Chapter 2
The Blackthorn lands were silent.
Not the peaceful kind of silence, but the hollow, eerie kind that pressed against your skin like cold mist. No birds sang here. No wolves howled beneath the stars. Even the trees stood crooked, as if leaning away from something they feared.
At the heart of this quiet ruin stood a castle of black stone. No torches lit the halls. No warmth touched the walls. Only one chamber burned with life—a chamber buried deep, where no sound could escape.
There, Jeon Jungkook sat alone.
He wore no crown. No armor. Just dark robes, loose around his broad shoulders, and a bandage wound tight over one palm—still stained red from last night’s ritual. The scent of ash and iron lingered in the air.
A letter lay open on the table before him.
'By the authority of the Moon Council and with the consent of both bloodlines, the sacred union between Alpha Jeon Jungkook of Blackthorn and Omega Kim Taehyung of Blue Moon shall commence under the next full moon...'
He didn’t read it again. He didn’t need to.
The name was burned into his mind
An omega. A royal one.
A sacrifice in silken skin.
Jungkook rose from his seat, the wooden floor creaking beneath his weight. His body was a thing carved by years of training—shoulders sharp, muscles tight with restraint. But his face... his face was unreadable.
They were dark. Sharp. Made of something older than rage. Something colder than grief.
He walked toward the large mirror in the corner of the room. The surface was cracked—shattered in three places from a night long ago. He touched it now, fingers trailing over the line that split his reflection in half.
Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)
So they send me a lamb,
He murmured, voice like stone dragged through dust.
Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)
Pretty. Fragile. Royal.
Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)
They think he’ll change the curse?
He laughed—once, low and bitter.
He had seen what love did to his bloodline.
His father, once a proud alpha, had tried to claim a mate. She died screaming within days.
His older brother, Jisoo, had chosen an omega in secret. Both had vanished under the blood moon—nothing left but bones and torn silk.
So no, Jungkook did not believe in fate.
He believed in survival.
He believed in silence.
And above all, he believed in not wanting what he could never keep.
He stared at the letter again. At the swirling ink of Taehyung's name.
The letters felt too soft for a place like this.
He turned from the mirror, teeth clenched.
Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)
I won’t love him,
Jeon Jungkook (Alpha)
But I’ll keep him alive.
The wind howled outside the cracked windows.
It sounded almost like a warning.
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