mates.
By her silence, they suffered curses.
Mates were rare. Fated mates—soul-deep, irreversible—rarer still. A single scent, a single glance could bind two souls for life. And once bound, no wolf could resist the pull.
But not every mate bond was kind.
Some were twisted.
Some were cursed.
'The Blackthorn Curse' was the oldest, and the most feared.
No one remembered the exact sin—only the punishment. The Blackthorn Pack’s alpha line had been cursed for generations. Every alpha born of their blood either died before taking a mate or brought ruin to the one they bonded with. Love, in their line, was a death sentence.
The packs had learned to fear them.
To isolate them.
To whisper their names like warnings in the dark.
And yet, across the borderlands, far from the decaying soil of Blackthorn, there thrived a kingdom of light—'The Blue Moon Pack'. Strong, noble, deeply blessed. Their leader, Alpha Kim Taesun, was wise and firm. His people loved him. But what they worshiped most was not him—it was his son.
The only omega born to the royal line in over a century. Revered. Sheltered. Beautiful in ways that made people stare too long. He was everything an omega was meant to be—graceful, gentle, intuitive.
And deeply, utterly alone.
Even now, as the moon hung full in the sky and the palace bustled with preparations, Taehyung sat quietly at the window of his chambers, fingers curled around a cup of cooling tea. His long lashes lowered as he listened to the servants whisper.
Servant 1
They say the cursed alpha is coming.
servant 2
Why would the king give him our prince?
Servant 1
They must be desperate. Or scared.
Taehyung wasn’t scared. Not exactly.
He was furious.
No one had asked him. No one had even looked him in the eye when the announcement was made. The marriage—no, the sacrifice—was arranged in secret between the high council and his father. All to “seal peace” and “unite the old bloodlines” and maybe, just maybe, break the curse that plagued Blackthorn. If the moon willed it.
Taehyung set down the cup. His fingers trembled just once. He stared at his own reflection in the glass—porcelain skin, full lips, eyes that held too many storms.
Kim Taehyung (Omega)
So I am the offering,
Kim Taehyung (Omega)
The moon’s answer to a dying pack.
Outside, the moon shone down like a lover watching quietly. She did not deny it.
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