Taehyung wasn't aware there were other werewolves besides him. That is, until he's taken away from his familiar but horrible life and gets pushed into the arms of an unfamiliar alpha.
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This is honestly the worst chapter I've ever written.
"Taehyung?"
I have my eyes shut tightly, my grip on Jungkook's body the same.
"Taehyung, please get up", Jimin's voice asks. I feel a small tug at my shirt but I shake my head furiously.
"No", I croak out.
"Tae, you have to let go", he sighs, "He's gone now".
"No he isn't", I snap at him, eyes narrowing, "He's just sleeping. He'll wake up soon".
"No, he won't Tae", Jimin crouches down to face me, "Killing Luhan and almost his entire pack came with a price".
"He's sleeping Jimin!", I yell, frustrated about his false remarks, grabbing him by the collar.
"He's dead Taehyung".
Tears spring alive in my eyes.
"No", I mumble, looking at Jungkook's peaceful but white face, "I-I-"
Jimin looks at me with a sad expression and pulls me into a hug, "It's okay to be in denial".
I fight him off me, diving back into Jungkook's arms.
"W-why are you being so calm about this? He was your best friend!", I snap.
"I- I don't know", he admits, "But there's someone you have to meet".
"I don't want to see anyone", I answer, "Except Jungkook".
"This is... important", he trails off, "You might change your mind about things".
I eye him warily, pondering about it for a bit until the coldness Jungkook is radiating finally sinks in. Pecking Jungkook's frozen lips one last time, I get up and dust myself off.
"Who wants to meet me?", I wipe my tears away quickly and cross my arms.
"Um", Jimin scratches his neck awkwardly and turns to the trees, "You can come out now!"
I avert my gaze to the trees in front of us and blood boils inside of me when I see his face.
"Hoseok", I growl when he steps closer. I rush forward, grabbing him by the shirt and throwing a punch at his face. He could've easily dodged it I realize, but instead he makes the decision to let it hit him. His cheek gets a bit bruised, but my fist probably hurts as much as I hurt him. He's a beta, I'm an omega. Facing the reality: I'm weak.
"You bastard!", I stomp his chest multiple times and he doesn't stop me, "You fucking piece of trash! This is all your fault!"
My fists aren't causing him much damage and I get hopeless after a few stomps, my body giving out so I lean my head against his chest.
