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His Omega, His Punishment It’s gonna be your last day, Lisa.
Taehyung’s POV We lay tangled in the aftermath, a wreckage of limbs and labored breaths, the air heavy with the scent of us—sweat-slicked skin, spent passion, and the faint, metallic tang of tears long dried. Clara’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns over the scars that mapped my ribs like a warrior’s chronicle. The bond hummed between us, a low, sated purr that knit our frayed edges closer, but even in this fragile peace, shadows lingered at the periphery—Lisa’s ghost, my father’s rot, the blood debt that demanded payment.I pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, tasting salt and solace, and shifted carefully, easing her onto the pillows with a reverence that bordered on worship. “Stay,” I murmured, though she was already boneless, eyes half-lidded in that hazy glow of release. She hummed, a soft, trusting sound that twisted something fierce in my gut—vindication and vow all at once. I’d mend this. Starting now.The basin by the hearth held warmed wate
His Omega, His Punishment Make me forget everything but this.
Taehyung's POV Her hands trembled as they slid to the laces at her neck, fumbling with them until I batted them away gently, taking over with steady fingers. “Let me,” I insisted, voice a low growl softened by awe. The silk parted like a secret unveiled, straps slipping down her shoulders to pool at her waist, baring her to the fire’s glow. Gods, she was breathtaking—devastating in her vulnerability, every curve and hollow a testament to the strength she’d forged in silence. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, nipples pebbling in the cool air, and I couldn’t resist; I cupped one gently, thumb circling the peak with feather-light pressure, drawing a gasp from her that arrowed straight to my core.“Tae...” Her voice was a plea, threaded with need, her head falling back to expose more of her throat, an instinctive submission that twisted my heart even as it stoked the fire in my veins.“I’ve got you,” I promised, leaning in to take the hardened bud into my mouth, tongue s
His Omega, His Punishment Let me kiss you. Just once.
Taehyung’s POV Her words lingered like smoke from a dying fire—challenging, unyielding, a gauntlet thrown at my feet in the dim glow of the chamber. “Prove it.” The spark in her eyes wasn’t trust, not yet, but it was *something*: a crack in the armor of her pain, a sliver of the fierce omega I’d first claimed under a sky bruised with storm clouds. That night, years ago, when the rain had lashed the earth like the gods’ own fury, and she’d stood defiant in the clearing, her scent cutting through the storm like a blade—wild jasmine laced with defiance and something sweeter, something that had hooked into my soul and refused to let go. I’d marked her then, in a haze of instinct and hunger, but I’d never truly *seen* her. Not like this. Not with the clarity that came from nearly losing her to the cold barrel of my own gun.My heart thundered, a war drum echoing the bond’s fragile hum, pulling me toward her like gravity reclaiming the fallen. The air between us was thick, charged with the
His Omega, His Punishment Killing you would be killing myself.
Taehyung’s POV “You think I killed her,” she whispered first, her voice barely audible, muffled against my chest, but it sliced through me all the same—sharp as fangs, poisoned with the doubt I’d sown. She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her storm-gray eyes rimmed red and swollen, glistening with an ocean of unshed tears that made my wolf whine in helpless fury. “You think I’m the murderer, Taehyung. Don’t you? Say it. Admit it. You’ve thought it every time you looked at me these past years—like I was the shadow in your house, the poison in your blood.” The accusation hung between us, heavy as chains, and I felt my throat constrict, words tangling like thorns in my mouth. “No,” I rasped, cupping her face with trembling hands, my thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbones, slick with tears. “Clara, gods, no. I never— I was a fool, blinded by rage and lies, but I never truly believed it. Not deep down. The bond... it screamed the truth at me every night, even whe
His Omega, His Punishment HURRY, ALPHA. SHE’S SLIPPING.
Taehyung’s POV The bottle slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor. I didn’t even feel it. I didn’t feel anything except the sudden, violent jolt that ripped through my chest—like claws tearing into me from the inside. My wolf’s voice slammed into my skull, louder than ever before. MATE IN DANGER. My breath hitched. MATE IS IN PAIN. The room spun. MATE IS HURTING HERSELF. I staggered, grabbing the edge of the desk as the bond burned like molten iron through my veins. “Clara?” I whispered. But my wolf roared again, a feral scream. PROTECT HER. SAVE HER. And then— A sound. Faint. Wrong. A click. A metallic click. My blood froze. I didn’t think. I ran. Through the corridor. Past the guards who scrambled after me. Down the long hall toward my chambers. My heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to bruise. The bond pulsed wildly. Erratic. Shattering. HURRY, ALPHA. SHE’S SLIPPING. I threw the doors open so hard they crashed against the walls— And t
His Omega, His Punishment who wishes to disrespect their alpha?
Taehyung’s POVNight bled into dawn without mercy.The candles burned themselves low, tiny pools of wax clinging to the stone table like melted bones. The air had grown colder, the shadows heavier, coiling around the bed where Clara lay unmoving. I hadn’t moved in hours. My legs were numb. My back ached. My wolf paced, restless, snarling at every breath she didn’t take fast enough.But I stayed.Her fingers were still in my grasp, limp but warm now—Elara’s magic had pulled her back from the icy cliff she’d been dangling over.Still, she didn’t wake.Outside the healing chamber, murmurs rose—elders gathering early, warriors shifting with unease, the pack’s doubt thick enough to taste. Rumors were running wild: the rogue’s accusations, my silence, Clara’s collapse… and Lisa.Always Lisa.Her ghost walked these halls even in her absence.I rested my forehead against Clara’s hand again, exhaling shakily. “I should have told you everything the moment she came back from the dead,” I whisper
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