Chapter one
The sun rose gently over the mountains that guarded the Euphoria Pack, golden light spilling across the valleys and painting the rooftops of the packhouse in warmth. The air smelled of spring—fresh earth, pine, and faint traces of cherry blossoms drifting from the nearby grove.
Inside the packhouse, the Alpha leader of Euphoria, Kim Namjoon, stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy as he tried to arrange trays of food. His brows were furrowed in deep concentration.
KIM NAMJOON
Jinnie~□He called □
KIM NAMJOON
Are you sure this much is enough? What if half the pack shows up hungry? You know Vincent eats like three wolves on his own.
From the dining room, Kim Seokjin—his husband, his mate, and the most cherished Omega in all of Euphoria—looked up from where he was arranging flowers in a large crystal vase. His silver-blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he adjusted the petals.
KIM SEOKJIN
Namjoon, love, if you add one more tray of meat, we’ll have leftovers until their next birthday.□ He chuckled softly.□
KIM SEOKJIN
And don’t pretend you’re not just worried because Vincent challenged Taehyung again and promised the winner an extra roast duck.
Namjoon sighed, half exasperated, half amused,
Upstairs, the source of Namjoon’s concern was very much alive.
In the shared bedroom, Kim Vincent—charcoal hair tousled, brown eyes glinting mischievously—was leaning over his twin’s bed, shaking his shoulder
KIM VINCENT
Yah, Taehyung, wake up!□he said dramatically□
KIM VINCENT
The sun is out, the birds are singing, and your boring stoic face is still drooling on the pillow. What kind of Enigma sleeps this much
From beneath the covers, Kim Taehyung stirred slowly. His long lashes fluttered open, revealing calm olive-green eyes, sleepy but still carrying that unreadable depth. He gave Vincent a flat look, not even bothering to move.
KIM TAEHYUNG
…Go away.□His voice was quiet, husky from sleep□
Vincent gasped in mock offense.
KIM VINCENT
Go away? That’s all you have to say to your dearest younger brother who brings excitement and sunshine into your dull, introverted life
Taehyung sighed, pulling the blanket over his head.
Vincent pouted dramatically, then smirked. Without warning, he threw himself on top of his brother’s bed, earning a muffled groan of annoyance.
KIM TAEHYUNG
Yah! □Taehyung grumbled, shoving at his twin’s shoulder.□
KIM TAEHYUNG
Get off me, you oversized pup
KIM VINCENT
Not until you admit I’m the prettier twin
Taehyung finally shoved him hard enough that Vincent tumbled onto the floor with a loud thud. For a moment, the room was silent. Then Taehyung peeked from under his blanket, expression unreadable, before his lips twitched—just barely.
KIM TAEHYUNG
You’re loud □ he muttered, standing and heading toward the bathroom□
Vincent sat up, clutching his chest dramatically.
KIM VINCENT
Loud? That’s all? No sympathy for my broken back? My shattered pride
From inside the bathroom came Taehyung’s quiet reply :
KIM TAEHYUNG
I’ll call the healer.
Seokjin smiled knowingly when Vincent stomped into the kitchen a few minutes later, hair messy, expression sulky.
KIM VINCENT
Mother, □ Vincent whined □
KIM VINCENT
Taehyung tried to kill me again
Seokjin handed him a plate of pancakes.
KIM SEOKJIN
Eat, darling. You’ll live.
Namjoon shook his head, trying to hide his laughter. Then he glanced at the stairs, where Taehyung finally appeared—calm, composed, face unreadable, as though he hadn’t just shoved his brother off the bed.
The Alpha leader felt a pang of pride in his chest. His sons—so different, yet bound by a bond stronger than steel. Tomorrow they would turn seventeen, stepping into the next stage of their lives. With it would come power, responsibility, and the awakening of fated bonds.
Namjoon’s eyes softened as he watched them bicker at the table, Vincent stealing bites of Taehyung’s food while Taehyung swatted his hand away silently.
The pack adored them, the world respected them, but for now… they were just his boys.
And he prayed to the Moon Goddess that tomorrow, when destiny called, they would be ready.
Author
keep countinue Iris🪼
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