INICIAR SESIÓNTaehyung’s POV Clara stirred in my arms with a soft, broken sound. A whimper. Barely there, like the rustle of leaves in a dying breeze—but it carved through me like a blade, sharp and unyielding, slicing open the raw wound of what I'd done to her. My body went rigid, every muscle coiling in instinctive protection, my wolf pacing restlessly in the cage of my chest, urging me to soothe, to claim, to shield. I froze, breath held in my lungs, afraid even the whisper of air might frighten her further... afraid of losing that tiny thread of connection, the one that meant she was coming back to me from the abyss I'd helped push her toward. Her fingers twitched against my chest, curling weakly into the fabric of my shirt—damp from her earlier tears, clinging to my skin like a second layer of guilt. The motion was feeble, as if her body were testing the waters of wakefulness, unsure if it was safe to surface. I could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my palm where it rested on her
Taehyung’s POV The moment the pack began to disperse—still buzzing, still whispering Clara’s name like a prayer they didn’t deserve to say—I turned on my heel. My wolf was already pacing inside me, claws scraping, breath ragged. Mate. Go to mate. Now. I didn’t stop Kai when he tried to speak. I didn’t look back when James started screaming again. I didn’t acknowledge Lisa’s broken sobs. None of them mattered. Only she did. Only Clara. I strode through the corridors of the mansion, boots hitting the stone so hard the sound echoed like distant thunder. The halls were quiet, washed in pale morning light, but every servant who saw me stepped aside immediately—heads bowed, throats bared. They could feel the storm rolling off me. The fear. The fury. The love I refused to name. I reached our chambers and paused at the door only for a second—only long enough to breathe. Because I needed to be steady when I walked in. For her. For my Luna. I pushed the door open quietly.
Taehyung’s POV Dawn carved itself over the packlands like a blade—cold, sharp, merciless. Mist clung low to the ground as if the earth itself was holding its breath. Hundreds of wolves stood gathered in the central grounds, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder. Betas in their dark leathers, omegas wrapped in shawls against the morning chill, elders leaning on carved staffs. All of them had come because their Alpha ordered it. And because whispers had already filled the night like wildfire. Lisa arrested—alive. James taken in chains. Something terrible has been uncovered. I stood on the raised stone platform at the center, the Alpha’s cloak heavy on my shoulders. Kai stood at my right, expression carved from granite. Two enforcers waited on my left with iron-silver chains that rattled every time the wind shifted. Only Clara was missing. Still unconscious in our chambers. Still sleeping under the spell I gave her. I forced the thought away. She’d wake safe. She’d wake to trut
Taehyung’s POV Next day, Lisa still dangled from the chains bolted to the ceiling, her wrists raw and bleeding where the iron bit into her skin. She'd been stripped down to a tattered shift, the fabric clinging to her oil-slicked body like a second skin, translucent and mocking her former poise. Her once-perfect curls hung in limp, greasy strands, framing a face smeared with running mascara and the fresh bloom of bruises from the rough handling of my betas. She twisted futilely, her bare feet slipping in the oily puddle beneath her, toes curling against the cold stone as if seeking purchase in a world that had already slipped away.Her eyes—those calculating, emerald eyes that had once ensnared half the pack with their false innocence—were wide now, pupils blown with terror. The gag I'd ordered stuffed into her mouth muffled her whimpers into pathetic, wet gurgles, but I could still hear the desperation in them, the raw plea for mercy she didn't deserve. Oil dripped from her hair, sp
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
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







