All Chapters of His Omega, His Punishment : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Taehyung's POVThe healing chamber was a suffocating cage, its walls pressing in with the weight of my secrets and the sharp tang of medicinal herbs that clung to the air. Clara lay still, her chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths, trapped in the deep coma Elara had warned me about after her outburst—those raw, anguished howls that had torn through the manor, exposing cracks in the lies I'd built. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow like a shadow, her skin pale as frost, and her emerald eyes—gods, I would’ve given anything for them to open, to burn me with the fire of her accusations or even the cold disdain she'd wielded like armor. But this stillness, this silence, was worse than any blade. The bond between us flickered, a fragile pulse of her life force, but muted, as if she were lost in a realm I couldn’t reach. My wolf paced in my mind, a restless shadow of guilt and rage, his growls a constant rebuke. *You did this,* he snarled, fangs bared at my choices. *You caged her sp

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

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.

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

Taehyung’s POV Two Days LaterThe world didn’t end with an explosion.It ended with a quiet sound—a flatline.A single, long, merciless tone that sliced through the clinic halls like a blade and hollowed out the air in my lungs.I’d been pacing the sterile corridor for hours, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry wasps, mocking the exhaustion etched into every line of my body. Two days. Two agonizing days since the ambush that had left Hang clinging to life by the thinnest of threads. Clara hadn’t left his side, her hands glowing with that ethereal golden light of her healing magic, pouring every ounce of her energy into him. I’d watched her grow paler, her cheeks hollowing out, her eyes sinking into shadows, but she refused to stop. “He’s my dad, Tae,” she’d whispered last night, her voice cracking as she slumped against me in the chair beside his bed. “I just got him back. I can’t lose him now.”And I’d held her then, my arms wrapped around her fragile frame, whisperi