All Chapters of His Omega, His Punishment : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Taehyung's POVThe first light of dawn crept through the cabin windows like a thief, casting long, pale shadows across the wooden floors scarred from years of pack life. I hadn't slept—not a wink that mattered. My body had lain still, wrapped protectively around Clara's smaller form beneath the heavy wool quilts, but my mind had been a storm, replaying the horror in endless loops. Hang's body, limp and blood-soaked, dragged back by the scouts under the cover of night. The metallic tang of poison clinging to his wounds like a curse—something foul, synthetic, not from any natural hunt. Clara's desperate magic flaring in the healer's hut, her hands glowing with that ethereal golden light as she poured everything into him, only for it to flicker out, leaving her drained and broken. And Dad... gods, Dad. Still unconscious in the healer's care, his alpha strength battling the same poison that had felled Hang, but clinging to life by a thread. The pack howled their grief into the stars last

Taehyung's POVTrust is a luxury I buried with the weak. In this world of fangs and shadows, where alliances shatter like brittle bones and loyalties turn to dust under the weight of ambition, I'd learned that lesson the hard way. But tonight, as I stood on the upper terrace of the mansion, the night wrapping the estate in an eerie silence that clawed at my instincts, I realized just how deep that burial had gone. The air smelled wrong—too still, too calm, like the hush before a storm unleashes its fury. No wind rustled the ancient oaks that guarded our borders; no distant howls pierced the darkness. It was as if the world itself held its breath, waiting for the next betrayal to unfold.Below me, by the pool's edge, Clara sat with her knees drawn tight to her chest, her silhouette etched in the silvery glow of the moon. She stared at the water's glassy surface, lost in whatever tempest raged within her. The moonlight painted her in ethereal shades—fragile, open, vulnerable. My mate, m

Taehyung’s POV The sun was a liar.It slid through the tall arched windows like liquid gold, painting everything soft and warm, as if the house hadn’t spent the night soaked in betrayal and chlorine and Clara’s blue lips.I sat on the edge of the bed exactly where I’d positioned myself an hour ago. Shirt half-buttoned, hair deliberately disheveled, the sheets twisted just enough to look like I’d thrashed through nightmares instead of memorizing every possible outcome of the next thirty minutes.I looked broken.I smelled like sleeplessness and bourbon I hadn’t actually drunk.Perfect.The guards outside my door believed I’d locked myself in after “feeling unwell.” I’d even let one of them hear me retch into the bathroom sink at 4 a.m. (water and a little creative sound effect). Word spreads fast in a worried pack.And worried packs gossip to pretty new girls who bake lemon bars and pretend they don’t know how to kill.Soft knock.Three taps. Hesitant. Exactly her rhythm.I waited fou

Taehyung’s POVThe vial burned against my thigh like a second heartbeat—small, glass, lethal in its promise. I took the long way to the guest wing, letting the corridors swallow me, letting the rage settle into something cold and usable. Every guard I passed dipped their head, eyes averted; they could smell the storm on me. Good. Let them smell it. Let the whole damn mansion know the alpha was done playing gentle.Clara’s door opened without a sound. The room was dimmer now, curtains half-drawn against the afternoon glare, and the air carried that faint, sweet trace of her—rain on pine needles, the scent that lived under my skin. She hadn’t moved. Still curled on her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, the other stretched toward the empty half of the bed like she’d been reaching for me in her sleep. The bruise on her collarbone—finger-shaped, ugly—had faded to a sickly yellow. My doing nothing had let that mark happen. Never again.I knelt, careful, the way you approach a wounded

Clara’s POV"Damian... I—"The words lodged in my throat like jagged shards of obsidian, cutting deeper with every attempt to force them out. My entire body trembled, not just from the sprint across the gardens, but from the seismic fracture ripping through my soul. The mate bond—once a warm, unbreakable tether between Taehyung and me—now felt like a chain of thorns, twisting and tearing with every beat of my shattered heart. I looked up at Damian through the haze of hot, unrelenting tears, his strong features blurring into a mosaic of concern and barely restrained fury. Everything inside me just... cracked open, spilling out in a torrent I couldn't dam."They were fucking, Damian." My voice shattered on the words, raw and ugly, echoing across the twilight-shrouded lawns like a death knell. I clutched at his arms for support, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as if he were the only anchor in a storm-tossed sea. "Or about to. Gods, I walked in on them—his quarters, the door