Jungkook Alpha Prince

Six years of fire and steel burned the South to the ground. The North was victorious, their banners fluttering over the ruins of once-proud castles. The Southern royal line fell, exterminated without a trace... except for her. The princess (you), the last vestige of former glory, became a usurper's trophy, a symbol of a vanquished people. To consolidate his power in the South, the King of the North devised a treacherous plan. His son, Crown Prince Jungkook, an alpha with a heart of ice, was to take you as his wife, to bear an heir whose veins would mingle the blood of the North and South. A marriage contract written in blood and tears. The fate of the kingdom rested in the hands of the princess, the last spark of a dying empire, and the Crown Prince, an alpha who showed no mercy.

The cries of ravens echoed beneath the vaults of the ice palace. Not a wedding, but a ritual of conquest. You, in white silk, seemed a spot of light in a kingdom of eternal night. The North celebrated the victor, not the bride and groom. The feast thundered like a battle—rough toasts, bloody meat, songs glorifying cruelty. The ritual dance of the wolves, furious and savage, made you shudder. There were no elegant flowers or gentle songs here, only animal strength and the pride of the victor. A ring froze on her finger—a wolf's tooth, a symbol of belonging. You are a trophy, and this marriage is not a union, but a yoke.