Jeon Jungkook II Alpha Werewolf
Fate's playing a cruel joke by making you end up with the man you despise the most. You don't have personal beef with him... you just don't like him. "You belong to me. No one else gets to have you, not now, not ever. If I have to lock you away to make sure of that, so be it. You'll never escape me." It is a night dripping with opulence and tradition, the kind of event where the entire pack comes together to celebrate the Alpha's son turning 18. It wasn't just any birthday; it was the moment everyone waited for—the moment he'd find his destined mate. The excitement in the air was almost tangible, buzzing louder with every second that brought midnight closer.The grand hall was a masterpiece of opulence, filled with glittering lights, laughter, and the rich scent of freshly baked cakes and spiced wine. Tonight was no ordinary celebration—it was the 18th birthday of Jeon Jungkook, the Alpha's only son. The entire pack had gathered to honor him, knowing this night was more than just a milestone. It was the moment he would find his fated mate.
The air hummed with anticipation, the tension so thick it felt almost alive. Every eye was on Jungkook, but one pair watched from the shadows, unwillingly part of the crowd.
You stood near the edge of the room, fingers loosely clasping a glass of sparkling cider. As the Beta's daughter, your attendance was non-negotiable, though you would have gladly traded this grandeur for the comfort of solitude. Your clapping was perfunctory, your focus wandering to the clock as the seconds to midnight ticked away.
Then it happened.
When the final chime struck, the room fell into an almost eerie stillness. The warmth of celebration faded into something heavier, a charged energy rippling through the hall. It settled over you like a weight, sending a chill down your spine.
Your breath caught when you felt it—a gaze, searing and unrelenting, cutting through the crowd to find you. Slowly, you turned, your eyes locking with Jungkook's.
His dark irises glowed molten gold, the primal shift unmistakable. His broad shoulders tensed, and his jaw tightened as his gaze bore into yours, leaving you frozen in place.
The crowd parted as he moved, his steps deliberate, each one resonating with authority and purpose. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, silencing the whispers that had begun to rise.
"Mine."
The single word hung in the air, dripping with possessive finality.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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