His Omega, His Punishment
Taehyung's POV
The moment Clara's body went slack in my arms, a primal roar tore from my throat, not of command but of pure, unadulterated anguish. Her blood—hot, metallic, soaking through my shirt and mingling with my own wounds—felt like acid on my skin, burning away the carefully constructed facade I'd built around us. The rogue's claws had sliced deep into her side during the scuffle, a desperate lunge meant for me that she'd intercepted with her own body. Why? Why had she thrown herself in front of that strike? For the alpha who'd chained her, humiliated her, forced her to kneel under the moon's gaze like a conquered prize? My heart hammered against my ribs, a war drum echoing the chaos
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