As Taehyung descended the stairs, his arms wrapped protectively around the almost unconscious y/n, a chill swept through the air, tinged with the scent of impending confrontation. Jiwon and his men stood like ominous sentinels at the foot of the staircase, their presence a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked within the shadows.
Jiwon's voice cut through the silence, dripping with malice and disdain. "Well, well, well," he taunted, his words laced with mockery. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence. Did you really think you could brag in here alone and save the day, Taehyung? How foolish."
Taehyung's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing into darkened orbs ablaze with righteous fury. The venom in Jiwon's words fueled the fire within him, igniting a tempest of rage that threatened to consume everything in its path.
Every muscle in Taehyung's body tensed with pent-up aggression, his fists trembling with the desire to mete out justice. His gaze bore into Jiwon, a silent vow of retribution burning in his eyes, a promise that justice would be served for every moment of y/n's suffering.
With a voice like thunder, Taehyung issued his warning, each word dripping with a deadly resolve. "You have no idea what you've unleashed," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "For every touch, every bruise inflicted upon her, I will make you pay. I will not rest until you answer for your crimes against her."
The air crackled with tension as Taehyung's declaration hung heavy in the air, a harbinger of the storm that loomed on the horizon. In that moment, he was a force to be reckoned with, a guardian poised to unleash his wrath upon any who dared to threaten his beloved y/n.
With utmost care, Taehyung lowered y/n to the floor, his heart breaking at her fragile state. He swiftly removed his jacket, gently draping it over her trembling form, a feeble attempt to shield her from the harshness of their reality.
Tears streamed down y/n's cheeks as she struggled to stay conscious, her eyes filled with fear and exhaustion.
Desperately clinging to his gaze, y/n trembled in Taehyung's embrace, seeking solace amidst the turmoil. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried reassurance and tenderness. "It's okay. Don't worry," he murmured, his touch a gentle caress against her tear-streaked face.
But Jiwon's cruel taunts shattered the fragile calm, his words dripping with disdain and malice. Taehyung's jaw clenched with barely contained fury as Jiwon's mockery sliced through the air like a dagger.
"Aww, look at the lovebirds. Pathetic," Jiwon sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "She's nothing but a slut, begging for my touch. I almost feel sorry for you, Taehyung. Watching her writhe beneath me, moaning..."
Before Jiwon could finish his vile boast, Taehyung erupted like a volcano, his rage consuming him. With lightning speed, he pinned Jiwon to the ground, each punch a thunderous symphony of retribution against the despicable tormentor.
In the heat of his fury, Taehyung's growls echoed through the room, each punch fueled by a primal instinct to protect his beloved. His voice, laced with rage, reverberated off the walls as he unleashed his wrath upon Jiwon.
"You touched my wife! My woman!" Taehyung's voice thundered, each word punctuated by the force of his blows. "I'll make you see hell for what you've done!"
Jiwon's men surged forward, desperate to pull Taehyung away from their leader, their futile attempts to intervene met with fierce resistance. Taehyung seemed impervious to their strikes, his focus unwavering as he relentlessly pursued justice for y/n, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.
Taehyung's voice boomed with ferocity, his eyes ablaze with a righteous fury as he unleashed a torrent of threats upon Jiwon.
"I'll rip your hands off and shove them in your mouth, how dare you touch my y/n!" he roared, each word dripping with venom. The intensity of his rage filled the room, drowning out any semblance of fear or doubt.
His resolve unshakeable, Taehyung stood as a formidable force, his determination to protect y/n unwavering despite the odds stacked against him. In that moment, nothing could quell the fire burning within him as he vowed to mete out justice for the atrocities committed against his beloved.
As Taehyung's fury reached its peak, a sudden blow from behind sent him crashing to the ground, the metallic clang of an iron rod reverberating through the room.
Jiwon, his voice laden with malice, sneered, "You're nothing but a weakling, Taehyung." He delivered a brutal kick to Taehyung's prone form before turning his attention to the trembling figure of y/n.
Struggling to rise, Taehyung felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, dispelling the numbness that had threatened to consume him.
With determination etched across his features, he attempted to retaliate, but the menacing glint of a gun aimed at y/n brought him to an abrupt halt.
His chest heaving with restrained rage, Taehyung clenched his fists, his eyes locked in a silent battle with Jiwon and his cohorts. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, fraught with tension and the imminent threat of violence.
Taehyung's heart burned with rage as he watched Jiwon's despicable treatment of y/n. Tears of fury welled up in his eyes, a testament to the intensity of his emotions. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, longing to unleash his wrath upon Jiwon.
Crouching down to y/n's level, Jiwon's vile words pierced the air like daggers. "Tell your husband how much you begged for me, huh? Tell him how much you loved my touch!" he sneered, his grip on her hair cruel and unforgiving.
Y/n, her voice choked with tears, whispered, "I... I didn't," her gaze pleading with Taehyung for understanding. He felt his heart shatter at her pain, wishing he could shield her from the cruelty of the world. But the looming threat of the gun held him back, a silent reminder of the peril they faced.
"I know, love," Taehyung reassured her, his voice trembling with emotion. Before he could offer further solace, Jiwon's callous act of pushing y/n to the ground rendered her unconscious, a final act of brutality that fueled Taehyung's resolve to end the torment once and for all.
Taehyung's voice echoed with defiance as he cried out, "I swear to God, I'll make you regret everything you've done to my y/n!"
Jiwon, his contemptuous smirk unwavering, pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Taehyung's chest, taunting, "Oh, really?"
Before Taehyung could retort, the sharp blow of a fist collided with his face, sending him stumbling backward, his vision momentarily blurred by the force of the impact.
In a surge of rage, Taehyung's voice thundered through the room, "Don't you dare!"
His words cut through the chaos as a man approached y/n, intent on inflicting further harm.
Suddenly, the sharp staccato of gunshots pierced the air, shattering the tension like glass. One by one, Jiwon and his men collapsed to the ground, crimson staining the floor beneath them.
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Taehyung dashed to y/n's side, sweeping her fragile form into his arms. Amidst the tumult, the scene descended into chaos, with people pummeling Jiwon's men in a cacophony of violence and retribution.
As Taehyung cradled y/n close, his mind spun with confusion and fear. The tumult around him only added to his bewilderment.
More men flooded into the hall, their faces contorted with determination as they laid into Jiwon's men with fierce blows.
Caught in the whirlwind of chaos, Taehyung clutched y/n tighter, seeking solace and protection in her fragile form. The din of the confrontation echoed in his ears, a cacophony of shouts and thuds that reverberated through the air.
Amidst the frenzy, Taehyung's heart raced with uncertainty, his thoughts consumed by the uncertainty of the unfolding events and the safety of y/n in his arms.
As Taehyung held y/n close, his senses heightened by the chaos around him, he noticed a few men advancing toward them. Instinctively, he prepared to flee with y/n cradled in his arms, desperate to shield her from any harm.
However, before they could make their escape, a gunshot shattered the air, and one of the approaching men fell to the ground, thwarted in his advance.
Taehyung's eyes widened in astonishment as he observed the men engaged in beating Jiwon's minions. Something about them felt different, their demeanor and energy carrying an otherworldly aura that set them apart from ordinary humans.
Despite the intensity of the situation, Taehyung couldn't help but feel a sense of unease mingled with awe at the mysterious presence of these enigmatic figures.
Amidst the chaos, a figure approached, exuding an aura of authority and strength. Taehyung observed the man, who appeared timeless and regal, as he inquired, "Are you okay, son?" Taehyung nodded silently, his focus on y/n's unconscious form in his arms.
The man extended a reassuring hand, offering aid. "Come with us, son. She needs help, and you can't reach safety alone in this forest," he urged. Taehyung hesitated, weighed down by the gravity of the situation.
Another voice chimed in ( Beta Theo ) , offering assurance from behind. "Sir, you can trust us. Don't worry, we will keep you both safe," the voice promised.
Taehyung understood the urgency of y/n's condition. It had taken him ten arduous hours to reach this point, and y/n needed urgent medical attention. With a determined resolve, he nodded in agreement, placing his trust in the hands of these unexpected allies.
As they assisted Taehyung and y/n into the car, the man quickly made a call, instructing someone to open the back gates of the castle and summon the doctor immediately.
Taking the phone, the king's voice resonated with authority, "Clear the way. No one should catch sight of my granddaughter." Taehyung's heart skipped a beat at the mention of "granddaughter." Fear and uncertainty gripped him as he held his unconscious and bruised wife in his arms, unsure of the people around him and the sudden familial connection mentioned by the king.
As they halted outside the castle doors, Taehyung's pulse raced with anxiety, both for y/n's condition and the unfamiliar surroundings of the majestic, yet aged castle.
Guided into a spacious, antiquated room by the king, Taehyung gently laid y/n on the bed, where two doctors awaited their arrival. With a solemn assurance, the king directed Taehyung to remain with y/n while they waited outside.
With a stern gaze, the king warned the doctors, "Exercise caution." The doctors, visibly apprehensive, nodded in compliance, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
As the doctors began their examination of y/n, Taehyung recounted the harrowing events to them, his voice trembling with emotion. "We had an accident 4 days back, and someone took her."
Taehyung watched with a mixture of anguish and determination as the doctors carefully removed y/n's clothes to assess her injuries. The sight of her wounds brought tears to his eyes, and he struggled to hold back his emotions as the female doctors requested his assistance in bandaging her.
Clutching y/n tightly in his arms, Taehyung remained by her side, silently weeping as the doctors tended to her. His hands shook uncontrollably, his heart heavy with the pain he felt for his beloved. Every injection administered and every IV attached felt like a stab to his own soul.
After the doctors left the room, the lead physician briefed the alpha. "Alpha, she's weak and injured, but for any internal injuries, she needs to be taken to the hospital. But she's fine, just to be sure, she needs to go to the hospital maybe tomorrow."
The alpha nodded in solemn agreement, then gently knocked on the door. Taehyung, visibly startled, turned to face them, tears streaming down his face as he met their gaze.
Seating himself beside Taehyung, the alpha offered reassurance, "Don't worry, son. She's going to be okay."
Taehyung, his voice trembling with emotion, asked, "Who are you, sir?"
In a calm yet authoritative tone, the alpha introduced himself, "I am Min Kyung-soo, the alpha of this pack and y/n's grandfather."
Taehyung's eyes widened in astonishment as the alpha continued with a hint of sadness in his voice, "We thought Maximus killed our grandchild too, but we discovered a year ago that y/n was our granddaughter.
We kept our distance because you both are humans, and we didn't want Maximus or any other wolf to know about our heir."
Taehyung, his curiosity piqued, questioned, "Who's Maximus?"
With a heavy heart, the alpha explained, "Maximus is my younger son who killed y/n's parents. I don't want him to know. We'll take you both home tomorrow. We can't take any risks."
Placing a comforting hand on Taehyung's shoulder, the alpha expressed his gratitude, "We are very happy that our y/n has you."
Taehyung, touched by his words, clasped the man's hand in his own and conveyed his heartfelt thanks, "Thank you, sir, for saving us."
The alpha smiled warmly and encouraged, "Son, you can call me grandfather. Now rest, and I'll ensure you have everything you need."
Taehyung returned the smile and nodded, "Okay, grandfather."
The alpha departed, and soon a guard arrived with spare clothes and fruits for Taehyung. However, he found himself too overwhelmed with emotions to eat. Sitting beside y/n, tears streamed down his face as he observed the wounds covering her body. The sight of the chains around her neck haunted him, as if he could feel their constriction around his own throat.
Jiwon's vulgar words echoed in his mind, causing a wave of guilt to wash over him. He lamented that y/n had to endure such torment. Tenderly, he kissed her bandaged forehead and gently held her hand, whispering, "I'm sorry, y/n. I'm so sorry. I was late. I'm sorry you had to endure that alone."
Kissing her hand once more, Taehyung's gaze wandered around the room, taking in its beauty. His attention was drawn to a picture on the wall, depicting y/n's father in his youth.
Instantly recognizing him, Taehyung realized that this must have been his room. The space was adorned with miniature versions of ancient bikes and cars, a testament to y/n's father's interests. Among the decor, there was a photo capturing y/n's parents at their university graduation, a glimpse into their past.
Taehyung was astounded to learn that y/n's father was a man of such prominence, belonging to the royal family of the pack. The revelation added layers of complexity to their story, deepening Taehyung's understanding of y/n's heritage.
Taehyung's heart pounded with anxiety as he sat by y/n's side, his fingers intertwined with hers, longing for the reassurance of her touch. The room felt stifling, suffused with the weight of uncertainty that pressed down on his chest like a leaden blanket.
Five agonizing hours had passed since y/n fell unconscious, and each minute felt like an eternity in the darkness of uncertainty. Taehyung's stomach churned with dread, his nerves stretched to their breaking point as he battled against the relentless tide of fear.
He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, couldn't fathom a world without her light.
The mere idea sent waves of nausea crashing over him, leaving him trembling and breathless.
With every passing second, Taehyung's desperation grew, his mind tortured by the haunting silence that surrounded y/n's still form. He held onto her hand as if it were a lifeline, willing her to return to him, to break the silence with the sound of her voice.
As exhaustion threatened to pull him under, Taehyung fought against the pull of sleep, his senses heightened by the palpable tension in the air. Then, in the quiet of the room, he felt it—a subtle shift, a gentle movement that shattered the stillness like a bolt of lightning.
His eyes flew open, wide with hope and trepidation, as he watched for any sign of life from y/n's unmoving figure.
He watched as y/n's eyes struggled to open, her vision blurred with tears and exhaustion. Yet, even in her weakened state, she could feel the warmth of his hand on her forehead, a comforting presence in the midst of chaos.
Tears streamed down her face as she gazed at him, her heart overflowing with relief and love. The sight of his tear-streaked face mirrored her own emotions, a silent testament to the depth of their connection.
With trembling hands, she reached out to him, her fingers outstretched in a silent plea for comfort. Despite her injuries, her need for his embrace was undeniable, a primal instinct driving her towards him.
Taehyung's arms enveloped her, drawing her close with a tenderness that spoke volumes. He held her tightly, supporting her fragile frame as she surrendered to the flood of emotions crashing over her.
In that moment, words were unnecessary. Their tears spoke volumes, carrying the weight of their shared pain and fear. Taehyung's voice quivered as he whispered apologies, his own anguish mirrored in her tear-stained face.
With gentle care, he lifted her onto his lap, mindful of her injuries and the pain she must be enduring. She nestled against him, seeking solace in the safety of his embrace, her tears mingling with his own.
"I was so scared," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability.
"I know, I know, love," Taehyung murmured, his hand stroking her back in soothing circles, a silent promise of his unwavering presence and love.
Taehyung's tender kisses rained down upon her forehead, each one a gentle reassurance of his love and devotion. As her gaze met his tear-filled eyes, she felt a surge of emotion wash over her, a mixture of gratitude and overwhelming love.
With trembling hands, she reached out, her touch delicate against his cheek as she wiped away his tears. In that moment, their roles reversed, each seeking solace in the other's embrace, finding strength in their shared vulnerability.
Y/n's tears continued to flow, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions, but Taehyung remained a steadfast anchor, his arms a sanctuary amidst the storm. With each gentle touch and soothing word, he offered her the comfort she so desperately needed.
As her thirst became apparent, Taehyung wasted no time, fetching a glass of water with tender care. Supporting her weakened frame, he lifted the glass to her lips, his touch gentle and reassuring as he fed her, each sip a small gesture of his unwavering love and devotion.
Taehyung, noticing her exhaustion, tenderly kissed her cheeks, his gesture a silent reassurance of his presence. Just as he was about to guide her back to the bed and fetch something for her to eat, her tears began to flow once more, her head shaking in refusal.
The comforting scent of her mate enveloped her, offering a fleeting sense of security amidst the turmoil within.
Her omega, fragile and sensitive, trembled in fear, unable to find solace in the aftermath of the trauma she endured, shattered by the recent ordeal, trembled with fear, its delicate nature exposed by the trauma. Unable to manifest, her omega remained dormant, unable to provide the solace she desperately needed.
Unable to shift, her omega remained dormant, the unfamiliar surroundings failing to evoke a sense of home.
Love, I'm here," Taehyung's voice, soft and reassuring, sought to calm her trembling form. "I'll fetch something for you to eat."
Y/n's head shook, a silent plea for him to stay by her side.
Taehyung's gentle voice broke through her turmoil, his words a beacon of comfort in the darkness of her fear.
Taehyung's words, filled with love and reassurance, sought to calm her trembling form.
As he gently brushed his lips against her forehead, a foreign alpha scent invaded her senses, sending shivers down her spine. Clinging to Taehyung, her body trembled with fear, her distress palpable.Taehyung's words, filled with love and reassurance, attempted to quell her rising panic. "You don't have to be scared, love. This is the safest place."Gazing into his eyes, she sought solace amidst the uncertainty, her heart racing with each passing moment.
As he spoke, she glanced around the room, her heart pounding with uncertainty, her eyes searching for a glimmer of safety amidst the shadows.
As Y/n's gaze swept across the room, she spotted her dada's collection of antique bikes and cars miniatures, identical to the ones they still had back at home. Her heart raced with recognition, and she instinctively clutched Taehyung's hand, her emotions swirling.
Sensing her realization, Taehyung softly affirmed, "It's your dada's room."
Trembling, Y/n questioned, "Where are we, Tae?"
Gently wiping away her tears, Taehyung replied, "We're at your grandparent's house."
The revelation struck Y/n with disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend. As she glanced around again, her eyes fell once more on the picture. Turning to Taehyung, she heard him explain, "Your grandfather saved us and brought us here."
Overwhelmed, she leaned in, her head spinning with the weight of the revelation. "How? I never knew," she stammered, seeking clarity amid the chaos.
Wrapped in Taehyung's comforting embrace, she listened as he unraveled the truth. "They didn't know about you either, love. They found out a year ago but chose to keep their distance, shielding you from the wolves, ensuring your safety in the human world," he explained, his words a soothing balm to her troubled soul.
Tears flowed freely as she processed the revelations, her heart heavy with emotion. A sudden knock at the door jolted Y/n, breaking the fragile peace of the moment. Reluctantly, Taehyung gently guided her onto the bed, her grip unwilling to release him. "I'll open the door," he reassured, his presence a beacon of comfort in the uncertainty that surrounded them.
As Taehyung opened the door, Y/n's grandmother, the Luna, entered with a tray of food. Y/n immediately recognized the lady; she was the same woman whom she had bumped into at the boba shop. With a gentle gesture, Taehyung accepted the tray from her.
The Luna approached Y/n, tears brimming in her eyes. Y/n, overwhelmed with emotion, found herself crying too as she embraced the unexpected reunion with her grandmother.
Giving the tray to Taehyung, Y/n's grandmother approached her with a tender smile, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. As she sat beside Y/n, she gently wrapped her arms around her granddaughter, feeling the weight of years of longing and anticipation in that embrace.
The moment was deeply emotional as Y/n's grandmother held her close, her words carrying the weight of a lifetime of waiting. "I can finally say that you are my granddaughter," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Y/n, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions, could only cry in response, understanding the significance of finally being accepted into her own family.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Y/n hugged her grandmother tightly, feeling a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. Her grandmother's kiss on her forehead felt like a seal of acceptance, a confirmation of her place in their family.
Her grandmother's touch was gentle as she cupped Y/n's cheeks, her voice filled with laughter and tears. "This place has been dead ever since your father left, but now, with you here, it feels so alive again," she said, her words resonating with love and longing.
Giggling through tears, her grandmother continued, "I can't believe it, my son's living memory. You're so beautiful, my dear. Just like your mother." Y/n, overcome with emotion, could only mumble "Grandma" as her grandmother broke down, holding her close in a tender embrace.
As they held each other, Taehyung stood nearby, his eyes filled with both relief and gratitude. Witnessing the emotional reunion between Y/n and her grandmother, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of warmth and belonging in this newfound family bond.
Seeing Y/n finally embraced by her grandmother brought a sense of peace to Taehyung's heart, knowing that she was finally surrounded by love and acceptance after enduring so much pain and uncertainty.
Y/n's grandmother, wiping away her tears, looked at Taehyung with a grateful smile. "Thank you for taking care of my granddaughter," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You are truly a blessing to her."
Taehyung nodded, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I will always protect her with everything I have," he promised, his voice unwavering with determination.
Y/n, feeling overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding her, squeezed her grandmother's hand tightly. "Thank you for finding me," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Her grandmother smiled, her eyes reflecting years of longing finally fulfilled. "You were always meant to be here, my dear," she said softly, her words carrying the weight of unconditional love and acceptance.
In that moment, as they sat together in the embrace of family, Y/n felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she had finally found her place in the world, surrounded by those who cherished and loved her for who she truly was.
As the sudden influx of alpha scent permeated the room, Y/n's senses went on high alert, the familiarity of it invoking a mix of fear and longing. She shuddered as her gaze fixed on the door, anticipating the figure about to enter. Tears brimmed in her eyes at the sight of her grandfather, his resemblance to her beloved dada striking a chord deep within her.
With each step he took toward her, her heart swelled with a whirlwind of emotions. Her grandfather approached her, his touch tender as he affectionately patted her head, his words choked with emotion as he acknowledged her presence to his Luna, who nodded in tearful agreement.
Y/n's omega stirred within her, reacting instinctively to the alpha presence. Though her instincts warned of danger, her human heart ached for the family connection she had longed for. Despite the conflicting emotions, she found solace as her grandfather sat beside her, his comforting presence a beacon of hope amidst the turmoil.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Y/n allowed herself to be enveloped in her grandfather's embrace, her longing for familial ties overpowering the innate fear of alphas. As he clasped her hand in his, she felt a glimmer of belonging, a sense of home she had yearned for all her life.
As her grandfather held her hand, a wave of reassurance washed over Y/n, dispelling the lingering doubts and fears. She looked into his eyes, seeing a reflection of her own emotions mirrored in his gaze. In that moment, amidst the turmoil of conflicting instincts and desires, she found a sense of belonging she had never known.
"Grandpa," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, the word carrying the weight of a lifetime of longing and unanswered questions.
Her grandfather's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he returned her gaze, his voice trembling with emotion. "My dear granddaughter," he murmured, his words heavy with love and regret.
With each gentle squeeze of her hand, he conveyed a promise of protection and acceptance, a vow to stand by her side through every trial and triumph.
Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude as she nestled closer to her grandfather, his comforting presence enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and security. Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, she knew that she was no longer alone, that she had found a family that would weather the storms alongside her.
As tears of relief and joy mingled with her own, Y/n embraced the newfound sense of belonging, embracing the love and acceptance that surrounded her. In the embrace of her grandfather, she found solace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of life's uncertainties. And in that moment, she knew that no matter what the future held, she would face it with courage, knowing that she was not alone.
As Taehyung witnessed the tender reunion between Y/n and her grandparents, tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting the depth of his emotions. He understood the significance of this moment, the culmination of Y/n's longing for family, and the fulfillment of a bond that had been missing from her life.
Seeing Y/n enveloped in her grandfather's embrace, Taehyung felt a surge of gratitude for the love and acceptance that surrounded her. Despite the trials they had faced, despite the darkness that had threatened to consume them, they had emerged stronger, bound together by a shared journey of resilience and hope.
As Y/n cried tears of joy, Taehyung's heart swelled with pride, knowing that he had been a part of this moment, a witness to the beauty of love's enduring power. In the embrace of her grandfather, Y/n found not only acceptance but also the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead.
With each passing moment, Taehyung's love for Y/n deepened, rooted in the shared experiences that had shaped their journey together. And as he stood by her side, his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the family they had found in each other.
To be continued 👀💚