Chapter 37

Taehyung POV.

"It's madness right?" My voice drops a level softer, the wetness returning to my tear ducts.

"Absolute madness..."

"There's only one way to see if he was telling the truth," Yoongi mutters more to himself, although we lift our heads to listen intently. Yoongi blinks.

"What?" Jungkook asks.

"Testing it, of course."

"That's enough, Yoongi," Jimin holds down his mate, his loyalties conflicting his mind, "Nobody needs to get hurt any more than they already are."

Yoongi pushes against Jimin's hands, "One more drop of blood spilled won't change anything."

The two continue to bark at each other, completely forgetting Jungkook and I are still present in the conversation. My gaze flickers to my hands, glossing over the veins that branch down my forearm and into my palm, my fingers tightening into a tight fist allowing the veins to surface just a little more.

Beside me, there lay several shards of glass, broken from the shattered windows that some wolves attempted to throw rocks through. Curiously, I slip the pointed fragment of glass into my right hand, a slow exhale leaving my lips as I press the lethal edge into my finger.

Jungkook's eyes are on me, "Taehyung!" he panics.

Jimin and Yoongi quiet down, intently watching the drop of blood from my finger fall into the blistered skin on Yoongi's leg. Slowly, I gulp down my fears watching the blood mix with his.

"Do you feel anything?" Jimin asks breathlessly.

"There's a weird tingling sensation."

"Really!?"

"No, of course not!"

Yoongi and Jimin continue on with their barking and bickering, so easily distracted from the situation. A weak chuckle resonates in my chest while I lean back nearly relieved.

Jungkook covers the side of his mouth, whispering to me, "I can't tell if they are mad at each other or just really horny."

"Beats me," The two of them are practically pressed up against each other, Jimin about ready to climb on top of his mate, only stopping himself because of Yoongi's wounded state.

For once I am able to smile at the two reunited mates, finally able to find each other in this mess. I am glad they have each other when there is so little to hold on to.

My thumb brushes over the cut on my finger out of habit but I freeze in realization. There is no trace of a cut or unevenness in my skin. Completely intact as if there is no cut in the first place.

"Holy shit...Y/n! When have you been?!" Jungkook stands to his feet. My head snaps to behind me, frightfully watching my mate walk in our direction.

Her emotions are so plainly masked like she is trying to keep herself from falling apart into million pieces, her clothes soaked by the rain and her eyes puffy and strained.

Jungkook tries to grab her attention, but all she can do is ignore her own Beta, her steps heavy and her feet covered in blood.

"Y/n?!" Jungkook pulls her by the arm and in an instant, she forcefully shoves his hand away.

Her eyes are mournfully red.

She opens her mouth for a second, hesitating her words. Turning her head away, she closes her mouth, thinking hard for herself.

"That's her! That fucking Alpha is with the royals! What is she doing here!"

The four of us can't help but growl at the voices taunting my mate. The wolves resting in the hospital simmer in their pained anger and grief. Pushing myself to my feet, I find myself eye to eye with a wolf shouting insults past us.

"My faith..." A hush falls over the crowded space while Y/n speaks, "My faith rests in the Blood Pack wolves. I do not associate with the royals nor the wolves who incited the massacre nor the wolf who released wolfsbane into the streets."

Her eyes finally rest on mine. She speaks as if she is addressing only me.

"I promise to avenge those who have fallen today. That is my final duty to this pack."

The wolves fizzle away, somewhat satisfied with the response they received from the Shadow Pack Alpha, although few continue to grumble and bark in the corners.

Her dominating mask was as easy to put on as a garment of clothing, displaying such entrancing commandment and leadership. But, as soon as the wolves disperse that mask is taken off and she returns to the same sullen expression.

She brushes past us, my heart clenching as if a knot was squeezing it tightly. Jungkook makes no effort to stop her from walking away. Even Yoongi watches her head to the back of the hospital but does not say a word.

They can't just let her be! Not when she is in that state. Not when we have all seen death in front of our very eyes. Not when we have lost so many.

Gulping down my anxiety, I turn and weave through the many wounded and hurt bodies on the hospital floor. She sways in her steps as if her own strength is not enough to keep her upright or simply her thoughts are so muddled like a drunkard.

My voice nearly is caught in my throat as I block her path, her eyes mulling over my imprudence, "Wait!"

What was I going to say?

Wait? Wait for what?

The hesitation on my tongue lasts slightly too long before she pushes past me, heading towards the back doors of the hospital. I watch her eyes painfully examine each and every wounded wolf, freezing at the occasional dead man.

"Wait!"

I shake my head in desperation, begging her to listen to me. The words lingering in the back of my mind are dragged out by my wolf.

"Wait for me.."

She pauses once again, sifting through thoughts of uncertainty and apathy. Finally, she faces me, allowing me to catch up to her side. Not a word is said between us as I walk beside her towards the back entrance of the hospital, although the heart beating in my throat is loud enough to fill the silence.

We step out the back doors and stand below an overhang that catches all the rain allowing the droplets to trickle down the roof and onto the grass.

Her back slides down the stone walls until she is seated on the bare stone ground. Softly, I fold my legs in the space next to her, watching her gaze at the late-night rain.

After a moment she breaks the silence, "Are you okay?"

I hold my tongue, angered that she would ask me that when she looks like she is about to fall apart any moment, "I'm fine."

Her voice seemed rough and dry like some of the wolves suffering in the hospital from breathing in the wolfsbane. "Your voice...Did you breathe it in?"

She thinks quietly to herself, lowering her head between her legs, "It was...only for a minute."

My eyes dart up with fear unlike I have ever felt before, "Someone needs to treat you! We need to get one of the nurses. There has to be one available. A minute is way too long—" I begin to get up from the ground.

"Don't," She commands, and reluctantly, I sit back down with concern still bubbling under my skin.

She sighs a little, examining the dried blood still on her arms and hands, "It would be unfair to the Omega who died in my arms if I left without a scratch."

My eyes fall on the faded scars visible on her skin, "You bear too many wounds for it to ever be unfair," our bodies pressed close to each other. 

The heat is almost unbearable from the way she looks at me.

Y/n POV.

I glance at the wolf beside me, noticing the way he gazes into my eyes. The words barely roll off his tongue, yet they intrigue me more than any other wolf's sympathy. He barely knows me, he barely knows the life I am fighting for every day, yet he speaks like he can see my fragmented soul.

A naive wolf who possesses fear and compassion towards those he deems more deserving than himself, constantly lowering himself beneath the rocks, earth, and stone while nature takes his hand, surrounding him with indescribable beauty that even the fawn pauses to admire, as if he was crafted with gold and silver and somehow disregarded to slumps of society's cold hard gaze.

His pupils fall and then lift up, struggling to keep eye contact. I lean forward, his eyes becoming rounder by the second and his skin flushing a shade of red.

"How do you know how much pain I bear?" I ask.

My eyes rest on the eagerness of his lips, slightly parting to accommodate for a softer breath. He nearly melts beside me and his back slides just a few inches down the wall, continuing to stare up at me.

The heat under my skin burns for passion in the scene of acute madness. Something so warm, welcoming, and eager sits beside me, craving maybe just as much sanity as I am. He does not back away, no, he leans a little forward and I doubt he even realizes it himself.

"I know," He mumbles softly as if his thoughts cannot match the words leaving his mouth.

Like a brush of a feather, my lips press against his, the warmth filling my chest with relief. He hums faintly like he cannot decide between pulling away and asking for more. My lips move feverishly against his hesitant mouth, the haze attempting to settle over our minds.

I pull away for a shallow breath and he almost instinctively whimpers from the loss. My wolf gives in to his silent pleas reconnecting my lips to his. My hands trace up his crossed legs, and I shift from sitting beside him to climbing over his frame. He shudders under the coldness of my fingers, dampness from the sweet rain drizzling into the weeds.

"Can...I scent you?" The thought prods to the surface of my mind, my cautions set aside while I drown in the fervent kisses.

"Please..yes..," he gasps, settling further underneath me, his hands fearfully gripping my clothes, praying that this isn't just a cruelty of the imagination.

A weak noise leaves his throat while I drag my lips up and down his neck, his chest heaving against mine, unable to chain the feelings of desire and hope.

Not realizing I could lose myself even more, hunger burns into my skull the moment he bares his neck to me, revealing soft untouched skin set ablaze with delicious heat.

I relish in the pleasing soft noises that leave his lips as I nuzzle into his neck, the only thoughts remaining in my head are ones that beg me to indulge in the wolf fated to me.

The vibrations in his throat are addicting to feel beneath my skin, "Y/n.." he whispers soundlessly. I pull away only to crash my lips back down his, cupping my hands around his beautifully flushed face.

Provoking a dominating growl that resonates in my chest, his hips suddenly and desperately roll beneath mine. He jolts with a whine as I pull his lip between my teeth possessively, his body submitting so sweetly to the sensual touches like a fresh hyacinth plucked in the forgotten meadows.

I shift back with burning thoughts in my head, his lips feverishly chasing after mine, but I hold him still.

The words are almost caught on my tongue as I admire the poisonous beauty of his face, filled with just as much madness as I have.

My voice feels whole from our wolves reconnecting, "God, you're so beautiful."

His lips curl inward, trying to hide the boyish smile on his face. I resist the need to steal another kiss from him right there, the temptation to drown in this feeling remains stronger than ever.

"I'll come back to you." The smile on his face fades, realizing the implication behind my words, "When all of this pain is over..."

I dip forward, soothingly rubbing my nose on the other untouched side of his neck. He flutters his eyes close, feeling delighted in the sensation.

"When I stop all this madness...we will start over...and I will make you mine." He hums as I place a soft kiss against his shoulder.

"I will take you back to my home and show you everything beautiful about this world."

As I lift my head up, my eyes smile upon seeing his unwavering blue eyes. He dives forward, pulling me close and burying his face into my neck. He holds me with fear that I'll flutter away.

"Come back to me...please." His heart clutches. I run my hand through the wisps of his hair.

"I will."

His delicate heart lies with Nature and her children for all to admire and gaze upon. His feet sink into the soft and fine grass, seeking comfort in the warmth of his skin. The flowers graze upon the sweetness of his legs and the butterflies perch on the gentle pads of his fingertips. His lips taste of apricots and cherries, and his cheekbones catch the glowing ray of the afternoon sun through the forest canopy. His lashes resemble the delicate fluttering of the hummingbird, and his eyes hold the everlasting innocence of the fawn. Not to forget the softness of his hair, finer than the undercoat of a bunny. He is adored, loved, and cherished by all. His kindness is even sweeter than his beauty, reaching out to touch the hearts of many. Even as the rain fights to drown his soul, Nature holds him close and firm, allowing for the warm spring air to reach his lungs.  Even when the poisonous vine reaches to wrap around his throat, the wind lifts him away and guides him back to the ground and soil. Beauty exists within Omega—and he is the beholder of truth.

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