ROYAL SAVIOR •.•*•JIKOOK•*•.• (Currently being edited)

•.•*•CHAPTER TWO•*•.•

The tough Alpha King's heart breaks at the sight of the Omega lying on his stomach, naked, covered in fresh and fading bruises and marks spread across his back.

Slowly crouching down beside the boy, he notices that the omega is unconscious. Gently turning him around by his cold shoulders, Jeong-guk gasps, awestruck by the Omega's beauty. The fuzzy blond locks, softly resting on his forehead, are slightly covering the closed eyes.

The Alpha carefully places his mate's upper body on his lap and wraps his arms around the pretty boy, trying to cover the exposed private parts. Just for a few seconds Jeong-guk admires the blond hair and bruised, pink and plump lips, before examining the damage done on his Omega's body.

He saw a big scratch that follows along the neck of the Omega, starting from the ear and ending below the collarbone.

Jeong-guk gently cups the smaller male's cheek with one hand; examining the bruised jaw that appears to be swollen and red. The Omega is covered in bruises, scratches, burns and other wounds from head to toe; some new, some older and a few almost healed. The back, the chest, the arms and legs, even his somewhat tiny hands; all are injured in one way or another and it looks like long term abuse rather than just tonight's attack.

The King Alpha's anger is immeasurable, but what makes him completely livid is the big burn on the centre of the Omega's chest.

It is the crest of Busan Kingdom.

The Omega is so small and thin. His bones protruding through the skin, collarbones clearly sticking out and visible and his ribs are countable as if the boy was a biology class's teaching skeleton.

Jeong-guk is filled to the brim with different kinds of emotions; not able to decide on one. He is happy, that he found his mate; sad that they have such a terrible first meeting - meaning he met his mate, but his mate still has not met him due to being unconscious - and angry that someone has the audacity to continuously abuse his mate.

Looking at the boy, he wonders what his eyes must look like. By staring intently at the boy's face Jeong-guk notices a red hand print on the bruised face, that seems to be fresh. Fresh as in, caused by the rogues.

"Yoongi, Taehyung?" The Alpha calls out loudly, still looking at his mate, making everybody stop in their actions.

The wolves look at their King, while the rogues are lying on the ground on death's doorstep and in human form; the injuries preventing them from keeping their wolf form.

"I don't know whose hand print this is, but chop them all off. They won't need them anymore." Jeong-guk growls, stroking the small Omega's hair out of his face.

The only thing they hear are the screams of utter pain and horror of those rogue wolves having their hands chewed off by Jeong-guk's wolves. They are wolves; they don't have weapons on them other than their teeth and claws and their own strong, mighty bodies.

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When the young Omega opens his eyes a whimper escapes his pink and plump yet bruised lips; scared like every morning. Welcoming the pain and the bruises is how his "good morning" goes.

His sees bright white and soft yellow and orange colours; beaming light invades the room he is in. It is a beautiful view, but it also confuses the young male, as to why everything looks so beautiful and why he feels so comfortable, lying in this position. Whatever he is lying on, is super soft and it feels like a mattress that shapes according to your body and position; the Omega does not want to wake up, so he closes his eyes again and relaxes.

With a shiver running down his spine and a gasp leaving his mouth, the blond sits up abruptly; staring at the soft satin sheet and warm blankets and furs covering his body; he starts to feel nervous. 

His heart starts to race and his breathing quickens.

Where is he?

Did he really sleep in the King Alpha's bedroom? He is going to die today.

Taking a closer look at his surroundings the omega noticed, that he in fact is not in the King's bedroom. He has been in that room before, when the King had ordered him to clean it. This is a different room; larger and also very neat.

By now the Omega is on the verge of freaking out. He is in a stranger's room - on top of that as naked as the day he was born - under thick blankets and animal furs. Looking around the room he sees wooden chairs and tables, with papers and other stuff on them.

The young male thinks, it is better if he leaves this room as soon as possible, before someone kills him for sleeping in their bed.

Trying to get out of bed, he whimpers in pain, when he moves his left leg. Removing the blanket, he sees his leg is wrapped in a clean, white cloth bandage and some green medicinal paste has been applied to his injury. The paste stings here and there but it is actually bearable.

His heart is pounding so hard, that it is actually visible and he flinches when he hears the door of the room open with a clicking noise. The young Omega is ready to die by the hands of whoever might enter this room.

In his past the blond has suffered a lot, so he has no problem with dying. He has been waiting for this day to come. Shaking like a leave in the wind and fear creeping up inside him, he anxiously looks at the slowly opening door; gripping onto the blankets for dear life.

His eyes are blurred over with tears and he is slowly being consumed by his fear. He is actually not ready to die at all, but awaits to be yelled at and beaten up, by the owner of the room. That is all he has known in his life.

Despite all expectations, the young blond was in for a surprise. Instead of being met with a disgusted face, a raised voice yelling at him, punches thrown his way or something of that sort, his eyes meet an alpha's. A very handsome, yet unfamiliar alpha, who smiles at him warmly.

"Hello, little one."

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Edited by: angyoffical