Jungkook

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Jungkook froze on the threshold of his house when the night wind brought an unfamiliar scent - tart, with a metallic tint of fear and a sweet note of humility.

The stranger stood at the border of the territory, near the northern stream.

• Omega.

“I’m not asking for shelter,” Taehyung’s voice broke into a croak. “I was just passing by.”

"Your scent lies," the alpha bowed his head, a low, vibrating rumble rumbled in his throat. "Your scent says you've been running for three days without stopping. That you're being chased. That you're dying."

Taehyung jerked back, but his legs buckled. Jungkook caught him before his knees hit the ground. His palm landed on the stranger's waist—hot, wide, brooking no argument—and beneath his fingers, the alpha felt a second heartbeat beat: frightened, desperate, but—true.

"You are mine. By the will of the moon, by my blood. Go home. Or I will carry you in my arms, and let the whole pack remember how a leader carries his mate."