Jimin has always dreamed of being loved, not owned.
Given to the cold-hearted Pack Alpha Jaenok as his mate, he endures a loveless hell of empty touches, cold silk sheets, and nights where he slowly breaks apart in silence.
When Jaenok leaves for se...
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The silk sheets were cold beneath Jimin's bare thighs, though the bed itself was wide enough to drown in. He lay perfectly still, listening to the alpha's steady breathing beside him.
Jaenok was out like a light, satisfied after his knot went down. He hadn't so much as brushed a finger over Jimin's shoulder after rolling away, hadn't uttered a single word. He never did.
The scent of cum and sweat crawled onto the omega's skin, making his insides twist. He wanted to wash it off. But the alpha liked the sight of his dried seed painted on the omega's skin, so Jimin wasn't allowed to scrape it away. He lay there and endured it, the way he endured most things.
The moonlight crept through the high windows and pooled pale across the floor. Jimin counted the stone tiles on the ceiling. Thirty-seven. He knew without thinking, he'd counted them every night for the past two months with blurred vision and a aching heart. Nothing had gone the way he had wished. Not that there was much hope to begin with. But an omega could wish. And so he did.
He was the only child of two omega parents, born a pure-blood omega on a full moon night — the only birth under a full moon in the pack's entire history. When the pack alpha announced he would take Jimin as his mate, his parents had wept with relief. Their misery would end with the pack alpha's golden coins. Their son had caught the eye of the most powerful alpha in the pack. What more could they ask for?
But Jimin hadn't shared their joy. He had only been scared.
Jaenok was handsome, that much was undeniable. But never once had he looked at Jimin with anything other than hunger. The very first day he visited, he had pressed Jimin against his bedroom window and taken him from behind like an animal. Jimin had understood from that moment exactly what kind of mate he was going to be.
Two months had passed since he was brought to the pack house. Two months as pack omega, as Jaenok's mate. And still no mark. Not a single word left his lips that weren't a command. No warmth in his gaze or touch. Jaenok didn't need Jimin, all he needed was somewhere to put his knot. That was the whole of it.
With every passing day, Jimin died a little more. Was this his life now? All of it, already decided? Would he spend every night in this bed, counting these tiles, growing old in silk sheets that was never warm? Would he never know what it was to be loved by an alpha, to carry a child born out of love?
He had been drinking the birth control potion in secret since the first week. Jaenok didn't know. Jimin would not carry the child of a man who saw him as nothing more than a body to use.
Jimin curled into himself, pulling the silk covers over his bare skin, grimacing at the feeling of cum oozing out of his used hole. He closed his eyes and lay very still until the thoughts grew distant.
