𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 ❞ 𝐂𝐑

Park Jimin was known for his intimidating presence. A dominant alpha lupus, always serious, with a cold gaze and impeccable posture. After the death of his first omega wife, a victim of cancer, he became even more distant from the world.
For months, he lived trapped inside his own mansion, grieving the loss of the woman he believed he had loved. Until he discovered, too late, that she had been cheating on him for years.

That destroyed any remaining trust he had.
He stopped touching, stopped looking, stopped feeling.
Then came the second marriage.
When his family announced a new arranged marriage, Jimin simply listened in silence. He didn't argue, he didn't complain. He just accepted it like someone signing a business contract.

Mandatory.
No choice.
And that's how Jeon Jungkook entered her life.
An omega too rare to go unnoticed, with extremely pale skin, white hair, and sky-blue eyes, beautiful in an almost unreal way.
Jimin hated him immediately.
I didn't speak to him.
He didn't touch it.
He acted as if Jungkook didn't even exist in the house.
The two lived like strangers.
But Jungkook never complained.
I never asked for attention.
He never questioned the alpha's disdain.
He simply remained silent.
And that bothered Jimin more than it should have.

Because his first wife said she loved him while secretly lying.

Jungkook, on the other hand, endured his cold without demanding anything in return.

One night, during a severe storm, the power to the mansion went out completely.

Jimin was in the office when he heard the sound of breaking glass downstairs.

He went downstairs angrily.

He found Jungkook kneeling on the dark kitchen floor, picking up the shards of a broken glass with his bare hands. Blood trickled between his pale fingers.
"Leave it!" Jimin ordered coldly.
Jungkook simply nodded without looking at him.