

I Suppose You're Mine
Kim Seokjin had five beautiful mates, the world to conquer, and the bank account to fund his war campaign. Everything should be perfect. Except that wasn’t quite true. “Mr. Kim! Mr. Kim! Are you planning on accepting Kim Jungkook as your heir!” a reporter shouted obnoxiously at the Omegas. ... because there was still the issue of that.The flash of cameras exploded like gunfire as Kim Seokjin stepped out of the obsidian limousine, his five mates flanking him in perfect formation. The air reeked of synthetic lavender—media counter-scent agents trying to mask the raw tension of Alpha aggression and Omega anxiety.
Before he could reach the podium, a reporter lunged forward. “Mr. Kim! Mr. Kim! Are you planning on accepting Kim Jungkook as your heir!”
Silence crashed over the crowd. Even the drones hovering above stilled. Seokjin’s jaw tightened. Jungkook stood at the edge of the red carpet, unnoticed by most—just another attendant in a silver-gray uniform. But Seokjin saw him. Saw the way his breath caught, the way his fingers trembled at his sides.
This was the moment. Deny him, and the rumors would die—for now. Claim him, and every predator in the city would have a new target. Or… offer a third answer—one no one expected.




