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Her Seventeenth birthday!
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His Omega, His Punishment They're dying out there.
Taehyung's POVMonths had dissolved into a suffocating blur of enforced isolation, the mansion's towering stone walls transforming from a sanctuary into a gilded prison that echoed with unspoken fears and the restless pacing of my wolf. Hang—Dad to Clara now, a bond forged in revelations and quiet moments of familial warmth—had laid down the law that very first night after we'd uncovered her true heritage. I could still feel the intensity of his grip on my shoulder in the dimly lit study, his massive frame looming like a storm cloud as he slammed his fist on the ancient oak table, the impact vibrating through the room. "She doesn't leave the pack boundaries, Taehyung," he'd snarled, his voice a low thunder laced with raw, paternal terror, his eyes—usually steady and commanding—flashing with a vulnerability that gutted me. "Not one step, not one breath of outside air until we've neutralized the threats. The enemies... they're circling, hungry for any weakness. If they learn about her—m
His Omega, His Punishment Can you please call me Dad?
Taehyung's POVThe run back home was exhilarating, our paws pounding in sync, the fading light painting the forest in hues of amber and gold. Clara's wolf form darted ahead playfully, glancing back with those piercing emerald eyes that made my heart race every time. By the time we shifted back at the edge of the mansion, laughter bubbling between us, the scent of roasting meat wafted through the air, drawing us toward Hang's cabin like a beacon. Dad had mentioned earlier that we'd all gather for dinner—nothing formal, just family, he said. But after the revelations this morning, it felt like more: a quiet celebration, a sealing of bonds.We arrived flushed and grinning, Clara's hair tousled from the wind, bits of leaves still clinging to her braid. Hang was at the fire pit outside, tending to a spit where a whole venison haunch turned slowly, its skin crackling golden-brown. The air was thick with the aroma of herbs—thyme and sage, rubbed into the meat just the way Clara loved it. Her
His Omega, His Punishment Fine, you got me. Your favor?
Taehyung's POV "It destroyed everything," Hang whispered, wiping his face roughly. "Our happy family—gone in one night. I was out on a hunt; came back to... to bodies and blood. The pack rallied, drove James out, but he swore revenge. Vowed he'd come back for what was 'his.' That's why I hid Clara. Told the world she was my niece, an orphan I'd taken in. Made her call me 'Uncle' instead of 'Dad.' Do you know how that kills me, Taehyung? Every time she says it, it's like a knife twisting in my gut. She's my blood, my last piece of her mother, and I can't even claim her openly. Can't tell her the truth—that she's not alone, not orphaned. That I love her more than life itself. But if James finds out... if he learns she's alive and thriving... he'll come for her. He's twisted, sees her as the final loose end." I felt a surge of protectiveness rise in me, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. "I won't let that happen," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions.
His Omega, His Punishment I can't risk my daughter's life.
Taehyung's POV I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling the rough bark of the nearby tree under my fingertips as I tried to play it cool. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and fresh-split wood from Hang's chopping block. "Something like that. Sir... about Clara." Hang paused mid-swing, the axe hovering for a moment before he embedded it into the stump with a solid thunk. He straightened up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm, his broad shoulders rolling like a man who'd spent decades wrestling with the forest itself. His eyes, sharp and green just like Clara's, fixed on me with that knowing look older wolves get when they sense young blood stirring. "I need to talk to you, Taehyung. Man to man," he said, his voice gravelly from years of shouting orders in the pack's hunts. "Sure, Uncle," I replied softly, using the term out of respect, though he wasn't blood. But in our pack, family extended beyond veins—it was forged in loyalty
His Omega, His Punishment May I have this dance, birthday girl?
Taehyung's POV Time fractured. The world narrowed to just us—her emerald eyes widening in shock, a gasp escaping her lips as color flooded her face. My heart pounded like thunder, each beat echoing her name: Clara, Clara, Clara. I couldn't hold back anymore. My feet moved of their own accord, carrying me through the throng. Pack members parted, sensing the intensity, whispers rippling like waves: "Is that Taehyung? The alpha's son? He's back!" I stood before her, close enough to smell her scent—wildflowers and rain, intoxicating and familiar. Her breath hitched, tears still glistening on her lashes. Without thinking, my hand reached out, gently cupping her face, my thumb brushing away a stray tear that trailed down her cheek. Her skin was soft, warm, sending a jolt through me like lightning. "Tae," she whispered, her voice breaking on the syllable, laced with disbelief and a joy so pure it nearly undid me. "Happiest birthday, my love," I said softly, the words slipping out un
His Omega, His Punishment Her Seventeenth birthday!
Flashback: 5 Years AgoTaehyung's POVThe forest path wound like a vein through the ancient woods, each step crunching on fallen pine needles that released a sharp, resinous scent into the humid summer air. I'd been traveling for days, pushing my wolf to its limits under the guise of alpha training, but really, it was all for this—for her. Five years. Gods, it felt like an eternity carved out of my soul. The distant alphas my father had sent me to had hammered discipline into me, teaching me to wield power like a blade, to lead with iron resolve. But none of it compared to the pull I felt now, that invisible thread yanking me back to the pack grounds, back to Clara. She was turning 17 today, stepping into the full bloom of her wolf's power, and I? I was a man reborn, 22 and aching with the weight of unspoken promises.The bond hummed faintly in my chest, not yet fully ignited but teasing like a whisper on the wind. I'd felt it since we were kids, playing in the meadows—her laughter l
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