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Summary: In Smeraldo Valley, CA, where humans and werewolves coexist, alliances are made between packs to protect those who wish to keep the peace between themselves and the humans, and those who wish to destroy it. Sadly, little human Akira Batiste just happened to be caught in the middle as her pack family has arranged for her to become part of one of the most powerful packs in the country— The Kim-Bangtan Pack. Strange things take place when everyone soon realizes that rebel packs have begun forming their own communities, making sure to terrorize humans and werewolves alike. How will Akira and Bangtan make it through?
Warnings: strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, kink exploration; 21+ readings is advised, do not read if you are under 21+, I am not responsible for what you choose to read.
Summary: In Smeraldo Valley, CA, where humans and werewolves coexist, alliances are made between packs to protect those who wish to keep the peace between themselves and the humans, and those who wish to destroy it. Sadly, little human Akira Batiste just happened to be caught in the middle as her pack family has arranged for her to become part of one of the most powerful packs in the country— The Kim-Bangtan Pack. Strange things take place when everyone soon realizes that rebel packs have begun forming their own communities, making sure to terrorize humans and werewolves alike. How will Akira and Bangtan make it through?
Warnings: strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, kink exploration; 21+ readings is advised, do not read if you are under 21+, I am not responsible for what you choose to read.
Summary: As the Bangtan pack grows closer to Akira, they soon learn that their human Omega grows frustrated (sexually) with each passing day she spends with them. Tensions escalate. Boundaries are tested. Can Akira handle what Bangtan throws her way? Also, a surprise throws Akira into a deep tailspin.
Warnings: strong language (cursing), slight sexual tension, mentions of oral, mentions of fingering; reverse harem, polyamory relationship (parallel polyandry); lycan lore, strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21.
WC: 9.9K
*author’s note at the end.
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“She’s been sitting outside for hours, shouldn’t we do something?”
Standing near the patio doors, the three maknaes watched as Akira sat on one of the benches in their enormous backyard. Jungkook could faintly see her holding something in her hand just as her shoulders slowly slumped down. They each watched as she wiped her face, a sign that she was crying. Taehyung moved to open the door, but Jimin stopped him, “Don’t.” He shook his head, telling the young Alpha not to bother her.
“But she’s crying, hyung! We can’t let her just sit there crying!” Taehyung pleaded.
“If we crowd her every time she’s upset, we’ll overwhelm her.” Jimin reasoned. They turned back to the door, watching as her body shook, releasing pent up tears that had been held for years, “Let her come to us. When she’s ready, we’ll be there. Come on, leave her be.” Jungkook pouted but obeyed, following a sulking Taehyung and a resolute Jimin back to their meeting room. Days after her grandmother visited, Akira had barely left her room. Feeling as though she’s been relegated to staying inside the house, Akira needed space. She needed air and moved her sulking to the backyard, hoping the fresh air might clear her head. She appreciated that the guys gave her space to deal with things on her own when she needed it, and lately, her thoughts jumbled around so much, too many voices would’ve overwhelmed her. She needed time.
The time spent alone gave her time to think about things. Akira decided that if she truly wanted to heal, if she really wanted to move forward with her pack, she had to be honest. With them and with herself, she had to be honest about her feelings and what got her to that point. The following day, Akira made the attempt to end her suffering, “Thank you for being here. This hasn’t been easy for me to do, but I made a decision and I’m ready to talk about it.”
One by one, the Bangtan pack stared at each other, confused as to why Akira called them to the dining room. Did they do something wrong? Was she unhappy? Was she leaving them? The fear slowly started to seep before she spoke again, “A few months ago Namjoon told me he loves me.” The silence grew louder as all eyes pointed to a calmly masked Namjoon who was slightly panicking on the inside, “That all of you love me…” Akira sighed softly, eyes remaining on the charm bracelet they gave her. She picked at their insignia, bottom lip wrung between her teeth as she tried to get her words out, “…I wanna tell you how much that means to me. How much having someone love you means to a person like me…even if I don’t know if I could ever say it back.”
“What are you trying to say, beautiful?” Yoongi urged gently.
“I’m saying I don’t know how to love someone.” Akira closed her eyes tightly, sighing as she reached into her pocket to pull out a folded up picture. Even though she threw away the frame, she still held onto the picture, reaching into the trash to retrieve it once she realized she couldn’t let it go. Akira carefully sat down and slowly slid the picture to the closest person seated near her, which was Yoongi. “I wasn’t raised to experience that. I wasn’t taught that. To love someone back, to give them your heart…I don’t know how to do that, and I don’t know when or if I can ever do that.” Akira could barely look them in the eyes. Afraid that they’d be disappointed in her, or worse.
“Is this you when you were a baby?” Taehyung asked as the picture finally reached him, sitting near the head of the table next to Namjoon. As the picture made itself around the table, Akira nodded,
“Me and my sisters, yeah…” Hoseok could tell something was off as he observed Akira’s fidgety demeanor. Just what did Akira and her grandmother talk about that made her this scared?
“Does this have to do with the decision you just mentioned?” He asked, holding up the picture. Akira nodded solemnly,
“I’ve decided to fully move on and I feel like the only way I can do that is if I tell you everything. I realize you guys only know part of my life, but not all of it. You hardly know me, just as I hardly know you. I don’t want that, so I’m gonna tell you everything.”
“Princess, are you sure?” Hoseok questioned softly, “If this is too much for you, you can always choose not to say anything, and we’ll respect that decision.”
“I have to.” Akira reasoned, “I’m not gonna be able to fully trust our relationship if I don’t. I know they’re the reason I have trust issues, I know they are the reason I hold back sometimes. Why I can’t ever bring myself to tell you I love you when I don’t understand it or ever felt it. I’m not letting them take up any more of my life.” Quietly, Yoongi reached out from her right, grabbing hold of her hand and squeezing reassuringly. Akira smiled weakly, glancing up for a moment to see his gentle gaze on her. She then took a deep breath, “The abuse started when I was young…”
Akira told them everything. From the time before she didn’t present and after. The beatings, the forced servitude, the sibling taunting, and the lack of rescue that never came. Even how bad her father got, to the point where she attempted to end her life—The confession alone made their skin crawl with painful unease. The only people who genuinely cared for her were her grandmother and her mother, though Akira still struggled with believing the latter. Though she couldn’t see it, their faces ranged from shock and horror to sadness and anger. Jungkook gripped the table to keep from turning, his irises flickering from dark brown to blood red. Jin, usually the most reserved of the group, kept shouting curse words throughout the mind-link, completely taking the pack aback by his strong use of language. Taehyung tried to keep a straight face, but every so often, his brows would furrow and his lips would tremble, face crumbling to shed tears. Jimin, stoic as ever, even managed to turn red as his eyes watered and he’d casually wiped tears away.
Namjoon clenched his jaw so tight he thought he was going to crack a molar. Yoongi held onto Akira’s hand tightly, the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth right now and Hoseok? Hoseok was so lost in his own thoughts, that his face was the definition of pure rage. So calm, so collected, yet inside, fire burned. He hid his mouth behind his hand, chin resting in his palm as he listened to Akira speak of her trauma. At one point, the memories got so intense, Akira paused for a moment, wiping her tears away as she tried to get through it. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore, “Enough, Akira…please, beautiful.” He begged her, face slowly reddening as his eyeline watered.
Akira whimpered, nodding in agreement. She knew she couldn’t continue, body shaking in her seat as the silence was suddenly noticeable. They sat in silence, but only for a moment. Yoongi stood, slowly pulling Akira’s chair away from the table. He bent down slowly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders before kissing her gently on the top of her head. Akira broke down in tears, hands firmly grasping onto Yoongi’s shoulder. They just sat there and let her cry. Yoongi felt a tear escape his eye, and then another, tightening his hug around her. His lips remained the same, gently pressing deeper onto her head.
The men slowly started wiping their faces; sniffles and coughs echoed in the space. Akira turned her body, burying her face in Yoongi’s chest. He let her cry into his shirt, not caring if it got wet. Jin quietly removed himself from the table, along with Jungkook. Namjoon understood they needed some time alone, to process everything they just heard, if he needed a moment to fully comprehend it. How did Akira manage to survive years of abuse, he wondered? How could a family hurt one of their own?
— — —
“Look at her, hyung. I don’t think she fully knows how we all feel about her. Or at least, she still doesn’t fully comprehend it.”
Namjoon and Jin watched from the patio doors as Akira learned to play Go with Yoongi. They were once again outside on the backyard patio, enjoying the summer heat. It had been nearly three months since Akira moved in with them and the atmosphere around them definitely changed. The air felt lighter and the tension was over. Akira had fully recovered by now, and acclimated into their pack as if she was meant to be there all along. She brought a certain joy that wasn’t there before, and everyone felt it. Namjoon made his intentions clear with Akira, that he is fully in love with her, just as the rest of his pack mates were. They didn’t rush her into reciprocation, as she was still trying to accept her own feelings, as well as come to terms with being treated better than she’s ever been treated before. They all knew it would take time for that part of her heart to develop into something more, and they fully respected that, giving her patience and understanding.
“I understand. How can someone who knows nothing but pain comprehend love?” Jin turned to Namjoon, the rhetorical question hanging in the air, “She’s truly remarkable, our Omega.” Jin smiled softly as Akira laughed loudly, jumping in her seat as she learned a new move from Yoongi. His gummy smile peaked slightly as he watched her excitement. Akira’s arrival was an easy adjustment for everyone. Everyday, for three months, everyone pitched in to help speed things along in her recovery, whether it be physically or mentally. The feeling of safety was their biggest concern for her, and once they knew that she felt safe, it opened up a lot of possibilities for them.
“I’m still worried hyung. Her wolf hasn’t presented yet.” Namjoon bit down on his bottom lip, his brow furrowed while his eyes watched Akira through the glass doors.
“I say give it time.” Jin smiled, watching the joy spread across Akira’s face, “If nothing changes, we love her for who she is.”
“She makes me so happy it scares me.” Jin turned to Namjoon again after his confession, “This pack hasn’t experienced this kind of joy in a long time. I’m worried it won’t last.”
“Waiting for the other shoe to drop won’t help either, Joon-ah. So embrace the now while we still have it.” Jin patted Namjoon on the back before leaving to head to the kitchen, starting on lunch. Namjoon sighed before opening the patio doors, making his presence known. Yoongi and Akira looked up, both smiling as Namjoon approached them,
“Akira, I need to speak with you for a moment. Mind if I steal you away?” Akira stood from her seat, giving Yoongi a sweet smile to let him know she’ll be right back. Namjoon held out his hand for her and walked her back inside the house, leading her upstairs to his bedroom. Akira was a little nervous, but Namjoon assured her, “It’s not what you think. This is just where my personal office is.” Namjoon chuckled. Inside the equally large room, nearly as massive as hers, Namjoon’s desk sat facing large windows. The desk faced the bedroom door, with dark bookshelves lined on either side; some books even spilled out on the floor, stacked in neat piles. The large king bed sat on the opposite wall facing the electric fireplace across from it. The soft neutral colors of cream and green contrasted the dark stained wood. This was the first Akira had ever entered one of their rooms.
“What is it you need to talk about?” Akira followed Namjoon to his desk, where he sat on top of it. He made room for her, spreading his legs for her to stand between. His hand still firmly clasped hers, afraid of her reaction.
“I heard from Jackson yesterday.” Akira nodded, waiting patiently, “Naomi wants to talk to you.” At the sound of her name, Akira visibly stiffened. Namjoon knew the topic of family was still a sore spot for her, but he had to at least relay the message, “I told them I would talk with you, but that there’d be no promises.”
“I can’t Joonie.” Akira shook her head; the thought of entertaining Naomi made her blood run cold, “I can’t—I don’t wanna see her. I meant what I said, "I don't want her in my life.”
“I know baby, I understand.” Namjoon caressed her cheek with his other hand. He sighed once he saw the hurt and anger surface on her face, “I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to. But just so you know, there will be times when our packs have to be in each other’s presence. There’s events we cannot miss.”
Akira looked away, “Will this cause problems with their pack for you?”
“No, we’re still brothers, regardless of what happens between you and Naomi. I wanted to let you know the door’s still open.” Namjoon shrugged, watching the turmoil on Akira’s face. Her sigh brought her shoulders down, the tension in her body leaving her. Namjoon pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, “It’s ok baby, you don’t have to do it.”
“I’m finally in a good place, Joonie.” Akira whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, “I was starting to feel safe and then she reminded me that she’s always gonna be a part of my life. They all are…” She dropped her head on his shoulder, making him squeeze tighter.
“Tell me what you need. What can I do to make it better?” Namjoon asked.
“I don’t know.” Akira pulled back, staring down into his eyes, “I don’t know…”
“As your man, my job is always to protect you. I wanna do that, but I wish I knew how without having to ask.”
“My man?” Akira smirked, making Namjoon chuckle. His deep laugh stirred this warm feeling inside the pit of her stomach. Her back straightened, pushing her chest out towards him. Namjoon shamelessly scanned her body. Akira wore a light blue 90s style babydoll patchwork dress. It was oversized enough that concealed parts of her body, yet short enough to stop just above her knees. The tiny pearlescent buttons at the top unbuttoned just enough to show cleavage. Namjoon wasn’t complaining and neither were the guys.
“Ain’t I your man?” Namjoon licked his lips slowly, making Akira catch her breath. His grip tightened when she didn’t reply, “Ain’t I your man?”
“Yes.” Akira replied breathlessly.
“Yes, what?” Namjoon challenged.
“Yes, Alpha.” Akira gulped, the small squeak of her voice made a growl erupt from his chest. Akira jumped, lost in the heavy scent of his pheromones; the sweet coconut and leather wrapped around her like a syrupy vice. Namjoon only needed to glance at her lips once before the irresistible pull magnetized them both into a kiss. Lips rushed and busied themselves with faint moans and groans escaping them both. Akira fell into his body; Namjoon pulled her even possibly closer, his fingers digging into her hips as hers played with the nape of his neck. One hand traveled along her spine, clasping at the back of her neck, making her gasp softly. “Joonie…”
Namjoon tried desperately to control his wolf. His eyes turned blood red, making Akira gasp once more. Her scent was thick and heavy in the air; the sugary scent wafted out into the hallway even with the door closed. Akira could feel the slick between her legs, body craving more of his touch but Namjoon restrained them both, “Akira.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Akira asked quietly, nervousness creeping up her spine. Namjoon shook his head, iris fading to their natural color as he quickly shushed all doubt,
“No, no beautiful, you didn’t, no.” He pecked her lips repeatedly, reassuring her as her head tilted back in his hand. She didn’t know it, but she bared her neck to him, making him groan. “I’m just finding it very hard to control myself.”
“If you wanna stop, we can.” Akira softly spoke, “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“Trust me, you’re doing the opposite.” Namjoon spoke into her neck, kissing slowly and gently. Akira’s breath grew heedy. Open mouth kisses trail from the base of her neck and just below the base of her ear. Namjoon teased lightly, biting down just behind her ear. Akira gasped, gripping his neck as her eyes rolled back. Her slick dripped into her panties, arousal could probably be smelled from the hallway. “Fuck, you make crazy.”
“Joonie—oh!” Akira was surprised he stood, picking her up by the back of her thighs. She held onto him, mildly turned on by his dominance, but also nervous for what he was about to do, “Joonie, I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“Baby, I can smell how wet you are.” He confessed, making her body run warm with embarrassment, “I can’t give you the kind pleasure I want, but at least let me take care of you.” He offered.
“H-How would you d-do that?” Akira shook nervously as he walked to his bed and finally laid her down on the soft comforter.
“You giving me permission?” He asked softly. The hunger in his eyes was noticeable. Akira hesitated, still nervous about what he would do. She wasn’t sure what he would do to take care of her and honestly, it was nerve wracking. But she trusted him, that was for sure, and she knew he would never hurt her. So she nodded for him to continue, “Words baby. Use your words.” He smirked at her.
“Yes, Joonie.” Akira moaned. Namjoon’s body towered over hers. His arms bulged as he used his strength to stay upright, flexing beneath his thin, white t-shirt. Akira’s knees braced themselves at his hips. Her eyes slowly traveled at every feature, from the moles under his bottom lip and cheek, to the fleshy pectorals peeping below his collarbone. Akira thought he looked like a god.
Namjoon slowly moved his right hand up her calf, then smoothly to the flesh of her outer thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. Her sandal fell off with ease, leg hooking around his waist for support, “You trust me, beautiful?”
Akira nodded quickly, “I trust you, Joonie.” Her other sandal fell as he pushed her leg further apart, resting his hips fully against hers. Akira’s chest rose and fell rapidly, welcoming him closer as he pressed his lips against hers. With the roll of his hip, Akira felt the brush his hardened length rub against her clit. She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips back in response to his. Taking the opportunity, Namjoon licked into her mouth, massaging his tongue with hers. He rolled his hips again, firmer this time. Akira moaned louder, gasping as their lips smacked together. “Fuck, Joon—!”
“I promise I’ll make you feel good baby.” He whispered to her, “Just let go and let me take care of you.” Akira followed her instincts and stopped overthinking. Namjoon continuously ground his pelvis into herself, his thick length continued to brush her clit. Akira never dry humped anyone before, but it was definitely something she could cross off her list. The wet patch in her panties grew as more of her pussy leaked. The fabric tightened, giving her friction to use to keep her moaning louder. Namjoon moved faster, dropping his lips to her neck, sucking firmly across her skin. The heady smell of coconut kissed at her nose, eyes dilating as heat flushed her body, “Namjoon!”
“I know baby, you feel it, right? That feeling that makes you wanna squeeze around me?” Akira nodded desperately, needing to know what that feeling was, "That's your body wanting to release, baby, you wanna cum.”
“Fuck, Joonie, please…” Akira begged, feeling his teeth sinking gently onto the tops of her breasts.
“Not yet, baby.” Namjoon teased, making her whimper, “If you’re gonna cum, you’re going to do so on my tongue.”
Akira squealed, feeling the tug of her underwear as Namjoon pulled on the fabric; feeling the wet cotton between his fingers. His kisses lowered down her body until he was raising her dress below her bra. Normally, Akira would feel insecure about her body: her stomach was too plushy, her thighs too big, her stretch marks canvasing all over. She was thick in places Namjoon couldn’t get enough. He loved her chubby fupa and her hip folds. He loved that she’ll have her thick, chocolate thighs squeezing his head soon. He even loved her pillowy folds as they glistened from arousal once he pulled her underwear completely off. The lips opened slowly; sticky wetness webbing from each side as her cute button-sized clit peaked out. Even the trim hair glistened, taking up her strong, syrupy scent. Namjoon could easily spend all day between her legs, but he wouldn’t deprive her of an orgasm. Not today, anyway, “I made you this wet baby? Did your Alpha do that for you?”
Akira took a moment to reply, distracted by the lazy drag of his fingers in between her folds. Sweat covered her neck as she moaned out in response, “Yes Alpha…”
“Can your Alpha have a taste, baby?” His eyes penetrated the deepest part of her soul. More slick trickled out, surprising Namjoon at just how little it took to turn her on.
“Yes, please…Please, please, plea—oh my god!” Akira’s back bowed just as Namjoon covered his mouth around her pussy. Her head was thrown back, hands clenching the covers as he devoured her. Namjoon held her thighs apart, lapping at her opening like a dog to a water bowl. Tongue darting in and out of her at a fast pace, Akira couldn’t help but grind against his face. “Joonie! Oh Joonie—fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her body shook as the bed springs squeaked. Certain that she would not close her legs, Namjoon let go of one of her thighs and hooked his middle finger inside of her. “Fuuuuck!”
His finger glided slowly at first, slowly down his tongue to match his lazy pace as his tongue circled her clit. He could hear the blood rushing to her heart. The trimmer in her breath. Her greedy hole sucked up his finger until he was knuckle deep, his smile against her clit showing how eager she was. “Grab my hair, Omega.”
Akira did as she was told, no alpha command needed. Her fingers tingled within his silvery gray locks, tightening as he added another finger. The stretch wasn’t unbearable, almost welcoming. Akira sucked in her breath, concentrating on the feel of his fingers and the warmth of his breath on her pussy. She shut her eyes tight, feeling the burn in her chest from lack of oxygen. The tickling sensation of his fingers scissoring and rubbing against her walls, moving deeper until they hit a soft, spongy spot had her groaning with pleasure. Namjoon watched as that pleasure intensified, watching her body lay in rapture. He kissed her inner thigh, “Breath baby.” Watched as her sudden gasp for air turned into a pleading whine for more friction. “You ready to cum baby? You want your Alpha to make you cum?”
Akira whimpered, tears pricking at her eyes, “P-Please A-Alpha…!” Namjoon groaned, biting into the soft flesh of her thigh before attacking her pussy once more. He sucked harshly on her clit while his fingers pistoned faster and faster. Akira pulled at his hair, making his eyes roll. The moans grew louder, “Ah! Ah! Ahh!” Her back arched once again as Namjoon continuously stroked her spot. She squeezed his fingers tighter and tighter, sucking him in deeper. She was so close, just a little more.
“My Omega! She tastes so sweet! I need to have her, I gotta have her!”
Namjoon growled, making Akira melt further into the bed, “Fuck Joonie, please let me cum!” Akira squirmed, feeling the blinding heat from her orgasm reaching her, “Alpha please!” She begged him.
“Cum.” The sudden permission released a chorus of moans unlike anything he’s heard before. Wrecked by his touch, Akira came undone; the band finally snapping as Namjoon released his fingers from her entrance and lapped up her juices. He held her thighs apart; enjoying the tug of his hair as she rode out her climax, grinding her pussy harder against him. His nose bumped her clit with each stroke. After he was finished lapping at her hole, he sucked harshly against her clit, pulling another orgasm from her. Tears released from Akira’s eyes; her body twisting as the overwhelming sensation wrecked her body. Namjoon held her waist and feasted on her, coaxing the second orgasm out until it left a dull ache. Her body trembled as Namjoon rose to his knees, mouth and chin glistening as he massaged her hips to sooth her. He watched tears trek down her cheeks and her tummy quiver.
Leaning down to place soft kisses on her thighs, her clit, and her stomach, he finally reached her lips again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her fingers combed through his hair. “Feel better?”
“I never felt anything like that.” Akira panted, “Is it always like that?”
Namjoon brushed his thumb across her cheeks, "Sometimes. Other times, it’s a lot more intense than that.”
“What about you?” Akira noted, feeling his heavy dick pressed against her pussy, “You didn’t get to cum.”
“Trust me, we’ll have plenty of time for that.” Namjoon assured, making her gasp, “For now, I’ll take care of it. You just get some rest, you can barely keep your eyes open.” Namjoon chuckled, watching as her heavy lidded eyes fought to stay open. Namjoon slowly pulled down her dress, lifting her legs to tuck her under the covers. Akira couldn’t deny that what just happened wore her out. The thudding in her chest slowly regulated as her eyes fluttered slowly, “But I want you to lay with me.”
Namjoon smiled, dimples pooling at his cheeks. He leaned down, kissing her nose, “Give me a few minutes to clean up and I’ll be back in your arms in no time.” While Akira closed her eyes for a nap, Namjoon went to take care of himself in his bathroom. Meanwhile, downstairs, everyone sat in the living, completely gobsmacked at what they just heard. If it wasn’t the heavy scent of her arousal permeating the entire house, her loud moans and screams surely gave it away. Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other, jaws dropped. Yoongi fixated on the memory of her moans, wondering what she looked like when she came. Jungkook closed his eyes, trying desperately not to get a boner and Jin and Hoseok paced the floor.
“I can’t believe he did that.” Jin murmured, “We didn’t discuss taking things further with her, we should’ve discussed it.”
“I’m actually jealous it’s not me.” Yoongi replied, clearly not caring about discussing their sex life with Akira. Jin glared at him, annoyed,
“Yoongi!”
“What?! Don’t act like you weren’t thinking it!” Yoongi rebuffed, “We knew one day we’d get to that part in our relationship, even if it is a little foreplay; she feels the most comfortable letting the Pack Alpha help her explore that side of her first, I say let it happen. Besides, if she’s comfortable enough for that, that means she trusts us.”
“Hate to say it but he has a point, hyung.” Hoseok agrees, “If she gave him consent, we can’t tell Joon not to please her. All we can do is hope he doesn’t push past her boundaries, which we know he wouldn’t do.”
“He won’t.” Jin argued, “I can’t say the same for his wolf; he’s been fighting for control since she came into our lives.”
“So then what should we do?” Jimin questioned, “Because I don’t feel comfortable telling him to control his wolf when we can barely control ours.”
“When he’s done, we have a meeting. We can’t just follow basic instincts, she’s still a human and I refuse to lose her trust because one of us couldn’t control ourselves and act without thinking. If we end up hurting her, we’ll not only lose her trust, we might lose her, and I refuse to let that happen.”
— — —
“Joon-ah. You have any idea how you could’ve jeopardized everything if you couldn’t control your wolf with her? She’s a human, her body can’t handle certain things.”
Namjoon felt like a kicked puppy, sitting there in the living room getting scolded by his hyung. He might’ve been the pack leader, but when the oldest of the pack speaks, you listen. Especially if that one is a Beta. After a much needed shower, Namjoon wasn’t all that surprised he got summoned. He promised Akira that he’d be back after his shower, and while she slept, the meeting was held. “I know hyung, and I’m sorry. I fought for the most part but the human part of me couldn’t help it either. We didn’t have actual sex, I knew my limits. I would never hurt her like that, you guys know that.”
“We do, hyung.” Jimin agreed, “We know you wouldn’t but the fact of the matter is, since she’s come into our lives, our wolves have been losing their shit. They keep fighting us. We’re not as synced as before, especially now that you’ve established a new boundary with her. We’re afraid that if we get close to her in that way, we won’t be in control of what we do.”
“I understand.” Namjoon nodded, looking down at his hands.
“We’re not here to scold you, Joon-ah. But this is a warning. If we end up hurting her because we lost control, it’ll scare her away, or worse.” Hoseok explained.
“I honestly don’t know how to fix it.” Namjoon sighed, “I can’t seem to get him to listen, it’s like my mind wants to split in half.” He groaned, digging the heel of his palm into his eye socket.
“Maybe we need to establish some rules then, for our wolves? Have a meeting while they’re present so that they know what’s happening.” Jungkook suggested.
“What kind of rules?” Yoongi frowned.
“Rules like not going any further until she tells us to.” Taehyung suggested, "And when she finally does decide to go all the way, we let her lead and set the pace. They’ll listen to their Omega if she feels like she’s in charge.”
“What do we do when our rut comes in? I’m not asking for outside help anymore, that would devastate her.” Jungkook shook his head, imagining how hurt Akira would be if they let another wolf service them.
“She said she wouldn’t mind, but deep down, I know she would.” Namjoon answered, “With her permission, I think the safest thing to do is to have someone in the room at all times. To keep the energy calm and peaceful.”
“You mean one of us watches?!” Jin gawked.
“Actually, I think the Betas should be the ones to monitor it.” Yoongi agreed, “You guys barely have a rut, you’re more level headed when it comes to tense situations and if one of us gets out of hand, you can always defuse the situation.”
“There’s no way she’d agree to that.” Jimin scoffed.
“How would you know?” At the sound of her voice, they each turned their heads towards the top of the staircase. No one had heard Akira leave Namjoon’s room. Her puffy face thick with sleep, dress wrinkled from previous activity, and hair in a wild curly mane. And still, she looked as regal as ever in their eyes, making her way down the stairs with soft pitter patter of her bare feet.
“We thought you were napping, princess.” Hoseok greeted her, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she approached him. She stared up at him, her brown doll-like eyes filled with enough temptation to make him crack.
“I was until I realized Joonie wasn’t next to me.” She turned, finding him sitting on the couch with an apologetic expression, “Please don’t be upset with him about earlier, guys. I had as much responsibility in it as he did.”
“Namjoon’s not in trouble princess, we’re just trying to figure out the best way to navigate this part of our relationship with you without hurting you. We’ve never dated a human before, we don’t know all of what your body can handle.” Hoseok explained.
“If it’s about our relationship and my body, shouldn’t I be a part of that discussion?” Akira frowned, confused as to how the pack they claim she’s a part of decided to hold a meeting without her, “If I’m your Omega like you claim I am, shouldn’t I be present?”
“You’re right,” Namjoon held out his hand to her, prompting her to move towards the couch. She grabbed his hand, making her way to his lap, “we should’ve included you, and we’re sorry. We were trying to best bring up the subject with you without making you uncomfortable or making it awkward.”
“We don’t want to physically hurt you. This is very new for us.” Hoseok admitted.
“This is new for me too, Hobi.” Akira urged, “I am learning how to trust people again and finding what works for me. This is the first time I ever had anyone ever care about me, and I’m beyond grateful for that…but I’m 26 years old, and I’m just now figuring out sex as an adult, stuff that wasn’t taught to me in high school. I’m finding that I have actual free will and I want to experience things I’ve never experienced before. I know you’re all worried, I am too.” Akira looked around the room at their concerned faces, “But I can’t stay scared at every little thing that comes up in our relationship, I don’t want us to live like that.”
“You’re right.” Namjoon whispered, squeezing her hip, “We need to focus on what’s best for you and your relationship with us, going forward.”
“Thank you.” This was the first time Akira has been heard and acknowledged. It was an odd experience to have. “Look, I know that this is probably strange, or at least for me it was. I never had 7 boyfriends before, or mates? I’m not really sure what we’d call this.” Akira became flustered, trying to get her thoughts in order, “All I know is I want this work, however it can work. And if that means being monitored when I eventually make love to one of you, then so be it.”
“Would you honestly be comfortable with that?” Jin genuinely asked.
“It would be awkward but eventually all of you will see me naked at some point, I see no sense in making it weird now. It’s not like I don’t know you guys didn’t hear us earlier, I’m pretty much aware that we were loud.” Namjoon tilted his head, dimples popping up as his cheeks blushed. Akira gave him a small smile as her fingers played with the nape of his neck, “I was very shy when I first met you all…but you’ve seen me at my lowest, ugly cry and all, I see no reason to not be openly honest with you.”
“If it’s what you want then we’ll respect it.” Taehyung agreed.
“I feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you and even though it took a while to fully realize it, I’m happy where I am with all of you. Aren’t you happy with where we are with each other too?” Akira questioned everyone.
“Of course we are, Akira.” Jungkook sat up from the couch, making eye contact with her, “We’re so happy with how far you’ve come and how far our relationships with you have been. You’ve made us all happy.” Akira bit her lip, staring down at her hands. Jungkook grabbed her hand, moving her forward off of Namjoon’s lap and onto his, “We’re just concerned about safety, that’s all this is about. What we want is for you to be safe.”
“Ok Kookie.” Akira replied softly, nodding along to his words.
“We realize we have a lot to figure out before that comes, and we’re just struggling to get our wolves in check. Since you’ve arrived, things have been a little haywire.” Yoongi confessed.
Akira frowned, "What do you mean?”
“It’s getting harder to control the instinctive part of our minds. Werewolves, when their wolf presents, they build this connection with each other until we eventually form one mind.” Jin explained, “But lately, it’s been harder to control it.”
“So then why control it?” Akira shrugged, still lost.
“Because the wolf part of us doesn’t understand the capabilities of what it offers our human side. The physical strength alone is overwhelming sometimes, it takes a lot of brain power to not accidentally hurt anyone that’s not like us. Plus, it wants to forego boundaries and devour you.” Yoongi put it bluntly. Akira’s eyes widened, back straightening as she swallowed hard, “And not in the Big Bad Wolf sense either.”
“Must you be so blunt?” Jin sighed, covering his face.
“We just listened to her moaning for the past 15 minutes upstairs two hours ago, I think we’re past being diplomatic.” Yoongi scoffed. Akira gasped, hiding her face in her hands. Jungkook chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“You two bicker on your own time, we need to figure out how to get our wolves under control.” Hoseok teased.
“…Am I able to talk to them?” Akira asked suddenly. Everyone grew concerned at the suggestion, not knowing how that would go.
“I don’t know if it’d be wise to have all our wolves present.” Hoseok worried.
Akira nodded solemnly before suggesting, “Well, if it were just one, then who would I need to talk to?”
“It would be the Head Alpha, sweetheart.” Yoongi answered for everyone. Akira turned to Namjoon, who nodded in agreement.
“Would you be ok with that, Joonie?” The softness of Akira’s voice made his wolf pur, practically belly up for her. Once Namjoon agreed, Akira wondered what she would say, “When can I speak with him? What do I say?” Akira looked around the group for the right answers, “How should I address him?”
“You can talk to him now, princess.” Hoseok nodded forward with his head, bringing Akira’s attention over to Namjoon. His eyes were a dark, blood red. Practically fully dilated and staring straight at Akira. Around her, everyone bowed, a sign of respect and acknowledgment of their leader. Akira nervously gave a bow too, unsure of what to say. When he spoke, Akira couldn’t recognize the voice as her Joonie. No. This was completely someone else. Something else.
“Come, Akira.” The deep timber of the Alpha made Akira jump to her feet instinctively. Nervously, the pack watched, trying to get a feel of where their leader was at. He wasn’t cruel, just authoritative. When he commanded respect, he got it. “Why did you summon me?”
“I-I wan—um,” Akira looked around the room; their encouraging faces assured her that everything would be ok. Akira took a deep breath, then exhaled, “I wanted to know why you no longer want to listen to Namjoon. Why none of the wolves will listen to their human side.”
“We want our Omega. She is hiding. She is afraid.” The Alpha responded. Akira tilted her head, confused. She moved in closer; Jimin scooted towards the edge of his seat, just in case. Akira slowly reached out her hand, mindful of the way the Alpha watched her.
“I’m not hiding, Joonie. I’m right here.” The Alpha closed his eyes, inhaling her scent as her hand drew closer. Landing softly on his head, Akira brought her hand down to his cheek. Those red eyes bore into her, “I’m right here.”
“She is not safe. Omega does not feel safe. We want to find her, bring her home. We make Omega safe.” The Alpha rolled his head into her palm, recognizing his Omega’s scent but still not sensing her.
“He means your wolf.” Taehyung answered Akira’s unasked question, finally realizing what the Alpha meant, “He understands the human part of you, but we can’t connect with you. Not like how we’re all connected. That’s why our wolves aren’t listening to us.” It made perfect sense to them. Their pack is able to link and connect to one another, sharing thoughts, feelings—a bond. Their wolves couldn’t find it with Akira. They weren’t sure if her wolf delayed presenting or if she was just fully human. They could sense her, but not fully.
“Alpha Joon,” Jin addressed him with the equal amount of authority, “Akira is human. We don’t know if her wolf is delayed or if she is just human, but she is here and she is safe with us. We protect her like you ask. She cannot connect with us yet, but she is here.” Akira bit her lip, feeling tears surface at the edge of her eyes. All this time, he was worried for her. They all were. Akira moved to stand in between his legs, making his attention go back to her. She cupped his face with both hands, drawing her forehead to his,
“I’m safe Joon.” She whimpered, “You can’t feel it, but I am safe. Please, baby, I’m here, please..,” her shaky voice brought out their concern, “Please Joonie, your Omega is safe. Just cause I don’t have a wolf, doesn’t mean I’m not here. I’m yours. For as long as you all will have me, I’m yours…please? Alpha please…” Her tears hit his cheek. The swift movement of his arms wrapping around her waist made the others jump with fear, worried his strength might overtake her. He pressed his head into the pudge of her stomach, finding her scent strong and irresistible.
“Omega is safe. We keep her safe.” Akira bent forward, kissing the top of his head. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, rubbing her chin over his head. Everyone watched in awe as she comforted him. Him, pressing his face into her stomach where her womb lies; her, scenting him without even realizing it. It was beautiful. It was emotional. It was everything they thought it would be. Akira was truly theirs, and they didn’t have to do anything to force it. It was natural—instinctive.
“I’m safe baby, I promise.” She whispered. Akira let go and got down on her knees. Once she met his eyes, she knew the Alpha was listening, “Can you tell the others that I’m ok? If we’re gonna enter this new stage in our relationship, they can’t lose control of themselves from their humans. You don’t wanna hurt me, Alpha, I know you don’t.” Akira pleaded, rubbing her hands along his arms.
“It’s amazing how in control she is. I’ve never seen Alpha Joon this subdued before.” Hoseok was astonished. Watching their leader practically bend to Akira’s will proved that their mate had literal power over all of them. If she could convince the Alpha to connect back with his human, she could do much more within their pack.
“We will not harm you, Omega.” The Alpha reassured, “We love you.” Akira slowly smiled, squeezing his arms in her hands. She soon did the unexpected, tilting her head back and to the side, baring her throat to him. The gasps from the other pack members watched in surprise, wondering how she relinquished her position so easily. The Alpha, whose sharpened teeth bared themselves in an approving growl, brought his mouth to her neck. He bit down, a teasingly light nip to her throat as a promise of one day marking her. He used his tongue instead, marking the sweet spot that one day would be his. Akira faced him once more, holding his face in her again,
“Bring my Joonie back, please? I need you both.” Akira pleaded softly. Blood irises swirled like thick red smoke as they turned back to the deep brown that belonged to Namjoon. His eyes regained their natural color, slowly shrinking back in size. He looked around confused, almost as if he’d been asleep. Akira smiled, her tears all but vanished as she stood on her knees and threw her arms around his neck, “You’re ok!” She mumbled into his shoulder.
“What happened?” Namjoon looked around, confused. One arm wrapped around Akira’s body out of instinct as he looked towards his pack, "How long was I out?”
“Not long. Enough for Alpha Joon to fix things.” Jin replied.
“Wait,” Akira pulled back, looking up at Namjoon, “you mean you don’t…you don’t remember any of that?”
“When our wolves take over fully, we’re not present.” Yoongi explained, “It’s almost like we’re asleep. The human mind rests while the wolf takes control. You aren’t able to hear his mind because we’re not linked to you but he made it very clear to our wolves that we needed to reconnect. If not for your safety then for the safety of our pack and those who depend on us.”
“Did I scare you, baby?” Namjoon asked, brushing a thumb across her lips. Akira shook her head ‘no’, returning back to her position, placing her face into his shoulder. His strong scent nearly masked hers, engulfing her body.
The day’s events drained everything it could out of Akira that day. She was exhausted, and all she wanted was a shower and her bed, nothing more.
— — —
“Is this really necessary? I had a health check up at my last doctor’s appointment, I’m fine.”
Namjoon glanced over at Akira, a look of challenge across his face, which she readily submitted to, not wanting to argue with him. He chuckled some, watching her cute little huff as she crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t overly dressed. Just a pair of cream colored sweatpants and a white long sleeve crewneck shirt snuggly contoured to her chest and abdomen. Her hair was braided back into two French braids and securely protected by a tan bucket hat. Namjoon, along with the rest of the pack, dressed somewhat similarly, each varying in color or category of clothing.
“I’m just now realizing I don’t have anything. My birth certificate, my social security card, records—nothing.” Feeling Akira slightly panic, Namjoon grabbed Akira’s thigh, the firm squeeze re-centering her focus. She looked up at him, her doe-like eyes melting his heart once more,
“I know doctor’s offices are touchy, but this isn’t a follow up from when you had surgery. This is more of a yearly thing. Everyone in the pack gets a check up.” Namjoon assures.
“Everyone in the pack doesn’t have to lay back with their feet in stirrups.” Akira throws a glare Namjoon’s way, which sends him throwing up his hands in defeat.
“Princess,” Hoseok chimed in, sitting opposite Akira on her right, instead of on her left, like Namjoon, “you wanted this relationship to go further, intimately. We just wanna make sure everything is safe and okay to proceed. And as far as your personal things, they’re in a safe in Namjoon’s office. Your grandmother already took care of that.”
Akira frowned somewhat, “I would feel better if all of you got tested too.” They each looked at her, some not surprised by her statement, others just simply tuning into the conversation’s turn of topic, “What? Y’all had sex, I didn’t, I don’t know what y’all done.” Akira doubled down her statement, making the others look at each other, “If we’re taking it there, I wanna know. I don’t want any surprises and I definitely don’t want any of us getting sick.”
“You have a point, and we already knew you’d want that precaution. Getting tested is part of our yearly check up.” Jin replied coolly, flipping through a magazine he found in the lounge area. Jimin watches Akira bite her bottom lip nervously as she looks down at her nails, picking at the nail beds. His brown drop in a furrow,
“That’s not what you’re worried about though, is it love?” Akira glances over at him, caught in the act, “What’s really bothering you?”
Each of the men popped their heads around, looking over at Akira with concern. She sighed quietly, leaning back in her chair before responding, “I just don’t want another doctor looking at my scars…I don’t want another one to ask me questions about my medical records and why I had all these surgeries and why I don’t have a mating bite and this, that, and the third. It’s humiliating..” Akira mumbled the last part, but she’s sure they heard her. Hoseok grabbed her hand, tearing it away from destroying the other. He leaned in close, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, scenting her with his calming, sweet gingery lemon scent.
“Hopefully, this will be the last doctor you’ll have to see for a while. We checked her out, she’s a great doctor, for werewolves and humans. And we let her know the extent of your injuries ahead of time.” Akira pulled back some, staring over at Hoseok, “If there’s a question you don’t want answered, she won’t ask, Princess. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“What if she tells me something I don’t wanna hear?” Akira’s nerves were bouncing all through the atmosphere. Namjoon grabbed her other hand, squeezing it firmly but gently, trying to ease her mind,
“Then as a pack, we’ll deal with it together.”
— — —
“Ok Ms. Kim, you can put your clothes back on while I head to the lab to drop off these cell samples. We’ll talk a little more in just a bit.” Akira watched as the doctor and her nurse walked out of the exam room. Dr. Regina Freeman, a board certified gynecologist and general practitioner, spent the better half of 15 minutes checking Akira for abnormal cell growth, cysts, and whatnot. What was probably a routine procedure for her, was the most uncomfortable experience for Akira. Sniffling, Akira winced as she slowly got down from the exam bed and put her clothes back on. The women both understood that this was her first actual exam—not having this procedure done by the time of her first period was odd to the doctor at first, but given the circumstances explained to her beforehand, she wasn’t all that surprised.
Akira grabbed her phone from her sweatpants once she was fully clothed. She sent a message in the pack's group chat, hoping one of them would answer:
“Is anyone done with their appointment? I kinda don’t wanna be alone with mine.”
Instantly, 7 message bubbles appeared out of sheer eagerness, but only one was able to get through first:
KookieBear:
“Mines is finished, I can head to your room rn.”
Akira replied quickly, waiting for Jungkook to reach her room. She looked around the room, diagrams of different anatomies plastered various walls; kitschy generic positivity posters displayed opposite of them. It looked like any other exam room you might see on TV, even with the tongue depressors and cotton balls cutely and neatly displayed in clean, sterile glass jars. A soft knock distracted Akira from her roaming, “Come in.”
Jungkook peeked his head in before fully entering the room. He immediately walked over to her, standing by her side, “Are you alright?”
Akira nodded, “Yeah. I just hate being alone here, I hate being alone in doctor’s offices and hospitals.” Akira snuggly wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s torso as he pulled her in for a hug, unabashedly rubbing his scent all over her. He knew the creamy vanilla scent would instantly soothe her. “How are the guys?”
“They’re fine, they’re gonna be finishing up soon. Do you know anything yet from Dr. Freeman?” He questioned back. Akira shook her head ‘no’, citing that she and the nurse just left the room minutes ago. Jungkook moved to stand in front of Akira, trapping his waist between her thick thighs. Akira looked up at him, feeling the warmth radiate off his body. He moved a hand, cutely running his thumb across her jaw and cheek, “It’ll be over soon, we promise.”
“I know.” Akira replied quietly, the morning lull catching up to her as she grew tired. “Right now though, I just feel so tired.” Akira dropped her head onto Jungkook’s chest. The young Alpha laughed softly, rubbing his fingers into the back of her neck, ‘For a human, she sure does have a lot of Omegan qualities.’ He thinks quietly to himself as he scents her like crazy. The door shot opened though, breaking their inner peace,
“Jungkook.” Namjoon warned, watching his younger pack mate over power Akira’s natural scent. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could practically smell Jungkook through the whole office, he would never sense Akira close by. For a young Alpha, Jungkook had great control of his basic instincts. Yet when it comes to Akira, Jungkook was suddenly territorial. In subtle ways, he made it known Akira was his, even uncharacteristically challenging his Alpha, Namjoon, without realizing it. If Namjoon was a lesser Alpha, he would’ve taken Jungkook’s heavy scenting as a threat, but Namjoon understands what it’s like to have an Omega of his own. He understands that for Jungkook, the need to care for Akira just comes naturally. “You’re getting her scent high, you know that right?”
“Huh?” Jungkook frowned, pulling back to stare at Akira who sleepily searched for his scent, even whining a little. The sound was barely noticeable, but they heard it. Jungkook held her plump face in between her hands, “Shit, I didn’t think humans could get scent high.” His eyes searched her hazy ones, “Akira? Baby, are you ok?”
“Mm.” Akira’s response was practically mute as she slightly turned her face into his palm, nuzzling, barely a graze, “Yes, but hug me, you’re warm.” She pleaded softly, unaware of the effect she had over the two Alphas.
“Beautiful, you’re getting high off his scent, he can’t hug you right now.” Namjoon regrettably said, making Akira whine a little louder. Their wolves perked at the sound, but Namjoon quieted them all, “I promise, when we get home, you can cuddle him all you want.” Namjoon side-eyed Jungkook, silently scolding him for not controlling his scent.
“Sorry.” Jungkook frowned, “She smelled stressed, I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I’m glad you were able to calm her down, just be mindful next time.” Namjoon gingerly sat in a chair away from the exam table, “We’re not home where she’s protected. Having her pliable like this is dangerous, for her and for us.” He warned, making Jungkook understand the gravity of his actions. Just then the doctor walked in, her nurse not far behind her. Both Namjoon and Jungkook stood rod straight; a scene practically made in front of her as Akira looked out of it while Jungkook looked guilty and Namjoon looked bashfully ashamed. She simply closed the door behind her and asked that everyone be seated. Jungkook hurriedly sat next to Namjoon, aware that his presence near Akira still made her loopy.
“I see your Alpha scented you. I understand hospitals and clinics are stressful for Omegas, even human-presenting ones.” Dr. Freeman assured, a light pen shining dull into Akira’s eyes.
“Wait, so she is an Omega??” Namjoon’s posture straightened; ears perking at the news.
“Yes, according to her bloodwork, she has Omegan wolf DNA. It’s recessive, which, unfortunately won’t show up in results as her dominant gene. If she hasn’t shifted by now, she may never shift.” Akira looked down at her hands, eyes blurring over with tears. A tiny sniffle filled the room, making Namjoon rise from his seat immediately. Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around her, letting Akira fall apart. The doctor gave them a sad look, one she was used to giving over the years, “I know it seems like terrible news, but it’s not uncommon for some wolves to have a recessive sub-gene. And the likelihood of her shifting can still be a possibility, but it’s very rare. You’ll need to be extra careful with her.”
“So, she’s human basically, even though she is a shewolf?” Namjoon wanted confirmation.
“In a sense, yes. I was curious when you told me she was able to smell your scent and sense shifts in the environment, as well as respond to an Alpha Command—a natural instinct for Omegas. After the blood test showed the rare genetic markers for the recessive lycan mutation, I realized that while it is not uncommon for recessed sub-gene Omegas to have a trait from their family, it is very rare to have more than one. I would like to try further tests, but for now, she’s doing better than her last visit with her previous doctor.”
“No more tests.” Akira whined, burying her face into Namjoon’s chest, still scent high from Jungkook. Namjoon rubbed her back, shaking his head.
“We understand Dr. Freeman, we will schedule whatever tests that’s needed to make sure Akira is okay.” Namjoon instantly put his foot down, making Akira whimper. The sound was as close enough to a chirp as one could get, making both Jungkook and Namjoon stand at attention. Dr. Freeman took notice,
“That’s another thing,” Dr. Freeman sighed, crossing her hands over her lap, “without proper training of what Omegas do, she’s bound to make mistakes. You have to explain it to her, but basically try to avoid sending her into Omegaspace as much as possible. Getting lost in her head, especially when her wolf is absent, is dangerous. While I don’t recommend ignoring her calls, any chirps that do happen while she’s not presently upset will occur, so try to explain to her that she’s not in any danger. And lastly, when the time comes, please explain presenting to her Alpha to her. She won’t realize she’s doing it, and that’ll be a very touchy subject for her, considering she’s a virgin.” Dr. Freeman watched as both men’s faces slowly crawled to a flushed crimson color. Namjoon let out a cough, avoiding as much eye contact as possible,
“I don’t—do you think she’s ready for that?” He questioned softly.
“That’ll be up for Akira to decide.” The doctor shrugged, “If you’re asking emotionally speaking. Physically, she is still a wolf, she can take a knot if that’s what you’re referring to. Although at this stage, without knowing if her body can or cannot produce her wolf, I think it’s best if she went on a birth control designed for Omegas. It’s the safest option at this time for her.”
“I think so too.” Namjoon sighed, cradling Akira’s face in his hands. He rubbed his thumbs across her cheeks, watching as her head lulled while tears still kissed her waterline, making her eyes glossy. By the end of the appointment, Jungkook had to carry Akira out just because he accidentally sent her into Omegaspace. Dr. Freeman explained to them an easy way to coax her out of it, but by the time they entered their cars and with the drive home, Akira slept the whole way.
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*Author’s Note:
This chapter was originally longer than this, but I didn’t want ya’ll waiting any longer than ya’ll already have, especially since I already threw out a teaser (again, thank you for being so patient with me while I’m still processing everything). This chapter took a completely different turn than before; it was just harder to write for some reason.
I am going to plan on trying updating more consistently; I can’t promise a certain day or time, as I’m just writing these chapters as I go, but I will try to not drag out these updates (normally I’m more organized than this, but it had been a year since I’ve written anything).
For these next few chapters, I plan on making them more intense, especially with different antagonists—it won’t solely be family related—and it definitely will be more mature in terms of intimacy between Akira and Bangtan (idk why I’m trying to be professional-sounding about this, I just feel like I need to watch what I say for some reason lol). Also do you prefer the long chapters? I’ve been told it can be too much sometimes, so I can condense it if necessary.
Hi! You haven't posted an update for Their Only Omega since posting a teaser. Will you be continuing the story? Also, I hope you're doing well
Thank you for checking in, I actually have a chapter ready, I just uploaded it and reading over it in case I need to edit. I originally was gonna wait until I had a few more chapters done, but I felt bad for making ya’ll wait for so long while I was dealing with my personal issues. So expect an update today!
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Hearing his heavy footsteps as the front door closed, you quickly ran to the kitchen with excitement. Erik had been in a mood all week, barely giving you attention unless you were cooking his meals or placing out his clothes for him to wear to work. You grew annoyed at the lack of sexual intimacy that’s been lacking between the two of you. Yes, you come home grumpy from work some days too, but you had hoped to get some type of relief from your hard day as a restauranteur. Standing on your feet for long hours—practically from the time your restaurant opens until it closes—you had even hoped for a foot rub at least!
But no. Erik hadn’t noticed your frustrations, and it began to peck at your nerves. You understood that working at the Outreach Center, that he and his cousins set up, would be time consuming, but not to the point that Erik would have one of his moods again. So, with the creative mind that you had, you decided to get what you want, one way or another. “Dinner nearly ready!” You shouted, hearing his grunts as he ascended the stairs of your shared home. You met Erik at a time in his life when he finally accepted letting his family get through to him. He realized that there was more to revenge, and wanted a family. Of course, after much work, they were all starting to get on good terms when you suddenly entered the picture.
Your long goddess braids with gold detailing struck his visual senses first since it was styled in a longer braid that swooped like a crown. He admired how the gold pieces reflected off your dark brown mahogany skin. Those big doe eyes that had swirls of chocolate in them with those naturally long lashes made you irresistible. You had a slightly cherub face to match the thickness of the rest of your body. If there was one weakness Erik had, it was for thick girls. He loved the tiddies heavy, the thighs fat, and the ass fatter. Your small pudge of stomach was his comfort—laying his tired head there most days when he was exhausted. Standing at 5’5, he loved that he towered over your short frame. Your coke bottle shape is what he loved to wrap his large arms around. He loved smelling your warm peaches and vanilla scented skin, while you loved smelling that musky sandalwood and cinnamon scent on him.
The first time you two met, he nearly leaped from his chair. His cousin T’Challa had heard great things about your restaurant, Ivy’s—a nod to your grandmother’s New Orleans heritage— while he was out in Oakland setting up the Outreach Center with the rest of his family. He fell so in love with the food, he wanted to rent out the entire restaurant to host a dinner for all the Outreach employees and their families, welcoming them to the company. The night of the dinner, Erik had seen your face as T’Challa introduced you to everyone. It was like he was a deer stuck in headlights. He had never seen anyone so gorgeous. He nearly lost all what little morals he had left when you smiled his way. Your eyes widened and a gasp left your lips—he was very intimidating. He managed to speak with you later on, sticking around until closing time. While your staff cleaned, you two talked. Five years later, you two were married and his family couldn’t have been happier. The Prince of Wakanda had finally settled down.
Your family was just happy you got married, royalty be damned. You always told them that you would never marry or have kids, that your work was your passion. And though it was, Erik started shining a light on a void you hadn’t realized you had until you two were dating and then married. You realized you wanted a family of your own and Erik did too. Now, at 32 years old, both of you were making plans for that family. Yet, one thing remained in the way:
Poor time management.
It seemed that both of you were barely in the same place at once. You would be prepping the restaurant the night before opening, coming home as late as 12, sometimes 1 in the morning, while Erik would be fast asleep, knowing that his day had to start at 6am, and not ending until 9pm. You two kept passing each other, only having one day in the weekend to actually spend time together. It became tiresome and aggravating. Both of you were beginning to show signs of stress and pent up anger; the frustration building as the work days continued to grow longer and continuous. Erik would come home in a foul mood and most days, you wouldn’t deal with it, while other days you began to be bratty towards him, annoying him further.
Sadly, all it did was earn you time with the pulsating shower head and an ache between your legs, while Erik was left alone in his home gym, nearly breaking the punching bag. But today, you were changing that. You were getting your dick by hell or high water.
Standing in only your black, strappy four inch heels and matching black satin robe, you platted everything on your and Erik’s plates—porterhouse steaks, a seafood stuffed potato with crab, crawfish and shrimp smothered with all the fixings, some sautéed broccoli, and candied sweet potatoes on the side. You sat it on the dining room table. Your shoulder length 4C curls were swept into a large bun. You carried his favorite wine over to the table just as he entered the kitchen. He watched you with careful eyes as you placed your food in the microwave. “Sit down baby.” You urged, turning back to him. Erik sat down just as you sashayed over to him. You took one of the dining napkins and placed it over his lap.
“What’s all this, hm? You buttering me up for something?” His rough voice sent a shiver down your body. Slick arousal stuck to your inner thighs as you leaned down and nuzzled your nose and lips against his neck.
“Shhh,” you shushed him, “this is the first night in months we’ve been together, uninterrupted. I wanna enjoy it.” If your lust filled voice didn't give you away, your actions would. You nibbled on his right ear; he clenched his fingers around the silverware. “Eat up baby..” Your body left traces of your scent lingering around him, mixing with the food. He wanted to say damn the food, but he knew how you chef types acted when people wouldn’t eat your cooking. You watched from behind as he started digging into the food. Satisfied for the distraction, your smirk danced on your gloss painted lips as you slowly untied your robe, revealing your naked, plump body behind him.
“Shit, your cooking always make a nigga feel good.” Erik grunted with a satisfied hm.
“Is that right baby?” You asked, slowly dropping the robe from your slender shoulders, tossing it onto the open living room floor.
“Hell yeah, this shit is amazing.” He praised. Your thighs quivered at the appreciation.
“Well you better save room for dessert.” You smirked at yourself, the double innuendo dripping from your lips as you realized what you had said. Erik chuckled,
“Oh yeah? What’s for dessert?”
“Cognac infused peach cobbler with homemade vanilla whipped cream...” you murmured, “among other things.” Striking up the confidence, you strutted back into his line of vision, causing him to stop looking at his nearly eaten plate and lock eyes with your body. He watched as your hips switched with a twang as you reached for your hot dish mittens and checked on the cobbler. Bending down, your round ass was poking up in the air. Those juicy lower lips peeking out to wink at him, glistening with your sticky juices. You pulled the cobbler out and sat it on the cooling rack near the island’s black marbled countertop. You closed the oven and turned back to the cobbler, smelling it. When you locked eyes with Erik again, he was staring directly back into yours.
“Oh I see what you up to. You miss daddy giving you attention, don’t you?” His gruff voice nearly made you cum right then and there. Pouting slightly, you nodded slowly. Erik stood up and placed his napkin near his half finished plate. He walked over to you; those grey basketball shorts of his not hiding the monster that lies beneath it, free balling like a mothafucka. His black beater covered his many pebbled scars you loved to suck on. Erik met you by the island, picking you up with ease; your bare pussy brushing against his clothed torso as you stared down at him. Your heels clicked together as he bounced your ass in his hands and sat you down on the other end of the long, spacious island.
“That pussy missed her daddy, didn’t it?” Erik questioned with a rough tone.
You nodded weakly, “Yes daddy, she did.” You whimpered back. Erik growled a guttural low growl, making you gasp. Your hips jutted out and back, circling on the counter as you craved friction. The wetness slapping against the cold marble. Erik’s hands claimed you. His left squeezed your throat while the right grazed over your heated skin. He trailed his fingers down your chest, stopping at her your dark brown nipples that he loved to tweak. Then slowly, he slid them down the valley of your torso, reaching below your bellybutton only to circle back back up to toy with your nipples once again.
He pushed himself in between your heated legs, capturing your lips with his. His fat long tongue played with yours. You greedily sucked on his tongue, moaning at the feel of it. You then sucked in his bottom lip, the pillowy pout plumped between your lips as you tugged on it, revealing his gold canines and glowing vibranium tattoo. His dark brown eyes stared you down like a lion to its prey. His dreads were free, ready for your nails to tug at them. Tightening his grip on your neck, you gasped again, whimpering at his touch, “You trying to be in control again, knowing that’s not how this works.”
“I’m not.” You whimpered, “I just missed my daddy.” You panted. And it was true, you missed every single inch of him—from his fingers to the hair on his head. You were trying to commit every smell, taste, and touch to memory. Erik let a soft growl slip, almost like a pur. Your eyes trailed down his face; licking your lips. Your mouth pouted open as a choked gasp left your lips. Erik separated your lower lips. The stickiness coated the tips of his fingers as he tickled over your pink bud down to your opening. Teasing you when he knows you don’t like it. One of your bratty qualities that he tends to let slide from time to time. Whimpering, you panted quickly before removing his hand from around your neck. He gave you a look as you challenged his authority. Normally, you wouldn’t but it had been so long, you couldn’t wait anymore.
“What you doin’, girl?”
“I can’t wait anymore—I want you rearranging my shit and stretching my throat—NOW.” You pulled at his tank from the bottom, raising it up from his keloided chest. He watched you as you kissed all over his chest—sucking at certain scars and swirling your tongue over them like they were candy drops. He used both hands to snap your neck back. He dared you to look away from him, “You better be sure you know what you about to do. You know I’m in control.”
“I know and I ain’t never gonna forget that, but it’s weeks Erik. Damn near two months—I need it.” You trembled at his touch. Your husband was so addicting, it was a shame you weren’t gravelling on the floor like an addict right now. Slowly, you worked your hands down the front of his shorts, gripping his length. He was thick and heavy in your hand, it made a shiver run down your back. His hands worked their way from your neck to the back of your skull, pressing down gently as he ravaged your mouth. You jerked him off slowly while his tongue lashed against yours. You felt the pre-cum dripping down your fingertips and the wetness of his tip. When he broke away, your head slanted to the side as small pants left your mouth. He massaged the back of your head still, “How you want it?”
“Hard. Safe words only.” You mumbled, the hunger from deep within just begging to be unleashed.
“What’s the safe words baby?” He prompted you, getting you to focus.
“Peaches.” You moaned, feeling his lips embrace yours again.
“Mmhm, what else?” He waited, kissing down your and your neck.
“Kumkani.” You whispered, feeling him suck on a pulse point. You gripped his length between your hands again, squeezing him.
“Last one.” He ordered, finding one of your sweet spots, just below the ear.
“Killmonger.” You whispered into a gasp as your eyes fluttered closed and you squeezed down on him harder. Erik let go of your head then laid you down against the countertop. Not wasting any time, he releases himself from his shorts and slid into your pulsating warmth. No matter how many times you two have had sex, it still felt like the first time all over again. The tightness made you tense around his thickness; he’d grip your thighs and slap your ass and say, “Loosen up on me, girl.”
You would say, “I’m sorry, daddy.” Then mewl, arching your back even more. He lifted your thighs and pushed them back as far as your body would allow; knees meeting your inner bicep as he stretched you out further. You gripped the edge of island to steady yourself as Erik started fucking the absolute shit out of you. You said you wanted it hard, and that’s exactly what you got.
Erik planted his feet. He dug his nails into the back of your thighs as he pounded your pussy roughly. Screams turned into moans and moans turned into screams. You grit your teeth and shutter out your breath as Erik reached your spot over and over again. You try to arch to alleviate some of the pain in your lower back, but Erik’s grip is strong and the pleasure paralyzes you.
You scratched at his abs, the prickled skin tickling your fingers. You watched as his hips pistoned faster and faster; his dick entering you over and over as your stickiness coated him. “Look at me when I’m fucking you, princess.” You tried holding his intense gaze, but the overwhelming feeling made you shiver, unintentionally squeezing around his length. Your eyes fell shut and a loud gasp left your lips as you felt the beginning of your release. Erik removed himself from your body, making you whimper. “You cum when I feel like it.” He grumbled viciously. The dominant in him off set the submissive in you.
“Assume the position. You know what I like.” Erik demanded. You got down from the counter and crawled to his waist. Normally, you would listen, but the brat in you couldn’t help but take over, even for just a little. You kissed the tip. Your tongue slithered out like a serpent, wanting a small taste. You licked both sides of his dick before going to the underside and licking between his balls. “You don’t ever listen.” Erik gripped the back of your head, “When I tell you to do something, you do that shit.”
“I just want a taste, daddy.” Your playful demeanor aroused him even more.You slurped and sucked and choked on his dick until your throat felt on fire from lack of oxygen. You made it sloppy, just as he liked it. You had spit dribbling down both his dick and your chin.
“Oooh baby you nasty.” Erik nodded, loving the show you gave. As his head tilted back—a sign you knew as him about to cum, and as much as you would’ve loved to taste the sweet, yet salty taste of your man, you pulled back, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Erik sucked his teeth while you just giggled into a smirk. Erik reached around you and slapped your ass. “So you tryna play games today, huh? I’ma show yo lil ass, watch.” You crawled around in a different direction, like a cat. You jiggled your juicy ass in the air as you spread your legs and waited for him to make a move.
“Ahh!” You gasped, feeling the sting of another slap before hearing your husband’s feet move from behind you. You waited impatiently until something hot dripped down the small of your back and down your right and left cheek. “I always did like my desserts hot and ready.”
“Babyyyy.” You whined, feeling needy and impatient. You felt the warmth of his lips and the wetness of his tongue as he licked down the center of your back, and down to the small of it before reaching your right cheek. “Mmm..love them juicy peaches almost as much as I love yo ass.” Erik bit down on your right cheek, causing you to tense as your pussy dripped down between your thighs. “And I lick it when you’re sticky.” He reached beneath you, slapping your juicy pussy hard. You squirmed, both loving the friction but not the sting. As Erik repeated on the left cheek, you realized what he was trying to do. He was teasing you. Daring you to cum before he said you could. You had pushed your limits and knew daddy liked control.
Repeatedly, he slapped your pussy until your clit was pulsating and you were slick with slippery wetness. You tried holding out, but you didn’t know how much longer you could. You felt a hot peach land on the middle of your back and down to the small of your back again until you realized he was going to repeat his actions, just to continue teasing you. After he was down and you were a sopping mess, without warning, Erik entered you swiftly. Your body jerked forward and a gasp springed from your lips as you braced yourself, “You better be ready for me cause I was in a mood today and all I wanna do is fuck my frustration out. You hear me talkin’ to you?” A hard whack to your ass made you pay attention.
“Yess daddy.” You moaned out.
“Good princess. You cum when I say you can cum.” As Erik thrusted his hips almost violently, you braced your hands against your marble kitchen floors. You moans droned on like an alarm clock, feeling the tightness of your walls squeezing Erik automatically. You arched your back more; the deeper he went, the more full you felt. You itched to rub your clit for a quick release, but you knew that if you didn’t listen this time, the smacks would only get harder. A tingly sensation traveled from the top of your head to down the middle of your spine, reaching to your toes. Your nipples hardened and you wished that he played with them. Erik merely held your hips as he drilled into you, not giving you a moment of peace.
Minutes felt like hours, but every time he would slow his pace or speed up, more sensations traveled through your body, making you weaken your resolve. “Shit. Fuck, I feel close already—you ready to come baby?”
“Yes daddy please!” You begged, bracing yourself once again. His thick fingers reached in front of you, tweaking both nipples before reaching the apex of your thighs where the center of your pleasure lied. He rubbed your clit harshly, making you shrill out a scream so loud, it could’ve alerted neighbors. He slapped your clit, you met his thrusts. You came harder than you had in previous nights and yet, you knew this wasn’t the end of your pleasure.
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After showering, the party moved to the bedroom, where you and Erik laid naked under the covers, feeding each other leftover peach cobbler. Erik sat with his back to the large, wooden headboard and you straddled his waist, feeding him a small bowl of peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream at the bottom. His hands continued rubbing your ass beneath the sheets, and you kissed him every time you gave him a spoonful.
“Mm, baby.” His deep voice did something between your legs every time, “You put your foot in this shit, girl.” He moaned at how good the dessert tasted and how his wife’s lips felt against his skin.
“I did all of this for you, baby. For the both of us.” You whispered the last part, yet he heard it. He ripped the sheet from your body, making you shiver. Taking the bowl from your hands, he gently placed it on the nightstand as he said, “I know I’ve been hella busy and moody lately. Shit’s just been crazy lately.” You sat still as his hands moved to your shoulders. He rubbed them lightly as you pressed your forehead against his. You were his world. If it wasn’t right at home, then he wasn’t right. “But I’ma make this shit right, believe that.”
“I’ve just missed you, daddy.” You pouted, moving your hips slowly.
“Damn girl, can’t a nigga rest for a bit?” Erik laughed, stopping your hips. You pouted, rubbing your nose against his,
“No.” Your bratty side was coming out the more you sat there impatiently. You had planned to have your husband to yourself all weekend, and that included every minute of every hour. Erik didn’t like when you became a brat, but it rarely happened. He held a tight grip on your hips. You pecked his lips, “Please daddy? One more round?”
“Yn, baby, aren’t you tired?” He chuckled. You swept your head from side to side, making him laugh more. “You lucky I’m in a good mood, I don’t like all that bratty shit.”
Pecking his lips once more, you slowly turned it into a sensual liplock, long enough to distract him. Slowly you leaned into his chest, lifting yours hips to make room for his girth. One hand rubbed the back of his neck while the other teasingly jacked him off. Pulling out of the kiss, you whispered and nipped at his bottom lip, “I have wanted this for so long..” You felt him stiffen in your hand, “Just a weekend with you and nothing messing with that. That’s all I want, baby.” You mewled.
“You tryna be sore for work Monday?” Erik grunted, feeling you slide down his impressively large length.
“Daddy, I wanna be so sore, I won’t walk for a straight month.” You teased slowly and smoothly bouncing in his lap. Erik moved one hand to the back of your hair, the other to your ass. He slapped your ass cheeks with his heavy hand. Your moans toppled over his grunts. Pleasure consumed you both as you started bouncing faster now. He gave the back of your head a gentle squeeze as you pressed your hands to his chest. Feeling how deep he was made you cream all over him.
“That creamy pussy all for daddy? Huh? You making that pussy good and nasty for me?” Erik growled, brushing his lips against the base of your neck.
You moaned loudly, “Yes daddy!”
You panted heavily in the air as the wetness from your pussy made you more slippery. You started bouncing faster, moving your hips back and forth. Erik slapped your ass again, thrusting his own hips upwards to meet your movements. “Ahh, fuck! Fuck daddy, that’s my spot! That’s my spot!” You yelled, rolling your hips faster.
“Daddy deep in that pussy, ain’t I? I’m making you feel good, princess?” Erik gripped your hair in his hands, jerking your neck back. You leaned forward, panting against his ear as more cream spilled from between your lower lips and onto his steeled shaft. You whispered the most dirtiest things in his ear, making him frown with concentration as his hips thrusted faster into you.
“Daddy you’re so deep! I feel you in my stomach baby—ahh!” You squealed. You wanted to grip his dreads, but your hands were trapped against his chest as he circled his arms around yours and held you tight. He started jack hammering his thrusts, making you scream out. You encouraged him more, “Fuck this pussy up daddy!” You hissed, whimpering and speaking softly, “I want you to fill me up! Make this pussy drip. Make me cum hard for you daddy! I want that demon dick to fuck up my walls!” Erik let go of her hair and grabbed her neck, surprising her. She was being extra filthy tonight and it was enough to make him spill his cum. You stuck her tongue out and flicked it, causing Erik to smirk.
He did marry a freak after all.
“Assume the position.” Was all he needed to say before you was off his lap and on all fours, doggystyle. You laid flat against the bed, ass arched, face pressed down, and hands gripping the covers. Erik played with your pussy—it was shiny and wet and dripped enough for a taste. He smacked you on the ass before sliding back into the warmth of your pussy. He quickly covered your body with his, pressing all of his weight onto your back. His tip brushed past the hilt, nudging at your cervix. Snapping his hips, you screamed out a moan. His ass flexed with every thrust. You reached back, grabbing a hold of his locks as you moaned out over and over again.
“Please daddy! Fu-uck it f-ffeels so good! Give it to me! Cum in me hard baby!” His grunting sounded more like growls. With every thrust he slammed harder and moved faster. You both were practically bouncing off the bed and it felt so good it was painful. Letting go of his hair, you gripped the sheets and brought them to your lips, biting down. Erik lowered his chin; teeth gently biting on her neck,
“Nah, I wanna hear that nasty mouth you got.” He whispered.
Barely any words could form in your brain, much less come out of your mouth to reply back to him. You unlatched your mouth from the sheets, screaming out a moan so loud that it rattled the walls. Your lips quivered, teeth chattering as you tried to focus. “Fuck! Daddy! Cum!—Me—Pleeasseee!” Like I said, no comprehensible words could make a full sentence. He knew you had reached your word capacity.
Erik swelled within her walls. He felt the pinching urge to cum, and he was nearly close. Pulling out, Erik flipped you over because he wanted to see your face when you came. Sweat covered your brow and your edges stuck to your face as you panted heavily and waited for what position he would have you in next. Erik decided it was back to missionary as Erik snatched you up by the legs and slowly slid back in you. He held your hips up while he planted his knees into the mattress. While Erik rotated his hips, you bounced as much as you could, screaming for a release, “FUCK DADDY MAKE ME CUM! FUCK!!” Erik nodded with a wicked smile, loving how lost in pleasure you were. How you simply lost control when he had you losing your mind.
He then bent your legs back as far as you could take them, and then pistoned his hips faster. “Rub that juicy clit for daddy.” Erik demanded as he spat his saliva down on your clit. Your dreamy white acrylics gently scratched down your abdomen before the pads of your fingertips rubbed over your swollen clit. You rubbed it fast, tensing around his girthy dick before shrieking out a release as you came. Your body convulsed and he watched your eyes cross before rolling to the back of your head, arching your body from how strong you came. You shouted his name, “ERRIIIIIIIIIKKKKKK!!!” You body laid stuck as you tried to come down from your high.
Erik kept going, pounding you through one orgasm to another before you squirted and both of you came. Grunting with a slight hiss, Erik gripped your thigh tightly, leaving fingernail dents in your flesh before jerking his hips, leaving every drop of his seed within your womb. As he looked down, he noticed how shaky you were. Your body trembled beneath his. Slowly he released your legs; the ache in your thighs and hips had you curl up on the bed once he left the warmth of your pussy.
Semen slowly dripped out but he lightly pushed it back in. “What are the chances of you getting pregnant this weekend?” He asked out of nowhere. You side-eyed him, still out of breath and shivering cold,
“I’m assuming pretty high. Why, you tryin’ to knock me up?” Erik merely smirked before walking to the bathroom. You could hear him use the toilet before rushing water made your eyes slowly close. You were tired and you knew no more rounds could go on tonight. When you opened your eyes, you felt your body slowly feel lighter. Erik carried you and sat you down on the toilet before going back over to the tub to finish the bubble for the both of you. You used the toilet yourself before flushing and tried standing on wobbly legs. You gently fell against the wall and Erik reached over to you, picking you up and placing you in the water.
The hot water didn’t scold you and felt relaxing against your aching muscles. You felt relief, and soon, you felt you could doze off. Erik climbed in behind you, resting his strong, large arms around your body. You melted into his chest, feeling safe. Erik stared down at you, watching your eyes close for a moment. “Seriously, have you thought about having kids? You ain’t made me wear a condom even before our little...drought.”
“You wouldn’t have if I asked you to.” You replied, making him snicker, “I mean...We hadn’t talked about it but I think I might want kids one day.” You mumbled, leaning your head onto his bicep. Erik shroked your hair as he made it into a loose bun on top of your head. “...You want kids?”
“I do.” The answer surprised you. You never thought that Erik would want children. Much less this soon, even if you two felt married for a long time. You turned your head towards him and stared up at him. “I want at least two. Maybe three.”
“Are we really considering this? Are we trying this weekend?” You asked.
Erik nodded, biting his lip, “Hell yeah we trying. I think we ready.” Biting your lip, you agreed to start trying to conceive a baby. It wasn’t really planned, and it was so out of the ordinary, but you couldn’t wait for this next phase in your life, with Erik. You both talked more about it as the night turned into day. You each muted your phones and stayed in doors with no more distractions.
Yeah so…I’m back, kinda. I was originally gonna start back writing when I finished school, and then life got in the way, and I had so much I needed to do that I just didn’t feel inspired to come back to writing. But I am back now though, officially, just keeping up with a schedule is gonna be difficult.
I have other things I’m working on, so if you see old stuff being recycled, that’s why. I trying to write what I’m interested in and there will be more Michael B. Jordan content soon, just don’t know how soon. But I will try to keep up with all my stuff.
I have kinda switched gears on how and what I wanna write? It’s still pretty new but yeah, I’m not gonna write content with the expectation of readers reblogging or leaving feedback. I know now that’s not what y’all like to do, whatever happens, happens at this point.
Otherwise though, I’m thankful to be back and to know there’s still some people other who miss my earlier stuff :).
Summary: In Smeraldo Valley, CA, where humans and werewolves coexist, alliances are made between packs to protect those who wish to keep the peace between themselves and the humans, and those who wish to destroy it. Sadly, little human Akira Batiste just happened to be caught in the middle as her pack family has arranged for her to become part of one of the most powerful packs in the country— The Kim-Bangtan Pack. Strange things take place when everyone soon realizes that rebel packs have begun forming their own communities, making sure to terrorize humans and werewolves alike. How will Akira and Bangtan make it through?
Warnings: strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, kink exploration; 21+ readings is advised, do not read if you are under 21+, I am not responsible for what you choose to read.
The bass hits before you even make it through the door, steady reggaeton that hums through the walls, vibrating in your ribs. Someone’s laughter cuts through it, sharp and familiar, a mix of voices over the smell of rum and smoke.
Your boyfriend’s hand finds your waist as you step inside. The room’s crowded. Players, girlfriends, friends of friends. The air’s thick with heat, perfume, and bravado. You’ve been to a hundred nights like this. Nothing new. Nothing special.
You know he’s here before you see him. That low hum beneath your skin gives him away every time.
And then he’s there.
Kylian.
Leaning near the kitchen counter, white tee, dark jeans, a thin chain catching the light when he laughs at something someone says. Casual -- yet not a single person in the room could miss him. His gaze drifts lazily across the crowd until it finds you, and stays.
No smirk. Just that unreadable look that always feels like a touch.
“Drink?” your boyfriend asks, already reaching for a beer.
You nod, sliding beside him. He’s laughing with teammates within seconds, voice rising over the music. “Still can’t believe he cried about that tackle,” he says, grinning. “It’s football, not ballet.”
You don’t need to ask who he means.
Kylian’s voice cuts in from a few feet away. “Cried?” His tone is light, but the steel under it is impossible to miss. “Pretty sure your studs in my ankle did the crying.”
Laughter ripples through the group. Your boyfriend raises a brow. “Maybe stay on your feet next time.”
“Maybe learn to defend without kicking,” Kylian shoots back, smirk flickering across his mouth, directed at you, not him.
You barely breathe.
Someone nearby whistles, muttering careful, man. The tension buzzes, unspoken but alive.
Your boyfriend’s hand slides down the curve of your hip as he leans in to whisper something about your dress. You nod, smile, let him tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
But your eyes are still on Kylian.
You wonder if he’s thinking about the night in Germany, when your boyfriend left early and you stayed behind. When Kylian dragged you into the bathroom and made you ride him in silence, his hand clamped over your mouth while the Spanish team celebrated outside.
A shout from the patio pulls you back: pool table, shots, louder music. Your boyfriend’s hand presses to the small of your back. “Come on,” he says, grinning.
The bass grows heavier near the patio, reggaeton vibrating through the floorboards, the faint scent of chlorine bleeding in from the pool. Lights flash blue and gold across skin and glass. The group is larger here, beer bottles, bare legs, a mess of laughter.
You recognise the voices before the faces. Teammates. A few from Madrid. And him again.
Kylian’s perched on the edge of the pool table, cue stick balanced between his hands, his girlfriend beside him, perfect and glossy, like she walked out of a campaign shoot. Her manicured hand rests on his shoulder, polished fingers possessive.
You wonder if she knows he likes it rough. If she’s ever choked on his cock in the backseat of his car, lipstick smeared, gasping for breath while he called her a good girl through gritted teeth.
You doubt it. She looks like she prefers silk sheets and pillow talk.
“Didn’t think you’d still be in Madrid,” your boyfriend says, reaching out for a handshake. “Thought you’d be in camp already.”
Kylian shrugs. “Wanted a night off before the travel.” His tone is smooth, easy. His eyes aren’t on him when he says it.
You shift your weight. The hem of your dress rides a little higher.
“Good luck finding space to run here,” your boyfriend says, laughing.
Kylian lines up a shot, gaze fixed on the table. “I always find space.” The ball sinks cleanly. Then his eyes lift, straight to you.
Your pulse stutters. Your skin goes tight.
He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t blink. Just looks at you like he’s already picturing your thighs open for him. Not later. Now.
One of the Madrid players laughs, clapping his hands. “Alright, relax. You two look like you’re about to start a fight or… something else.”
Everyone laughs. Everyone except him.
“She’s just keeping an eye on the enemy,” your boyfriend jokes, sliding his arm around your waist.
Kylian’s mouth tilts. “Looks like she’s doing a good job.”
Your breath catches; you hide it behind your drink. The glass is cool against your lip, but your throat’s dry.
Your boyfriend’s thumb strokes your bare hipbone, it was sweet… and easy.
Kylian once gripped that same spot so hard you had to ice it after.
And then she speaks.
“So that’s the dress everyone’s been talking about,” Kylian’s girlfriend says, voice sugar-sweet, smile sharp. Her eyes sweep down your body, slow. “Brave choice. Not everyone can pull off that kind of cut.”
You feel every eye in the group flick between the two of you.
You take a small sip, let the silence stretch a heartbeat too long, then answer, calm and clear:
“It’s from the Dior exclusive. Limited run.” Your gaze slides to Kylian, deliberate. “The person who bought it said I’m the only one with the body for it.”
The air stills.
Kylian’s fingers tighten on the cue stick before he sets it down. The corner of his mouth curves, not a smirk, something darker. “He was right,” he says simply.
You remember the last time he said it. Voice rough, breath hot against your thigh, fingers buried deep while you trembled against the wall.
Her smile falters. Someone laughs awkwardly. The conversation stumbles back into motion, someone shouting for another round, someone spilling beer, more music.
But the room feels different now. Hotter. Smaller.
You can feel him watching again, steady and unrelenting. That invisible thread between you pulled tight. Stretched across drinks, across lies, across everything neither of you will ever say out loud.
Your boyfriend leans in to say something about the next camp. You nod automatically.
But when you glance up, just once, Kylian’s already watching. And this time, you don’t even try to look away.
You hold his gaze. Then you smile. Just a hint. Just enough to let him know you’re playing.
He tilts his head, subtle. Curious. Waiting for you to blink first.
You don’t.
Instead, you turn to your boyfriend, rise onto your toes, and kiss him, slow, sweet and lingering. Just enough to make a point.
You can feel Kylian’s stare burn into the back of your neck.
Your boyfriend chuckles under his breath. “What was that for?”
You shrug. “Felt like it.” Petty. Calculated. Exactly how you like it.
You glance back again, it was innocent, like you forgot he was even there. He hasn’t moved. Not one inch. His jaw ticks once. The hand on his thigh flexes.
You want him focused on you. Want him hard under the table, thinking about your mouth. Want him to remember what it’s like to fuck you in secret and walk back into the room like nothing happened.
You turn toward the bar and start walking. Your boyfriend stays behind, pulled into a conversation with someone from Valencia.
As you pass Kylian, you let your fingers trail lightly over the pool table near where he sits. Just a whisper of contact, like your body couldn’t help itself.
You don’t look at him.
But you know what he’s thinking.
He’s thinking about the way your legs wrap around his waist when you pull him deeper. The way your breath stutters when he goes rougher. The sounds you make when you're trying to be quiet.
He's already getting hard.
You reach the bar. Order something cold. Something sharp.
He follows a minute later. Doesn’t speak. Just leans beside you, close enough that your arms nearly touch.
You sip your drink. Let the silence settle.
“You like playing with fire?” he asks, voice low, quiet enough that only you can hear it over the music.
You glance at him, lips curling. “I want the burn.”
He huffs a short breath. Not quite a laugh. Not quite disbelief either.
His gaze drops to your mouth. Then your neck. Your bare collarbone. His eyes linger on the faint red mark that your boyfriend left earlier. He stares too long.
You tilt your head, exposing it further. “Jealous?” you murmur.
His hand flexes again. “Not of him,” he says.
You hum, unconvinced. Then you take a slow sip from your glass, turn your body toward him like a secret, and say, quiet enough to sound intimate, “You look good tonight. Clean. Controlled.”
His brow arches. “And?”
You lean in, just slightly. “I like you messy.”
He blinks. Just once. But you see it.
You place your drink down and walk away before he can respond.
The hallway is dark. You don’t turn on the light.
You know he’s right behind you. His steps are silent but heavy, filled with intent. You don’t even bother checking if your boyfriend’s still at the bar. If he’s watching. If he suspects. You stopped caring the second you felt Kylian’s stare slice across the room and sink into your skin like a blade.
The guest bathroom door clicks shut behind you.
Then he’s on you.
No words, no warning, just hands, heat and breath.
Your back hits the wall with a thud that makes the picture frame rattle. His mouth crashes into yours, rough and possessive, tasting like wine and want. It’s violent. Filthy. Perfect.
He fists the back of your dress in one hand and yanks it up, the fabric bunching around your hips. You gasp into his mouth, from how much you need him. How desperate he is. How desperate you are.
“Fuck,” he mutters into your neck, one hand already between your legs. He doesn’t ease in, just cups you through your panties, feels the heat, the wet. “This what you wanted?”
You bite back a moan and nod, breath stuttering. His fingers press harder. Slide along the soaked line of you.
“You walk around all night with him,” he says, jaw clenched against your throat, “but this pussy’s still mine, isn’t it?”
You don’t answer. Not out loud.
You just reach down, pull your panties to the side, and grab his wrist, guide his fingers exactly where you need them.
He groans, deep and low, then slips two fingers inside like he owns the place. Like he’s done it a hundred times, because he has. You clench around him instantly, needy, slick and shameless.
“God, you’re already fucking dripping,” he groans, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit as his fingers curl. “Bet he doesn’t even know what this pussy sounds like when it gets greedy.”
You whimper. Because he’s right. Your boyfriend doesn’t get you like this. No one does.
Only Kylian.
He sinks to his knees without warning.
You brace a hand on the wall, the other tangled in his curls as he pulls your leg over his shoulder and buries his face between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue is long and slow, claiming.
“Kylian-” you gasp, already throbbing, already close.
But he doesn’t slow. Doesn’t stop. Just groans into your cunt like he’s starving and you’re the last meal on earth.
His tongue drags through your folds, filthy and greedy, like he’s marking territory. His mouth is wet and relentless. He eats you like he’s angry you didn’t come find him sooner. Like he’s pissed you made him wait.
“You let him fuck you tonight?” he rasps against your cunt, tongue still working you open. “Huh? You let him put his mouth here?”
You don’t answer. You can’t.
His hand smacks your thigh. Once. Sharp. “Answer me.”
You moan. “No.”
He moans, full of bitter satisfaction. “Fucking right you didn’t. You saved this for me.”
His fingers spread your folds. His tongue flicks over your clit fast, merciless. You twitch in his hold. He groans when you grab his hair, rutting his face deeper between your thighs.
“Look at you,” he mutters, low and rough. “Fucking dripping for me. While your boyfriend plays nice downstairs.”
You moan.
“And my girl’s just across the room,” he adds, tone dark now, cruel. “Told her I was grabbing a drink.”
He laughs, right against your cunt.
“She’s probably smiling at him right now.”
Your breath stutters.
“And if they knew…” his voice drops, dangerous and amused, “...if either of them knew you let me drop to my knees like this, let me eat this pretty pussy like it’s mine…”
You gasp as he sucks hard, tongue flicking, fingers digging into your ass.
“...you think they’d still look at us the same?”
Your head slams back against the wall.
He’s good at this. Too good.
He doesn’t give you a second to breathe. His mouth is all heat and spit, tongue dragging over your clit, slow and mean, then fast again — alternating until your legs start to shake.
“You like this, don’t you?” he groans. “You like sneaking around. Getting eaten out by me while you pretend to be so fucking innocent.”
You choke on a moan, hips grinding down into his face.
“You're not sweet,” he mutters against you. “You're a fucking whore for it.”
That tips you over.
You come with a sharp cry, thighs clamping tight around his head, cunt pulsing against his mouth. He doesn’t let up. Sucks you through it, hands holding your hips down like he wants to drag out every twitch, every tremor, every ounce of your orgasm until you’re squirming from overstimulation.
When you finally pull on his head, he lifts it.
His mouth is a mess.
His jaw glistens. His eyes are dark, hooded, but so smug. He wipes his chin with his hand and rises to his feet slowly.
You’re still panting, half ruined against the wall, dress hitched up, legs unsteady.
He leans in, mouth grazing your ear. “Next time, don’t make me watch you kiss him first.”
His mouth is on yours before you even speak. Tongue sharp. Teeth catching. It's not a kiss. It’s a bite.
You shove him back.
He lets you - stumbles, even - until his spine hits the counter and his hands grip your hips like he needs something to hold onto.
“Five minutes,” you snap.
He grins, breath hot against your cheek. “I only needed three.”
You don’t laugh. Don’t even blink.
Your fingers go straight to his jeans, slow and unhurried, popping each button open one by one like you're unwrapping something expensive.
He twitches under your touch. His smirk fades just a little.
You palm him through the fabric, slow drag, full pressure. You can feel how hard he is already, cock straining beneath the denim, leaking for you.
You stroke him again. Once, twice, just to watch him flinch.
He hisses between his teeth. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
You raise your eyes to his, sharp and calm. “Don’t tell me you missed me”
Then you drop to your knees.
He curses, low and breathless, already losing the thread, and reaches for his fly, hands fumbling to yank his jeans down fast enough, boxers shoved just far enough to free himself.
His cock springs out, flushed and wet, thick and heavy in your face like he’s been aching for this since the second he saw you walk in wearing that dress.
And you don’t wait. You don’t tease.
You just take him in one breathless motion. Lips stretched, jaw aching, spit already slicking your chin as your mouth seals around him.
He groans, low and broken. His head tips back, eyes fluttering shut. His hand finds your hair, anchoring hard.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re such a fucking problem.”
You hum, deep and dangerous, and let him feel the vibration in the base of his cock.
He twitches on your tongue.
You slide down farther. Slow. Intentional. Let him feel every inch of it. The slick heat, the pressure of your throat, the scrape of your teeth when you want him to flinch. You wrap one hand around the base, stroke in time with the bob of your head, wet, noisy and unforgiving.
He watches you in the mirror now; jaw tight, chest heaving. Watches the way you spit on him again just to make it messier. Watches your cheeks hollow, your mouth stretch wide. Watches your lipstick smear across your face and his skin like a brand.
He tries to stay still.
He doesn’t last.
His hips start to roll, slow and shallow, like he can’t help it. His cock presses deep, right to the back of your throat, and you let it. Let him fuck your mouth while your fingers dig crescents into his thighs.
And now he’s here. Standing in a bathroom with your lips around his cock, while his girlfriend - all clingy perfume and faux laughter - is two floors below, still smiling like she owns him.
Still holding on like you didn’t have his cum in your mouth two nights ago.
You suck harder.
Sloppier. Faster.
Your throat tightens as he pushes in deeper. You gag, just a little, and he groans like it’s his name you’re choking on.
“Fuck… yes…” he rasps, voice fraying. “Just like that.”
You pull off with a wet gasp. Your mouth is ruined. Lipstick smeared, spit dripping from your chin. You wipe it with your hand and stroke him slow, watching his cock twitch in your fist.
“She didn’t let go of you all night,” you say, soft and cruel.
His brow pulls low, breath stuttering.
“She kept touching you. Holding your hand. Laughing at everything you said like that would keep you beside her.”
You lean in, lick a slow stripe up the length of his cock. He twitches again. The tip leaks across your tongue.
“She really thought she had you.”
You look up at him, spit and lipstick smeared across your face. “But you still ended up here.”
He exhales a shaky breath, hand tightening in your hair.
“I wore this dress because you told me to.” Your voice is low, throat-sore. “Said you wanted something short. Tight. Easy to fuck.”
You swirl your tongue around the head, slow and deliberate.
He groans, hoarse and wrecked.
“Wanted you thinking about it all night. Wondering how fast you could get it off me. If I was wearing anything under it.”
You take him in again. This time deeper. Let your nose brush his stomach, throat closing around him, swallowing him whole.
His breath breaks.
His hips jerk.
“Fucking…” he bites out, “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
You pull back one last time, wet and glistening, and smile like sin.
“Good. I want it messy.”
That breaks him.
He grabs your wrist, yanks you up, spins you around. You barely catch the edge of the sink before he’s got your dress bunched around your hips and your panties shoved to the side.
You’re already wet.
Already aching.
And when he thrusts in, thick, hard and unforgiving, the stretch knocks the breath clean from your lungs.
Your moan punches out loud and raw.
The first thrust is sharp. The second is deeper. By the third, he’s pounding into you like he hates you for letting this happen. Like he’s mad you’re this tight, this soaked, this ready for him.
Your fingers scramble for purchase on the counter. Your cheek hits the mirror.
And still, he keeps going.
“Fucking hell,” he grits, breath ragged. “Still so tight for me. Like this pussy knows who it belongs to.”
You moan, high and breathless.
His palm flattens between your shoulder blades, pressing you down. His other hand fists your hair and jerks your head up so you’re staring straight into your own ruined reflection.
“Look.”
You do. Your eyes are glassy. Your mascara’s starting to run. Your mouth is parted and your body is bouncing from every sharp thrust.
“You look so used,” he growls. “So fucked.”
You whimper. You love it. You hate that you love it.
“You like this, don’t you?” His voice is in your ear now, low and mean. “Getting fucked in the dress I picked, while she’s still downstairs thinking she means something.”
You clench around him, helpless.
“Knew you’d wear it. Knew you wanted this. Wanted me.” He bites out every word like it costs him something. “You walked in here with your hand in his, but this is where you end up. Every fucking time.”
Your body’s close to shattering. Thighs shaking, walls fluttering, every muscle pulled tight.
He feels it.
“Gonna come?” he pants. “Gonna soak my cock while she waits for me to come back and hold her hand again?”
You cry out, loud and raw, and then you’re coming, vision blurring, legs almost giving out, cunt clenching around him so hard he nearly folds over your back.
He groans, deep and feral, and buries himself inside you, pulsing through his orgasm, coming hard, heat flooding you.
No after. No pause.
Just the slam of his hips and the soft curse of his breath.
He pulls out before you’re steady.
You can feel it. The leak of him between your thighs, the ache, the mess - as you straighten up, skin flushed, dress wrinkled, your lipstick long gone.
No kiss.
No softness.
Just the sound of him zipping his pants and adjusting his shirt in the mirror. He wipes his hand on a towel.
You fix your hair in silence. Reapply your gloss with shaky fingers. Pretend like your legs aren’t trembling.
Neither of you speaks. No kiss. No touch. No after. Just the sound of the lock clicking again as he opens the door and walks out first.
You follow a minute later.
Your boyfriend’s still across the room, laughing with his teammates.
Kylian doesn’t look at you.
And you don’t look at him.
Because this isn’t love.
It’s just need.
Messy. Selfish. Casual.
And it’s exactly what you both keep coming back for.
Kinktober Masterlist
Taglist: @simplementemeencantafutbol - lmk if you want to join x
Thank you everyone with being so patient with me. I had a lot of things happen recently that I felt I had no control over and, as you know, grief has been the hardest to get over. I feel like I should thank you all for being so understanding with my grieving, and allowing me time to myself so, here’s what I’ve been working on so far:
“We thought you were napping, princess.” Hoseok greeted her, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she approached him. She stared up at him, her brown doll-like eyes filled with enough temptation to make him crack.
“I was until I realized Joonie wasn’t next to me.” She turned, finding him sitting on the couch with an apologetic expression, “Please don’t be upset with him, I wanted him to touch me. And though I’m trying to get used to having more than one mate, I feel the same way about all of you.” A chorus of groans filled the room as they all tried refraining from acting on instinct.
“Namjoon’s not in trouble princess, we’re just trying to figure out the best way to navigate this part of our relationship with you without hurting you. We’ve never dated a human before, we don’t know all of what your body can handle.” Hoseok explained.
“If it’s about our relationship and my body, shouldn’t I be a part of that discussion?” Akira frowned, confused as to how the pack they claim she’s a part of decided to hold a meeting without her, “If I’m your Omega like you claim I am, shouldn’t I be present?”
“You’re right,” Namjoon held out his hand to her, prompting her to move towards the couch. She grabbed his hand, making her way to his lap, “we should’ve included you, and we’re sorry. We were trying to best bring up the subject with you without making you uncomfortable or making it awkward.”
“We don’t want to physically hurt you. This is very new for us.” Hoseok admitted.
“This is new for me too, Hobi.” Akira urged, “I am learning how to trust people again and finding what works for me. This is the first time I ever had anyone ever care about me, and I’m beyond grateful for that…but I’m 26 years old, and I’m just now figuring out sex as an adult, stuff that wasn’t taught to me in high school. I’m finding that I have actual free will and I want to experience things I’ve never experienced before. I know you’re all worried, I am too.” Akira looked around the room at their concerned faces, “But I can’t stay scared at every little thing that comes up in our relationship, I don’t want us to live like that.”
“You’re right.” Namjoon whispered, squeezing her hip, “We need to focus on what’s best for you and your relationship with us, going forward.”
Again, thank you for being patient . I promise to update soon.
Sorry for being behind on this next chapter. I had a death in the family, and then I got sick with an upper respiratory infection. I’m still trying to process my grief and everything , as well as work so I’m just moving at a pace I’m currently able to work at.
BTS x Reader, omegaverse, mafia au, references to SA, fated mates au
Safety is a concept that has turned foreign along the years. Safety is a luxury that I cannot afford, and I grew used to this reality. Never would I have guessed that visiting the new café right in front of my job would change my life forever. For better or worse.
Gravity
@velvetvisionsaurora
ATEEZ x Reader, omegaverse au, idol au, Omega Reader, prospective KQ employee Reader, Alpha ATEEZ, ATEEZ pack
When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.
As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.
no-fly zone
@liuhsng
Jay x Reader, omegaverse au, fated mates au, pure-blooded Alpha Jay, Omega Reader, enemies to lovers
park jongseong—better known as jay, had everything: wealth, power, and a name that carried undeniable influence. a pureblooded alpha and the only son of a family that dominated the aviation industry, he was sharp enough to take over the business and reckless enough to make the upper-ups lose patience. despite his position as student council treasurer, his reputation preceded him: missed deadlines, flawless grades, and a habit of picking the wrong fights. their solution? a tutor. a glorified babysitter. and, of course, it had to be you. an omega with a spotless record, a name as weighty as his own, and an infuriating presence that had always stood in his way. your families worked together, but you and jay never had. now, forced into each other’s space, the line between rivalry and something far more dangerous begins to blur.
Please
@sailorsoons
Seungcheol x Reader, omegaverse au, Alpha Seungcheol, Omega Reader, coworkers to lovers, unexpected heat, possessive Seungcheol
A heatwave in your city makes dealing with your hormones more difficult than usual. Getting locked in a lobby at work for an hour with an alpha makes it ten times worse. Thankfully, Seungcheol is there to help you - and maybe a little more.
Their Only Omega
@mauveisroyalexo
BTS x Reader, omegaverse au, BTS pack, fated mates, human Reader (maybe?), familial abuse, violence, discrimination, trauma and healing
In Smeraldo Valley, CA, where humans and werewolves coexist, alliances are made between packs to protect those who wish to keep the peace between themselves and the humans, and those who wish to destroy it. Sadly, little human Akira Batiste just happened to be caught in the middle as her pack family has arranged for her to become part of one of the most powerful packs in the country— The Kim-Bangtan Pack. Strange things take place when everyone soon realizes that rebel packs have begun forming their own communities, making sure to terrorize humans and werewolves alike. How will Akira and Bangtan make it through?
Could This Be Out of Line
@kambun
Na Kamden x Reader, omegaverse, Alpha Kamden, Omega Reader, childhood friends to lovers, idol au
As if it were some twisted joke, you presented two days after Kamden left. Two days. It only took two days of him being gone for you to present as an omega. And suddenly, all of those times you snuggled closer to Kamden to share his body heat when you suddenly felt cold and began to shiver out of nowhere made a lot more sense.
You hadn’t seen each other in person since then, though you regularly spoke on the phone. So, naturally, Kamden jumped at the opportunity to see you again. Somehow, though, it slipped your mind to tell him about being an omega. What could possibly go wrong by not telling your alpha friend that you were an omega?
Summary: While Akira recovers from her injuries, Bangtan notice a shift in Akira’s behavior, both physically and mentally. Akira also learns more about her family’s history, raising more questions than answers for her.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of serious injuries; talk of depression; lots of crying; angst, lycan lore, strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21
WC: 9,873
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“She still can’t speak, what’s the issue doc? Why can’t my mate speak?!”
A week had passed since the incident Akira faced. She was able to wake without much of a blurry vision, though it was still difficult to see. Half the time, she couldn’t make out who was in front of her; the only people she could recognize was Jungkook, the raised skin from his tattoos was a dead giveaway, as well as Yoongi, from the scar on his face. The bruising to her body was slowly healing. Both her ankle and wrist were bandaged due to a sprain. The swelling in both eyes had gone down some, but not much, which still impaired her vision. The doctor was able to fix her nose, also still bandaged and the cuts were still held together by surgical glue and stitches for some.
But the worst was her breathing. Three broken ribs meant tightly wound bandages around her torso. It proved to be difficult when her throat was still damaged from being choked. The nasty bruise around her throat was evident that her larynx still hadn’t healed fully, “She’s still wheezing, she should be talking by now, it’s been a week!”
The doctor sighed, “Mr. Min, I assure you that this is normal. Her throat is still badly bruised, it’s going to take time for her to speak.” Yoongi, all with the rest of Bangtan, turned towards Akira as the doctor walked closer. Every time he did, she flinched. She knew logically, he wasn’t a threat, but mentally, she wasn’t there yet. Akira still couldn’t see and she didn’t have heightened senses like her male counterparts. Understandably, she was jumpy.
“Shh, hey, hey, I’m right here, you’re ok.” Yoongi calmed Akira as her hoarse whimpers grew louder. He grabbed her hand and held it to his face, “It’s Yoongi. Yoongi.” He whispered back. Her fingers trailed down his scar and her heart rate slowly dropped to normal. Hand falling limp as Yoongi grabbed it once more and held it. A few of the men looked away, hurt by the damage that was done, while others just simply walked out the room, it being too much to bear.
“Akira, I need to see how far along your throat’s healing. Can you open your mouth for me?” The doctor asked patiently. Though she hesitated, Akira did as he asked. “Yeah, still some swelling. The warm fluids has reduced it tremendously though, just keep drinking warm to room temperature drinks, nothing with sugar in it. Are you able to try and speak today, Ms. Batiste?” Akira winced, shaking her head ‘no’.
“Her name is Kim. It’s Akira Kim now.” Namjoon spoke with an authoritative coldness that edged out. He sat on the window seal very still and quiet, as if his mind was racing with millions of possibilities to detach Akira from the Batiste name. He never held such hate in his heart before this. Every day he struggled to hold onto what little was left of his humanity. Akira was the only thing keeping him together.
“Apologies. Ms. Kim, we’ll see about talking in a couple of days or so, when the swelling has gone down.” After the doctor left, Yoongi remained by Akira’s side. He kissed her hand and whispered how everything was going to be ok. “Where’d the pups go?” Yoongi asked, referring to Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook.
“Hobi took them outside, they were still too upset. Their scent was starting to sour.” Jin sighed, sitting down in a chair in the far corner of the room. Akira turned her head to his voice, seeing a blurry figure sitting near the corner. Jin smiled weakly, “I’m here, sweetheart. We’re all here.” They sadly watched as tears streamed down her face. The pain of their mate left their wolves in agony. Over the next few days, Akira eventually started to get better. She could sit up without being in pain. Her sight was getting better, still blurry but only slightly. Thankfully, there was no brain damage from the amount of head trauma she received so her cognitive abilities were still intact.
“H-Home?” Her voice left in a whisper as it was still bruised and swollen and hoarse. The doctor, feeling that she would be well taken care of, released her to go home, but she had no clue where that would be.
“Yes baby, you’re going home with us from now on.” Namjoon replied. Akira sat on the hospital bed, just as confused as before. “We feel that you’re safer with us. Rules and ceremonies be damned, you’re coming home with us.” Akira looked down at her hands, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The men all noticed that Akira didn’t seem all that excited. Yet, they did take into account that she almost nearly died at the hands of her father and eldest brother, so her solemn spirit was expected. After helping her into a wheelchair, Namjoon exited the hospital room. Outside the room, Jin stood, waiting. Everyone was at home, moving Akira’s things and getting her room ready. “The pups are excited to have you home with us. I’ll make sure that they leave you alone to rest though, they can get a little rowdy.” Jin joked.
“P-Pup?” Akira stuttered softly, raising a hand to point at herself. Jin smiled,
“Yes, I guess since technically, you are the youngest, you’d be a pup too.” Akira could barely speak in full sentences at the moment. The physical trauma left by her father brought on psychological ones as well. After discharging her from the hospital, Namjoon waited with her outside while Jin brought the car around,
“I know everything is a lot right now…but I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you again, Akira.” Akira made out Namjoon’s blurry face. She reached out to touch it, making him lay his cheek in the palm of her hand. She was sad she could no longer make out his face, no matter how much she blinked.
“Joon…” Akira sounded winded and out of breath. Namjoon held onto her hand, moving forward to kiss her gently on the forehead,
“Yeah baby, it’s Joon.” If he didn’t know better, Namjoon would’ve thought he saw a hint of a smile on Akira’s face. The car pulled up just as Namjoon stood to his full height. Jin hopped out and opened the door, then helped Namjoon get Akira inside. “I’ll sit in the back with her.” Jin nodded, watching Namjoon climb in the back seat. Throughout the drive, Akira had dozed off. The medication they gave made her drowsy. Namjoon sighed a sigh of relief as Akira dropped her head on his shoulder, “This is killing me. I’m supposed to be a leader and yet the one thing I couldn’t do was protect her. I should’ve listened to everyone and brought her home sooner.”
“She’s not going to see it that way. Right now, she’s going to see you as her Alpha, as her protector. It’s you that she trusts more than ever right now. Do not let this guilt consume you, Joon-ah. You did nothing wrong.” Jin assured him. Namjoon just stared down at Akira, who fell asleep on his shoulder. The light wheeze of her breath a concern of his. Throughout the ride, neither felt as though they could relax until you were home with them. When the streets turned into winding forest back roads the deeper they went, it wasn’t far off until they reached their large two story home. The grey washed brick contrasted beautifully with the black matte exterior. Stone driveway paths lead to the two door garage and large oak door; while others lead to a tiny lake pond out front. Large windows let out warm lighting as the glow from inside made it homey.
The exterior at the back of the house was no different, with steps leading down to large land with miles of green and a large pavilion that held guests whenever family and friends visited. The patio area was decked out with black and cream pillows and chairs and sheet curtains to keep bugs away. Pulling up to the driveway, Taehyung and Hoseok watched wearily as Taehyung paced back and forth. Namjoon moved Akira off his shoulder as Jin came to a stop in front of the steps. Taehyung quickly met Namjoon at the car door, opening it in such a hurry that Namjoon had to shush him, “She’s sleeping. They have her heavily medicated.” Taehyung nodded, licking his lips as he apologized.
“Where is everyone else?” Jin questioned just as Namjoon lifted Akira gently into his arms.
“Yoongi has Jimin and Jungkook making lunch for everyone. Tae and I just finished getting Akira’s room ready.” Hoseok stared fondly at Akira, wishing she was awake to greet them. Whatever drugs they gave her, Akira was completely knocked out. She didn’t feel Namjoon pick her up. She didn’t feel him ascending the large staircase with her in his arms. She didn’t even feel when he tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. But the moment she felt Namjoon slipping away, she grabbed his sleeve immediately, “Nnoooo…Joon..”. Like any alpha, Namjoon could not ignore the cries of his mate. He sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing hold of the hand that reached for him, “Guess I’m staying here.”
“Do you want us to bring up your food? I think she’ll be able to eat the soup Jimin’s making.” Taehyung asked. Without tearing his eyes from her, Namjoon nodded lightly. He brought Akira’s hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. They all stared quietly, helplessly as she slept. Hoseok sighed, feeling tired all of a sudden. He sat at the foot of the bed, looking troubled, “We have to make this legal, Joon-ah. We never did the ceremony, her father or grandmother has the legal standing to take her back. She’s not ours until she’s completely ours.”
During a crossing ceremony, once an alpha claims their mate, the mate crosses out the name of their familial pack and takes on their own. It is essentially a wedding of sorts. Usually done in front of the families, the council, and friends. The head of the familial pack and the head of the mate’s pack sign their names as well, sealing the bond completely. Unfortunately, due to circumstances, that hasn’t happened for Bangtan yet.
“I know that. She just needs time to heal. Please Hobi-hyung, can’t it wait?” Namjoon begged.
Hoseok sighed, “It can, but not for long. We need to do this right. She needs to be able to receive everything in case one of us—.”
“Dies?” Taehyung questioned softly, “Isn’t it a little early for that, hyung?” Taehyung frowned.
“With the way the rebels are reaching across the states, we might not be afforded time. She needs to be well taken care of if something happens.” While the pack loved Hoseok’s logical nature, the timing felt wrong. “Other than that, we have more pressing concerns. How are we gonna take care of her?”
Taehyung stared, confused,“What do you mean?”
“I mean how are we…gonna bathe her.” Hoseok stared awkwardly at the comforter set as the room grew silent. Awkwardness flowed through the room. Jin coughed,
“I think she can bathe herself, it’s the undressing part we’ll have to deal with. We shouldn’t make this awkward for her, it’s perfectly normal to need help.”
“Well count me out.” Namjoon shook his head, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, “My wolf barely contained himself when we made out, it’s not gonna survive seeing her naked.”
“Hey!” Jin scolded, “Honestly, Joon-ah.” Jin tisked, shaking his head.
“What?! I’m being honest—do you not see how gorgeous she is?! I’m surprised it didn’t come out the first day!” Namjoon whispered harshly, checking back at Akira to make sure she was asleep still. “You didn’t smell how good she smelled hyung. I almost couldn’t control my wolf, that hasn’t happened in years.”
“Maybe our betas should stick to helping her, then.” Taehyung coughed, awkwardly scratching the side of his neck.
“Normally our betas aren’t affected but Akira is different.” Jin confessed, “Even Jimin said he felt pulled to her. Normally, us betas wouldn’t feel magnetic energy but again, Akira is different, and I have no clue why.”
“You think it has something to do with her grandmother being a Divine?” Hoseok pondered.
Jin sighed, “That, I’m not sure of.”
— — —
The following days, everyone took shifts trying to have Akira adjust while in recovery. Bathing and showering she could manage on her own until it got to her hair. Trying to wash it proved difficult when raising her arms; the tightness from her injuries nearly made her pass out from the ache. The guys didn’t mind messing up a few towels and clothes if it meant stepping into the walk in shower to help her. Jimin volunteered, having watched and studied multiple videos on her hair type. “I didn’t realize your hair was longer than this, love.” Jimin smiled, noticing her coils elongate even further past tailbone length.
“I never…cut..my hair..” Though her breathing was still shallow and at times difficult, Akira was able to start talking again, albeit a whisper. It was difficult for Akira to raise her voice; the soreness was raw at the base of her throat. Jimin curled his fingers at the root, massaging her head gently. Akira closed her eyes, sighing softly. Jimin, amongst all of them, was more than happy to try and make Akira as comfortable and as safe as possible. Though he didn’t expect to see so much of her exposed body so soon, seeing as how they never had their date yet, Jimin tried with all his might to not be tempted. He loved looking at her cocoa melanated skin. Glistening under the few water drops as the steam from the shower engulfed them. Her hair covered the small of her back, barely teased by the now soaking wet body towel. Her neck looked inviting, just waiting to be bitten.
He’s a Beta, he’s not supposed to stir up these rabid emotions his wolf was causing. They’re supposed to be neutral—exactly what was Akira doing to his pack?
‘Omega smells so good. I need to know if she tastes the same.’
“Cool it.” Jimin growled, rinsing out the shampoo from Akira’s hair.
Akira turned slightly, “Hm?” A confused expression on her face. Jimin nearly moaned at the look she gave him; her innocent eyes staring up at him while hands held up a wet towel that did little to cover her chest.
He took a deep breath, her sweet, brown sugar chocolate scent deepened due to the shower, “Nothing, just my wolf causing trouble.” Jimin chuckled.
“Mm.” Akira turned back around, back straightened. Jimin continued washing her hair until it felt as soft as the sweater he gifted her. When he was done, he turned off the water and left to get them both new towels. Being a gentleman, he looked away when he held a towel up to Akira, making sure she was covered before bringing her to the vanity sink, where her hair products were.
“I’m afraid I’m not good at braiding, love.” Jimin tutted, still trying to master how to care for her, yet not quite there yet. Though she wasn’t looking at him, a habit she seems to have formed with all the guys lately, she did give him a small, light smile. Akira loved that he was at least trying.
“A ponytail…is fine…for now.” She replied breathlessly.
Jimin made sure to detangle and put in the right products before placing her hair in a ponytail. He then left her to dry off and get ready for an afternoon of lounging around; her clothes folded neatly on the counter as she got her unscented shea butter and lotion to put on before layering it with some cocoa scented body oil. The soft oversized sweater Jimin had gifted her months ago—so pink and plush like cotton candy—laid next to a pair of rose pink silk shorts. After finding a way to get dressed, Akira slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom door. Jimin was throwing the blanket Taehyung made for her onto the bed when he heard the crack of the bathroom door. His soft smile reassured her, but still, she needed help getting to the bed as her vision still continued to be blurry. She could make out the outlines of his face, but slowly, it would take a while for her full vision to come back to her.
Jimin took quick strides to get to her, holding his arm out to her, “Where do you want to sit, the bed or the couch?”
“Bed..please..” Akira murmured softly. The spacious room was probably bigger than anything she’s ever had. The large suite opened up to a cream colored room with plush beige carpeting. A black stone fireplace sat offset to the large four poster canopy bed with mountains of pillows. Some of Akira’s things had been placed away while a few things remained in her large walk-in closet. The closet led to her massive bedroom where black stone heated flooring covered the floor, matching the shower room where a large soaking tub sat on one end and a shower bench with rainfall shower heads hung on the other. On the other side of the room sat two seating areas, one underneath a large windowsill; two chairs and an end table. The other seating area she had, separated by two steps leading into a living room area. The wide L-shaped cream colored couch still allowed room for a small coffee table, an entertainment area where her large television sat, and matching chair to the couch.
To Akira, it felt like a mini apartment, but to the guys, it was her private den. A place where their omega could relax in peace and not be disturbed. They each wanted Akira to feel safe in their home, away from anything or anyone they could harm her.
But Jimin, like the rest of his pack, noticed a dimness in her eyes. The sweet, gentle woman they had grown to love had become listless and nervous. She hardly smiled anymore. She barely comes out of her room since her meals are brought to her. And any time she is out of her room, she’s holding onto one of them for dear life. Fear. Fear is what has Akira shaking every day and night. Fear is what has her looking over her shoulders, head on a constant swivel. It was the fear of her family that had her crying out every night, as if reliving the same moment over and over. No one knew how to comfort her. But no one gave up, either.
“No walks today love? How about some tv?” Akira nodded as Jimin pulled back the covers, allowing her to get into bed. He then sat beside her, grabbing the remote to turn on something for her to listen to. It didn’t matter what was on, Akira would just lay her head on Jimin’s shoulder and fall asleep anyway. “Tired already? We haven’t even started yet. Jimin giggled.
“Always…t-tired…now.” Akira muttered, feeling how drowsy the pain meds she took early made her feel. Jimin bit his lip, worried about her state, ‘Hyung? I’m worried about Akira, she doesn’t look so good.’
Within minutes, feet raced up the stairs and started towards Akira’s room. The door cracked open, as to not startle her. Jimin looked up; Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung walked in with Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon unfortunately stuck at work, both crowding their mind-link with questions. Jimin assured them that medication was the issue, “I think her medicine is what’s making her act this way. She can barely keep her eyes open or sit up.”
Jin sat in front of Akira, knowing he broke the rule of being invited to her nest, but it was urgent, “Hey there tiny lady, can you open your eyes for me?” Though she struggled, Akira managed to open her eyes long enough to see Jin smile. “There’s our pretty girl. How about you rest and we figure out what to do about your meds, ok?”
“Yes…Jinnie…” Akira sighed, closing her eyes once again as she laid down fully. Jimin tucked her in, softly pushing away loose hairs from her face. He looked on the verge of tears,
“These pills..they’re sucking the life out of her, Jin.” Jimin whimpered.
“It’s not just the pills, her depression has made itself back into her mind. Everything she endured, it’s beginning to show and we just have to navigate through that. But for now, I think weaning her off her meds or lessening the amount might help.” They all stared helplessly at Akira’s sleeping figure once again. Taehyung clasped Jimin’s shoulder as tears welled in his eyes. Hoseok stood by the door, watching for any changes in her breathing or even the slightest sign of discomfort. Everything, sadly, was a waiting game.
— — —
“Akira is depressed and instead of helping her through it, we’re down here bickering on what not to do.”
Ever the voice of reason, Jin calmed all tempers in the living room of their home that chilly Friday afternoon. It had been three weeks since Akira officially moved in with them, and although there had been improvement in speech and a little of her eyesight, and physical activity, her state of mind had not. There were days where Akira wouldn’t leave her bed. Days where tears fell endlessly down her face and everything that reminded her of her family seeped into the dark corners of her mind. The hurt she felt from being severely wounded by her father and betrayal from her sister. Her grandmother and mother called, but she refused to answer the phone. She wasn’t ready yet. Akira knew, deep down, she wasn’t ready to deal with the fallout of everything.
In the living room, tempers flared on how to best help Akira cope, but Jin, being older and the pack Beta, had the final say, “We’re not going to push her into feeling better, that would just make her more anxious. We have to ease her into it. She’s only ever been with family, on top of that, all she’s ever known is abuse. This is the biggest adjustment she’s ever had to face, and all at once, it is not surprising that she’s feeling how she feels.”
“So then what do we do, hyung?” Jungkook pleaded, “Because seeing her like this is killing me.” He frowned, dropping his face into his hands. Jimin rubbed the overgrown puppy’s back, trying to comfort him.
“This is new for you, not being the baby pup in the pack anymore, it’s new for all of us. And I know now your instinct is to protect her.” Jin ruffled his hair soothingly, “But we have to move at her pace. We have to ease her into feeling better because if we push, we’ll push her away. She’s fragile. Right now, it’s best to let her come to us.”
As if on cue, ears perked and heads shot upwards towards the staircase at the sound of movement. The door to Akira’s room cracked open; tiny squeaks of the hinges and soft patter of socked feet made their way to the hallway. She was searching for one of them. Hoseok, being the closest to the stairs, called out, “Did you need something, princess?”
“I wanna come downstairs.” Akira replied meekly. Dashing towards the top of the stairs, Hoseok held out his hands for her. Akira grabbed them, looping her arm through his as he helped her down. Soft greetings of ‘love’ and ‘beautiful’ and ‘sweetheart’ tickled Akira’s ears as she moved closer to the couch. Jungkook and Jimin made space for her, seating her in the middle between them. Today she was comfy, once again sporting the cotton candy colored swear and grey sweatpants. She decided that sulking in her room for the day would be too much for her.
“Is there something you needed, sweetheart?” Yoongi quietly asked, being ever so attentive.
“I got tired of being in bed all day. I realized that I’ve done nothing but sulk since I’ve gotten here, I’ve been a terrible guest.” Akira frowned.
“You’re not a guest Akira, this is your home.” Namjoon challenged, making Akira look at him, “And we understand why you’ve needed to be alone. We’d never push you to be ready.”
“I just…I feel so guilty. I feel responsible for all of this…” Akira whispered weakly, bowing her head with embarrassment.
“You have nothing to feel guilty about, my love.” Jimin placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head, “Nothing you’ve ever done should have warranted what your father had done. Nothing.” Jimin spoke lowly, staring into her eyes. “None of this is your fault.”
“But I—.”
“No, no buts.” Jungkook pouted, wrapping his arms gently around Akira’s waist. Akira blinked, somewhat startled from the touch. “You’re innocent. What your family’s been doing is wrong.”
The silence was loud. Each held their breath as they awaited Akira’s reaction. Silently, a tear rolled down her cheek as she shuffled. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of her neck, scenting her, while Jimin swiped her cheeks, “It’s ok to cry, love. It’s ok to feel.”
“I don’t wanna feel.” Akira whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling, I don’t wanna deal with any of this, I wanna be numb.” Akira cried harder, making Jungkook whimper.
“You have to feel, beautiful.” Namjoon moved in closer, sitting in front of her on the edge of the coffee table, “Being numb closes you off to all the good feelings too, not just the bad ones. Look, listen to me,” Namjoon smoothly grabbed hold of her hands, “Whatever you’re feeling, whenever you’re feeling it, place that burden on us. It’s our job as your pack, your mates, to protect you. It’s our job to take care of you. Let us do that job, Akira.”
“I can’t,” Akira cried even harder, “I can’t.”
“You have to, princess.” Yoongi stood, towering next to Namjoon, “You have to let us try and take care of you; I know it’s not what you’re used to and I know you usually have to fend for yourself, but our pack doesn’t work like that. We take care of each other. We’re a family, we take care of everyone we love, and it’s a biological need to take care of our mate, it’s instinct. Taking care of you is basic instinct.”
“I don’t know how..” Akira sniffles, tears streaming quickly down her face.
“Then let us do the work. Let us take that burden from you.” Jimin spoke calmly. He tucked her head just beneath his chin as more tears spilled. It’s bittersweet to see someone you care about cry their eyes out. These weren’t tears of joy, they were of sadness and sorrow. Heartbreak and grief. Akira had to find her way out of the shadows and though she wouldn’t be alone, it was still such a lonely battle to finish.
— — —
“You’re awfully quiet over there, Tiny Lady. Any particular reason why?”
The past couple of days have been trying for Akira and for Bangtan. News circulated that the elopement of Naomi and Jackson caused drama within pack families, as it went against rules and customs. Even more so with the news of Bangtan not having a crossing ceremony at all, going straight into the legal proceedings between Hoseok, Namjoon, and Genevieve Batiste. The dust was settling. Akira was officially theirs, even if she could not be present for it.
“I heard grandmother and Namjoon talk when she was here…Naomi and Jackson…they’re back, aren’t they, Jin?”
No secret could be kept from Akira in Bangtan. News spread like wildfire that Jackson and Naomi were back from their impromptu honeymoon. Tensions flared once Namjoon and Jin were summoned to the Wang pack. Though he was pissed, Namjoon showed great restraint when it came to informing Jackson of what his and Naomi’s actions caused. Jin glared Naomi down as she sat next to Jackson the entire meeting Jackson tried apologizing, mortified at every detail Namjoon explained of Akira’s state.
“Akira,” Jin sighed, turning from the back patio’s lounge chair to her, “I really think you shouldn’t have to worry about that right now.” The air blew a slight breeze as everyone hung out in the large backyard. Jungkook and Taehyung were chasing a frisbee in their wolf forms as Hoseok threw it. Jimin and Namjoon were locked in a game of Go and Yoongi was grilling for everyone’s lunch. Jin decided keeping you company was best. “Stressing about it won’t help you heal any faster.”
“I’m not stressing about it. I want nothing to do with Naomi, I hate her.” The silence following had everyone stopping in their tracks. The guys knew that ultimately, they couldn’t separate from their brother pack, but the rift that was caused between sisters left both packs in a tough situation. “As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist to me. I never want to see Naomi again.”
“Love,” Jimin called out, pausing from the game, “Naomi is still your sister, surely you two can—.”
“I don’t have any sisters.” Akira replied, the rippling chills that went down everyone’s spines as the coldness of her gravely voice seeped through, “Naomi Batiste is dead to me.” Though Akira meant every word, tears pooled in her eyes as she struggled to calm her emotions. This wasn’t just a rash decision for Akira, she really thought this through. Separating from her family really took an enormous amount of energy and effort into cutting them off for good, a feat she never thought would happen. “The Batistes’ are dead to me.”
“Beautiful…” Namjoon frowned, “I know that you’re upset, but you can’t possibly mean that.
“Please!” Akira groaned as her voice raised an octave, hurting her throat. Frustration clouded over her like a cloak, her hands reaching up towards her face and closing into a fist, “Don’t tell me what I don’t mean..” her voice traveled in a whisper as tears escaped suddenly. Akira quickly wiped her face, refusing to give any more tears to her family, “You’ve only seen a little of the damage they’ve done, you haven’t even scratched the surface of what they’ve done to me.” Taehyung and Jungkook whimpered as they moved closer to the patio, their large wolves towering over Akira. She never saw them shift into their wolf form, but even then, she wasn’t afraid. Taehyung whimpered the loudest, dropping his head down to chest level with Akira. Placing her hand on his snout, she stroked his face gently, “I’m sorry Tae, I’m not upset with anyone here…”
“How did you know that was Tae?” Hoseok frowned, confused.
“His eyes are the same.” Akira scratched his nose, making Taehyung huff before licking her face, “One brown, one green.”
“And that one,” Akira nodded, “has eyes like boba balls so I know it’s Jungkook.” Jungkook snorted, turning away from them. Jimin and Yoongi snickered, knowing Jungkook didn’t like being compared to anything cute. “I have never seen any of you shift before.”
“It’s not a pretty sight, princess.” Hoseok warned.
“You hear the sound of ripping flesh but it doesn’t. It just…disappears. Bones crack and break and repair themselves. It stops being painful after a while but the first time is…it’s not for the faint of heart,” Yoongi explained.
“Oh..” Akira frowned, petting Taehyung’s head. Jungkook came back, now in his human form with clothes drowning his large body. No one had seen him leave the patio, “It sounds horrible.”
“Only the first few times.” Jungkook smiled down at her, taking up a spot on the lounge chair by her feet, “But it’s so freeing, Akira.” His bunny smile only widened, “To be able to roam freely and howl at the moon. To run as fast you want with nothing but the earth beneath you? It’s so freeing.”
“I bet it is.” Akira smiled softly. Taehyung barked, making her jump.
“Taehyung says he agrees.” Jimin smirked.
“Back to the issue at hand.” Jin refocused the conversation, “Akira, we know that you’re upset with Naomi, but are you sure you want nothing to do with her?” On baited breath, they all waited for her response. Taehyung nudged at her hand, worry threaded through his mind. “Nothing to do with your family at all?”
Akira sat silently. Her mood shifted, making everyone around her feel her sadness. “I wouldn’t have chosen this if I didn’t want it. Of course I still want my grandmother around and I’ll always miss the children but this decision didn’t come lightly. I’ve realized that…” Akira shook her head slowly, thoughts spinning constantly, “Every moment of my life has been me living in constant fear. And my family has either been the root of it or hasn’t done anything to stop it. Do you understand how heartbreaking that is? To know that you were a mistake and that you were never really wanted? That’s cruel.” Akira shook her head, feeling the burn of more tears in her eyes. Taehyung huffed, nudging her hand with his head. She scratched his ear lightly before dropping her hand, “I don’t want any reminder of that part of my life around me. I can’t bear it.”
“Then we’ll follow your lead, Akira,” Namjoon decided, having shared agreement amongst the pack, “You won’t ever have to deal with them again, I promise.”
Akira stayed silent, something nagging at her mind, “I still want them protected.”
“Ok now I’m confused.” Hoseok placed his hands on his hips, utterly lost.
Akira sighed, “I know, it’s a lot to ask of, especially since it sounds like I’m flip flopping all over the place. And maybe it is my emotions, maybe they’re all over the place…but the kids didn’t do anything wrong. They shouldn’t get hurt because of the rest of my family, even if it means protecting them too. I know what’s happening with the rebels, I watch the news. They’re taking children and training them to be child soldiers. They're killing humans left and right without any thought to what it’d do to them mentally. They're even killing their own kind—I don’t want that for them. I know I probably have no say in what you all choose to do—.”
“You will always have a say, Akira. We listen to each other and we make decisions together. And biology aside, you are our omega, we will cherish every idea or concern you have, this is our way.” Namjoon assured her. Akira bit her lip, reluctant to speak. Jin reached over and grabbed her hand, “Whatever you want, we’ll support it. You’re the lady of the house, you run things.” He joked, making them all laugh.
“Doesn’t feel right when there’s a pack alpha in charge.” Akira replied.
“I may be the pack alpha but in the packs we were raised in, omegas ran the show.” Namjoon smirked, dimples fully on display. Taehyung stood to his full height, licking Akira’s face in surprise. She gasped, shock covering her face before her laugh rang out throughout the backyard. Smiling from his position from the grill, Yoongi called out to everyone, “Steaks are ready. Let’s eat!”
Taehyung ran off to the house to shift and change into some clothes. Jimin and Jungkook followed, going to the kitchen to bring out the side dishes while Hoseok helped Akira up from the lounge chair. “Easy princess. That limp of yours is still concerning.”
“It’s my side.” Akira winced, shifting to straighten her posture. “Breathing still hurts. I don’t heal as fast as werewolves, you know.”
“Even more reason for you to not overdo it.” Hoseok sat Akira down as he pulled out a chair for her.
“Yes Hobi.” Akira sighed, agreeing with him. Steak and glazed pork belly situated between a pot of ramyun, kimchi, Korean sweet potatoes, and parilla leaves and rice. Sitting next to her, Hoseok started placing food onto a plate and sitting it in front of her. Akira laid her head on his shoulder, staring at the table.
“We really should familiarize ourselves with more American food. We’re so used to eating things we like, we never stopped to think of things you might enjoy.” Jin frowned, seeing the setting of the table.
“I don’t mind. I enjoy trying different foods. Plus, you shouldn’t change your routines just for me.” Akira, having eaten Asian cuisine for most of her life, skillfully picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork belly. “Besides, I’ve had Korean food before, this city is mostly Black, Asian, and Latino, I’ve pretty much eaten everything I didn’t have to cook.” Hoseok nuzzled his nose against her head, smiling at how she ate without any struggle.
“Good to know.” Jin smiled, pleased.
“I hope you know, I don’t plan to just let you all do everything for me. I know it’s difficult taking care of me—.”
“It’s not a burden, if that’s what you’re thinking, Jagiya.” Taehyung mumbled as he stuffed his face, “We enjoy having someone to take care of.”
“It felt…nice. Being able to take care of you.” Jimin agreed, mixing his ramyun and rice together, smiling to himself.
“Is it a wolf thing? Or a man thing?” Akira removed her head from Hoseok’s shoulder, looking at everyone at the table.
“A little of both,” Yoongi answered for everyone, “As wolves, we’re territorial. We’re protective. It’s in our nature to provide for our mates, especially for Alphas. It makes us feel at ease.”
“Like an accomplishment?” Akira tilted her head a little, making Yoongi laugh,
“Something like that, yeah sweetheart.” Yoongi went back to his food, tearing a piece of parilla leaf off the plate.
“Sounds like a pride thing. I didn’t realize werewolves could be prideful.” Akira picked at her rice,
“Watch it, love.” Jimin smirked, teasing, “Werewolves are extremely prideful. Especially over mates.” Akira’s eyes widened cartoonishly, making everyone at the table laugh. Akira softly dropped her head on Hoseok’s shoulder once again, making a few of them stare at her. They loved how comfortable she was starting to be with their touch. Loved how relaxed and at peace she felt with them. Her scent blossomed around them; strong scent of cocoa and brown sugar engulfing them, almost like an underlying hint of vanilla. It was the smell of a content omega.
“Hm..” Akira pulled back. Eyes followed as she looked up at Hoseok then brought her head back to his shoulder.
“You ok there, princess?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah. Just something funny I thought about.” Akira shook her head, pushing her food around on her plate. “When I was younger,” Akira paused, staring down at her food, “I used to sit on my grandmother’s porch and she’d be snapping peas or something. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we said nothing at all. Just sit there.” A small smile curled on her lips, “We used to drink this spiced lemonade, almost like she put ginger in it. And eat ginger snaps.”
“What brought this on, sweetheart.” Yoongi chuckled, bringing his food to his mouth.
“Hobi. Smells like lemonade and ginger snaps.” Akira giggled. Cutlery all dropped, even Hoseok’s, as they all stared at Akira with mild concern and shock. Akira looked up from her plate, nervous,
“What? What I say?”
Jungkook leaned into the table, “Wait, you can really smell Hobi-hyung’s scent??” Akira nodded slowly, confused as to why it was such a big deal,
“Yeah? Is he not supposed to smell like that?”
Jin shook his head, “No, he is, we’re just surprised you can actually smell his scent. Humans usually can’t smell wolves’ scents, it’s not a trait they can possess.”
Akira shrugged, “Oh…I mean it’s faint but I can still smell it. I can smell everybody’s scent.” They all gawked at Akira’s confession. Akira shrunk down in her seat, feeling embarrassed, “So this isn’t normal, is it?”
“Nothing about this was ever normal, sweetheart.” Yoongi gathered, “You were born into a family of wolves, maybe some of the traits are faint but there.”
“If our scents trigger a memory, then she is in fact our mate.” Jimin surmised. “Mates have trigger pheromones. Complimentary scents that remind their mates of something safe, particularly from childhood. For you, it’s spiced lemonade and ginger snaps, Hobi-hyung reminds you of a safe part of your childhood.”
Akira straightened, curiosity peaking behind her eyes, “So then…you were all meant to smell the way you do. You were meant to be appealing towards only me?”
“Do we trigger any other memories for you?” Jungkook asked expantly. Akira shrugged, a small, cute smile gracing her face as Jungkook got up and ran over to her.
“Down, boy!” Jin hollered as Jungkook robbed his face into her neck, scenting her as she giggled. Akira inhaled his scent without knowing, sparking another distant memory that made her feel happy and warm inside, “You smell like ice cream. Kinda like the kind my grandmother would make by hand.” Akira sniffed again, making Jungkook grin. Jimin huffed with a whine,
“No fair, I want a turn!” He pouted, making Akira laugh.
“See what you started.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as Jungkook walked back to his seat with a smug look on his face. Akira giggled loudly, making the entire table turn to her.
“I don’t mind. I actually kinda like it. I like knowing that I have some type of wolf traits in me.” Akira shrugged, “It feels normal for once.” They each looked at each other before hopping up from their seats, Jimin being the fastest to get to her. Akira laughed once more before bringing her nose down to his outstretched wrist. “Hmm..spearmint and eucalyptus. My grandmother used to put me in these cleansing baths with those scents. I used to love those, I used to sit in those for hours until I get all pruny and refused to get out.” Akira giggled, “She said they weren’t regular baths, it was to clear my spirit of any negative energy. Probably why I enjoyed them so much.” Jimin’s chest fluffed as his inner wolf purred with glee.
“Alright jagiya, me next.” Taehyung held out his wrist for Akira to sniff. She instantly felt relaxed, and it was noticeable amongst the group, “Lavender and rosemary? I remember my grandmother spraying this any time I slept over, she said it was the only thing to calm me down when I got restless. Something about not liking to have to leave my nest? Whatever that meant.” Akira shrugged. Taehyung stared over at Namjoon, nodding in his direction,
“When you were younger, were there certain things you couldn’t sleep without? Certain things that had to be just right or else you couldn’t feel comfortable?” Namjoon asked.
Akira squinted, her brain working overtime to remember, “Yeah, actually, now that I think about it, I had to have my bedding and stuff a certain way. I assumed I had OCD or something.” Akira laughed before it finally clicked, “That was a wolf thing, wasn’t it?”
Namjoon smiled, “Not just any wolf thing. An omega thing. Omegas tend to nest, to help them feel safe and comfortable in their surroundings. You were nesting, baby.” Akira exhaled slowly, letting the realization sink in. Taehyung slowly moved his wrist, leaning down to nuzzle his chin into her neck before giving her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re definitely not fully human, that’s for sure.”
“Then what am I?” Akira questioned softly.
“Maybe your wolf is laying dormant until she feels safe enough to come out? It has been known to happen to some. Kinda like late stage puberty, some wolves remain dormant because it’s a trauma response. She has to feel safe to come forward. You’re probably not connected which would also explain why you’re not healing as fast and why some of the traits like nesting and sense of smell are faint. It’s not uncommon.” Namjoon explained.
“So there’s a possibility that I am a werewolf?” Akira was anxious yet excited.
“Possibly. You could also be just human, there’s no way to test for it. It’s a waiting game.” Akira exhaled, a little sad at the thought of waiting. Suddenly, she smelt the coconut and leather waft over the patio table, relaxing her a bit, “I know you’re trying to relax me Joonie, it’s ok.”
“How did she—.” Jimin spoke before Akira cut him off,
“His was the first scent I smelled before everyone else. Smelled like my favorite coconut candies and leather, smelled like my grandfather’s journal I was never allowed to touch.” Akira twirled her chopsticks, remembering the day her grandmother caught her staring at it, along with a cologne he used to wear that somehow brought out his natural scent more, as her grandmother put it, “And Jin smells just like his cologne. Sage and juniper berries. Probably why she’s drawn to you two the most. You remind her of him.”
The table sat quiet as Akira picked at her food. Thoughts swirled in her head like clouds of smoke. Learning this new information brought on so many questions for her. Were the guys really meant to be her mates? Was she fully human or did she have a dormant wolf inside of her? How did all of these things work and why, even if she is human, was it never taught to her? “…What I don’t understand is how is it that your scents were specifically picked for me. That’s not a coincidence.”
“You heard of the Lycan Goddess, Akashi?” Jin asked. Akira nodded, remembering stories her grandmother told her of the goddess that created her kind. Of the half wolf, half human god that merged both worlds because she herself was taken care of by wolves after being attacked by other goddesses for her beauty. The jealousy created an all out war, causing her to be casted out after the Lycan God, Enkil declared his love for her over his wife, Anansi.
“My grandmother used to tell me stories. How Enkil and other gods were madly in love with her and how she was thrown from the heavens from the other goddesses because of jealousy. She only loved I’ve god, the human god of peace, Azul. She, being the wolf god of love and fertility, wanted to be with him and create a family, but because of the other gods fighting over her beauty, they killed Azul and banished her to earth.” Akira recited from memory, thinking back to the time her grandmother would read her stories of their goddess.
“Yes. She was beaten and taken away from her lover. It’s said that a pack of wolves found her, and instead of eating her, they made her a part of their pack, taking care of her and nursing her back to health. They became her family.” Yoongi finished, “She was so moved by their kindness that she rewarded them by making them half human. After they found out she was a goddess of fertility, the pack omega begged her to help her conceive because she wanted children. Akashi not only helped her, but created more werewolves so that they could thrive and multiply. Her werewolves were magically gifted though. They’re known as Divines.” Yoongi watched as the wheels turned in Akira’s head. Her lips trembled and eyes dilated slightly,
“Magical werewolves…are you talking about my grandmother?” Akira whispered softly.
“Yes baby, we are.” Namjoon interrupted, “Obviously she’s not one of the children, but she is an offspring of one. There aren’t many of them left, sadly, but it is possible that it runs in your family. Somewhere along the line, one of your ancestors was a Divine.”
Akira shook her head, the overload of information disorienting her, “Wait, how does this explain your scents being tied to me?”
Jimin smiled, “When Akashi helped the pack omega to conceive, it sprouted her love of children. The children she created were not only magical, she created them for the offspring of that pack. She created mates for them so that they would never be lonely. So that they could brace the world together. She made sure that their scents were compatible with each other so that they could find each other. A built in soulmate. Their wolves would awaken once they found each other. But as the decades passed, the werewolf bloodlines became diluted with mostly human DNA. More werewolves started following their hearts than their biological instincts.”
“I can’t believe this.” Akira dropped her head in her hands, overwhelmed by everything that was taught to her and everything that she just learned, “So you mean to tell me that even in my diluted bloodline, my grandmother is a Divine, a magical werewolf, and that the scents I smell off of you is because Akashi made all werewolves give off compatible scents so that they can find their mates…”
“Exactly.” Jin agreed, “We were meant to find you, and you were meant to find us. We’re meant to roam this life together until our time inevitably comes to an end.” Akira took a deep breath. Her body slumped in her chair as she processed everything.
“We know it’s a lot to take in,” Hoseok murmured, “But there’s some things that you’ve done that even we can’t deny are out of character for humans. That’s why we think it has to do with your family.”
Akira turned to him, “What things?”
“Well for starters, the scent thing.” Jungkook spoke, “Then there’s the nesting.”
“Also you respond to Alpha commands, like instinctually.” Taehyung chimed in.
“Hey, that's not fair, I don’t know when I do that.” Akira pointed a finger his way, not liking the fact that a few of them have used their Alpha command on her without her knowledge.
“And for that, we apologize,” Namjoon started, “but there’s also your sense of alertness. You were able to sense danger even before I could, like the night of the family dinner and that fight broke out. The reason why Omegas were coveted the most is because of their discernment. They have high alert signals that help them warn their pack when danger is near. It’s in their nature to protect what’s theirs. They are fiercely protective of their pack and the safety of that pack. Your traits, as faint as they are, are there. I think your wolf is just dormant because it doesn’t feel safe yet to connect with you.”
“But I do feel safe.” Akira uttered, “I feel safe with all of you.” The pack smiled at her admission. Hoseok pulled her close, rubbing his chin across the top of her head
— — —
“Why does Joseph hate me so much, grandmother? What did I ever do to him?”
Akira and her grandmother sat in her room, quietly having lemonade and cookies in the seating area of her room. Genevieve had been determined to see how her youngest grandchild was doing, even more so once she learned that Akira had been suffering from depression. She wanted whatever time she could get with her. “I don’t know little wolf. Maybe you remind him of the innocence he lost. Maybe you remind him too much of his father. Who knows.”
Akira frowned, putting down her glass of lemonade, “Grandpa?”
Genevieve sighed. She looked tired, Akira noted. Signs of stress covering her like a cloak, “Your father was young when he was killed, sweetpea. You look so much like my Booker…”
This tidbit surprised Akira, making her straighten her posture, “I do? Really?”
Genevieve smiled softly, yet there was a hint of sadness there, “Sometimes it’s the little things…you have his smile. His eyes. Sometimes when you speak, it’s almost like he’s right there in the room with me…” Akira frowned as her grandmother sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if trying to remember every detail of Booker’s face, as if she had to try.
“Deep down, your father is a hurt little boy with too much anger inside. He never healed, and I guess in a way, that’s my fault.” Genevieve admitted to not only Akira, but to herself of her shortcomings as a mother. She felt like she failed in handling raising her children after their father’s death, and she didn’t know how to cope.
Akira tsk’d, “How could that be your fault? You were grieving too.”
“I never spoke about Booker until now, I couldn’t. Losing someone like that so suddenly…it’s a pain I never want you to go through. Having someone taken from you so forcefully…it changes you as a person.” Genevieve lamented. Akira nodded,
“I understand grandmother.” Akira looked away, her eyes trained on the condensation from her glass. The television provided background noise, the soft murmuring of whatever was on, being drowned out by their conversation. “When I was younger, I thought Joseph was how he was towards me because that was just his way. But I realized he could love, he could be affectionate …” Akira stared down at her hands, “Just not with me. I’m the living embodiment of his hatred. I remind him of his hatred towards humans; I am his grief, his pain, and his anger. Now that I know that I look like grandpa, that man had to look me in my face for 26 years and see the man he lost and couldn’t grieve. I reminded him of what he could no longer have.” Genevieve watches as Akira’s body shrinks deeper into the couch. She could feel the dark sorrow drown them both as it bounced off of her. She quickly switched gears, another coping mechanism Akira seemed to pick up from her,
“How are you here? They treatin’ you right?” Genevieve inquired.
Akira thought of her response carefully, “I’m safe here grandmother…I’m just…they really like me and I want to like them. I just don’t want to confuse my liking them with my need for affection. I want it to be real.” Akira explained, or at least attempted to explain, her feelings, “Namjoon said that he loves me. They all said they love me. I wanna feel that, I wanna love them eventually too but…how will I know that I do? I don’t wanna confuse my lack of affection and need for it with real love. It’s not fair to them. They deserve to be loved fully and I can’t give them that yet. I don’t know if I ever will.” Akira once again felt fresh tears threatening to fall as her heart ached. When Namjoon first told her that he loved her, it was during their first date. He had been so sure of his feelings, had no doubts, but Akira wasn’t sure of hers. She never knew what love felt like, and it terrified her that she could mess everything up.
“Oh little wolf,” Genevieve got up from the arm chair and sat next to Akira on the couch. Immediately, Akira burst into tears the minute Genevieve wrapped her arms around her, “you have every right to question your feelings. It’s all so overwhelming and confusing and everything is happening so fast that you don’t know where to turn. Your feelings are valid, my sweetpea.” Genevieve squeezed her shoulders, “I can’t tell you how you’ll be able to tell the difference, but what I can tell you is when you feel it, you will know it. You’ll look at them and everything will make sense suddenly. I hope you get to have the type of love that I experienced when I had Booker.” Genevieve wiped Akira’s face when she pulled back to ask her a question,
“Grandmother? Could you tell me more about Grandpa Booker?” Though it was hard to talk about him, Genevieve couldn’t deny the sweet face of her granddaughter.
“Alright, lay down.” Genevieve made room for Akira to lay on the couch with her head against her lap. “Hm…Your grandfather was this…strong, incredibly smart man. He was as tall as a tree and built like a boxer. I mean he could lift all the kids with just one arm and still chop wood with the other.” Genevieve slowly ran her fingers through Akira’s hair, “He had the gentlest heart I ever seen. Booker would give his right arm to help whoever needed, wolf or human, it didn’t matter. He just always felt compelled to help others. And when he loved, god…he loved hard…no one could poison his heart about the people he loved and fought for.”
“I wish you kids were able to meet him. He would’ve loved you all, he would’ve never —.” Genevieve paused, her voice growing shaky as she thought about all the things Booker would never get to do or see. Akira looked up at her grandmother, finding tears in her eyes. Genevieve mourned Booker terribly. He missed holding his first grandchild and handing over his daughter for her crossing ceremony. He missed birthdays and Christmases and other holidays. His death sucked all the joy that was left.
“Grandmother?” Akira worried.
“…I look at you and I see his face. I see the man that smelled like sage and juniper and swept me off my feet when I first met him. I see all his hopes and dreams…I see all the wishes he wanted and the plans we made…Booker was my everything and it kills me that he will never know you. That he would never know any of his grandchildren.” Genevieve’s small gasp had her tears falling and her hands wiping her face. Teary eyed herself, Akira slowly sat up and tried comforting her grandmother,
“I’m sorry grandmother. I shouldn’t have brought him up, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Genevieve shushed, “No, no baby, it’s ok. I needed to do this. I needed to talk about him, I needed you to know the kind of man he was.” She patted Akira’s arm, reassuring her that she was fine, “I think you would’ve been his favorite just because you have his face.”
Akira laughed, wiping her own tears, “I definitely would’ve loved that. I can tell he was a wonderful man. He was meant for you.” Akira laid her head on Genevieve’s shoulder. “You deserved to have him here, grandmother. And it isn’t fair that you had to lose him the way you did. No one deserves that. I know you aren’t comfortable talking about what happened, and I won’t ask. But I do believe you got to experience a great love, and I hope I can experience that one day.”
Genevieve pulled back, making sure to hold Akira’s face in her hands. Her thumb swiped beneath her eyes, wiping away Akira’s shed tears, “I know for a fact that you will, little wolf. You will have a great and wonderful love deserving of your heart. These boys will make sure of that.”
Akira whimpered, “I’m scared…” she whispered.
Genevieve smiled, “And that’s ok. Be scared. Fall deep, my little wolf. Embrace that love once you finally have it.”
Summary: In Smeraldo Valley, CA, where humans and werewolves coexist, alliances are made between packs to protect those who wish to keep the peace between themselves and the humans, and those who wish to destroy it. Sadly, little human Akira Batiste just happened to be caught in the middle as her pack family has arranged for her to become part of one of the most powerful packs in the country— The Kim-Bangtan Pack. Strange things take place when everyone soon realizes that rebel packs have begun forming their own communities, making sure to terrorize humans and werewolves alike. How will Akira and Bangtan make it through?
Warnings: strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, kink exploration; 21+ readings is advised, do not read if you are under 21+, I am not responsible for what you choose to read.
Summary: While Akira recovers from her injuries, Bangtan notice a shift in Akira’s behavior, both physically and mentally. Akira also learns more about her family’s history, raising more questions than answers for her.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of serious injuries; talk of depression; lots of crying; angst, lycan lore, strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21
WC: 9,873
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“She still can’t speak, what’s the issue doc? Why can’t my mate speak?!”
A week had passed since the incident Akira faced. She was able to wake without much of a blurry vision, though it was still difficult to see. Half the time, she couldn’t make out who was in front of her; the only people she could recognize was Jungkook, the raised skin from his tattoos was a dead giveaway, as well as Yoongi, from the scar on his face. The bruising to her body was slowly healing. Both her ankle and wrist were bandaged due to a sprain. The swelling in both eyes had gone down some, but not much, which still impaired her vision. The doctor was able to fix her nose, also still bandaged and the cuts were still held together by surgical glue and stitches for some.
But the worst was her breathing. Three broken ribs meant tightly wound bandages around her torso. It proved to be difficult when her throat was still damaged from being choked. The nasty bruise around her throat was evident that her larynx still hadn’t healed fully, “She’s still wheezing, she should be talking by now, it’s been a week!”
The doctor sighed, “Mr. Min, I assure you that this is normal. Her throat is still badly bruised, it’s going to take time for her to speak.” Yoongi, all with the rest of Bangtan, turned towards Akira as the doctor walked closer. Every time he did, she flinched. She knew logically, he wasn’t a threat, but mentally, she wasn’t there yet. Akira still couldn’t see and she didn’t have heightened senses like her male counterparts. Understandably, she was jumpy.
“Shh, hey, hey, I’m right here, you’re ok.” Yoongi calmed Akira as her hoarse whimpers grew louder. He grabbed her hand and held it to his face, “It’s Yoongi. Yoongi.” He whispered back. Her fingers trailed down his scar and her heart rate slowly dropped to normal. Hand falling limp as Yoongi grabbed it once more and held it. A few of the men looked away, hurt by the damage that was done, while others just simply walked out the room, it being too much to bear.
“Akira, I need to see how far along your throat’s healing. Can you open your mouth for me?” The doctor asked patiently. Though she hesitated, Akira did as he asked. “Yeah, still some swelling. The warm fluids has reduced it tremendously though, just keep drinking warm to room temperature drinks, nothing with sugar in it. Are you able to try and speak today, Ms. Batiste?” Akira winced, shaking her head ‘no’.
“Her name is Kim. It’s Akira Kim now.” Namjoon spoke with an authoritative coldness that edged out. He sat on the window seal very still and quiet, as if his mind was racing with millions of possibilities to detach Akira from the Batiste name. He never held such hate in his heart before this. Every day he struggled to hold onto what little was left of his humanity. Akira was the only thing keeping him together.
“Apologies. Ms. Kim, we’ll see about talking in a couple of days or so, when the swelling has gone down.” After the doctor left, Yoongi remained by Akira’s side. He kissed her hand and whispered how everything was going to be ok. “Where’d the pups go?” Yoongi asked, referring to Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook.
“Hobi took them outside, they were still too upset. Their scent was starting to sour.” Jin sighed, sitting down in a chair in the far corner of the room. Akira turned her head to his voice, seeing a blurry figure sitting near the corner. Jin smiled weakly, “I’m here, sweetheart. We’re all here.” They sadly watched as tears streamed down her face. The pain of their mate left their wolves in agony. Over the next few days, Akira eventually started to get better. She could sit up without being in pain. Her sight was getting better, still blurry but only slightly. Thankfully, there was no brain damage from the amount of head trauma she received so her cognitive abilities were still intact.
“H-Home?” Her voice left in a whisper as it was still bruised and swollen and hoarse. The doctor, feeling that she would be well taken care of, released her to go home, but she had no clue where that would be.
“Yes baby, you’re going home with us from now on.” Namjoon replied. Akira sat on the hospital bed, just as confused as before. “We feel that you’re safer with us. Rules and ceremonies be damned, you’re coming home with us.” Akira looked down at her hands, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The men all noticed that Akira didn’t seem all that excited. Yet, they did take into account that she almost nearly died at the hands of her father and eldest brother, so her solemn spirit was expected. After helping her into a wheelchair, Namjoon exited the hospital room. Outside the room, Jin stood, waiting. Everyone was at home, moving Akira’s things and getting her room ready. “The pups are excited to have you home with us. I’ll make sure that they leave you alone to rest though, they can get a little rowdy.” Jin joked.
“P-Pup?” Akira stuttered softly, raising a hand to point at herself. Jin smiled,
“Yes, I guess since technically, you are the youngest, you’d be a pup too.” Akira could barely speak in full sentences at the moment. The physical trauma left by her father brought on psychological ones as well. After discharging her from the hospital, Namjoon waited with her outside while Jin brought the car around,
“I know everything is a lot right now…but I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you again, Akira.” Akira made out Namjoon’s blurry face. She reached out to touch it, making him lay his cheek in the palm of her hand. She was sad she could no longer make out his face, no matter how much she blinked.
“Joon…” Akira sounded winded and out of breath. Namjoon held onto her hand, moving forward to kiss her gently on the forehead,
“Yeah baby, it’s Joon.” If he didn’t know better, Namjoon would’ve thought he saw a hint of a smile on Akira’s face. The car pulled up just as Namjoon stood to his full height. Jin hopped out and opened the door, then helped Namjoon get Akira inside. “I’ll sit in the back with her.” Jin nodded, watching Namjoon climb in the back seat. Throughout the drive, Akira had dozed off. The medication they gave made her drowsy. Namjoon sighed a sigh of relief as Akira dropped her head on his shoulder, “This is killing me. I’m supposed to be a leader and yet the one thing I couldn’t do was protect her. I should’ve listened to everyone and brought her home sooner.”
“She’s not going to see it that way. Right now, she’s going to see you as her Alpha, as her protector. It’s you that she trusts more than ever right now. Do not let this guilt consume you, Joon-ah. You did nothing wrong.” Jin assured him. Namjoon just stared down at Akira, who fell asleep on his shoulder. The light wheeze of her breath a concern of his. Throughout the ride, neither felt as though they could relax until you were home with them. When the streets turned into winding forest back roads the deeper they went, it wasn’t far off until they reached their large two story home. The grey washed brick contrasted beautifully with the black matte exterior. Stone driveway paths lead to the two door garage and large oak door; while others lead to a tiny lake pond out front. Large windows let out warm lighting as the glow from inside made it homey.
The exterior at the back of the house was no different, with steps leading down to large land with miles of green and a large pavilion that held guests whenever family and friends visited. The patio area was decked out with black and cream pillows and chairs and sheet curtains to keep bugs away. Pulling up to the driveway, Taehyung and Hoseok watched wearily as Taehyung paced back and forth. Namjoon moved Akira off his shoulder as Jin came to a stop in front of the steps. Taehyung quickly met Namjoon at the car door, opening it in such a hurry that Namjoon had to shush him, “She’s sleeping. They have her heavily medicated.” Taehyung nodded, licking his lips as he apologized.
“Where is everyone else?” Jin questioned just as Namjoon lifted Akira gently into his arms.
“Yoongi has Jimin and Jungkook making lunch for everyone. Tae and I just finished getting Akira’s room ready.” Hoseok stared fondly at Akira, wishing she was awake to greet them. Whatever drugs they gave her, Akira was completely knocked out. She didn’t feel Namjoon pick her up. She didn’t feel him ascending the large staircase with her in his arms. She didn’t even feel when he tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. But the moment she felt Namjoon slipping away, she grabbed his sleeve immediately, “Nnoooo…Joon..”. Like any alpha, Namjoon could not ignore the cries of his mate. He sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing hold of the hand that reached for him, “Guess I’m staying here.”
“Do you want us to bring up your food? I think she’ll be able to eat the soup Jimin’s making.” Taehyung asked. Without tearing his eyes from her, Namjoon nodded lightly. He brought Akira’s hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. They all stared quietly, helplessly as she slept. Hoseok sighed, feeling tired all of a sudden. He sat at the foot of the bed, looking troubled, “We have to make this legal, Joon-ah. We never did the ceremony, her father or grandmother has the legal standing to take her back. She’s not ours until she’s completely ours.”
During a crossing ceremony, once an alpha claims their mate, the mate crosses out the name of their familial pack and takes on their own. It is essentially a wedding of sorts. Usually done in front of the families, the council, and friends. The head of the familial pack and the head of the mate’s pack sign their names as well, sealing the bond completely. Unfortunately, due to circumstances, that hasn’t happened for Bangtan yet.
“I know that. She just needs time to heal. Please Hobi-hyung, can’t it wait?” Namjoon begged.
Hoseok sighed, “It can, but not for long. We need to do this right. She needs to be able to receive everything in case one of us—.”
“Dies?” Taehyung questioned softly, “Isn’t it a little early for that, hyung?” Taehyung frowned.
“With the way the rebels are reaching across the states, we might not be afforded time. She needs to be well taken care of if something happens.” While the pack loved Hoseok’s logical nature, the timing felt wrong. “Other than that, we have more pressing concerns. How are we gonna take care of her?”
Taehyung stared, confused,“What do you mean?”
“I mean how are we…gonna bathe her.” Hoseok stared awkwardly at the comforter set as the room grew silent. Awkwardness flowed through the room. Jin coughed,
“I think she can bathe herself, it’s the undressing part we’ll have to deal with. We shouldn’t make this awkward for her, it’s perfectly normal to need help.”
“Well count me out.” Namjoon shook his head, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, “My wolf barely contained himself when we made out, it’s not gonna survive seeing her naked.”
“Hey!” Jin scolded, “Honestly, Joon-ah.” Jin tisked, shaking his head.
“What?! I’m being honest—do you not see how gorgeous she is?! I’m surprised it didn’t come out the first day!” Namjoon whispered harshly, checking back at Akira to make sure she was asleep still. “You didn’t smell how good she smelled hyung. I almost couldn’t control my wolf, that hasn’t happened in years.”
“Maybe our betas should stick to helping her, then.” Taehyung coughed, awkwardly scratching the side of his neck.
“Normally our betas aren’t affected but Akira is different.” Jin confessed, “Even Jimin said he felt pulled to her. Normally, us betas wouldn’t feel magnetic energy but again, Akira is different, and I have no clue why.”
“You think it has something to do with her grandmother being a Divine?” Hoseok pondered.
Jin sighed, “That, I’m not sure of.”
— — —
The following days, everyone took shifts trying to have Akira adjust while in recovery. Bathing and showering she could manage on her own until it got to her hair. Trying to wash it proved difficult when raising her arms; the tightness from her injuries nearly made her pass out from the ache. The guys didn’t mind messing up a few towels and clothes if it meant stepping into the walk in shower to help her. Jimin volunteered, having watched and studied multiple videos on her hair type. “I didn’t realize your hair was longer than this, love.” Jimin smiled, noticing her coils elongate even further past tailbone length.
“I never…cut..my hair..” Though her breathing was still shallow and at times difficult, Akira was able to start talking again, albeit a whisper. It was difficult for Akira to raise her voice; the soreness was raw at the base of her throat. Jimin curled his fingers at the root, massaging her head gently. Akira closed her eyes, sighing softly. Jimin, amongst all of them, was more than happy to try and make Akira as comfortable and as safe as possible. Though he didn’t expect to see so much of her exposed body so soon, seeing as how they never had their date yet, Jimin tried with all his might to not be tempted. He loved looking at her cocoa melanated skin. Glistening under the few water drops as the steam from the shower engulfed them. Her hair covered the small of her back, barely teased by the now soaking wet body towel. Her neck looked inviting, just waiting to be bitten.
He’s a Beta, he’s not supposed to stir up these rabid emotions his wolf was causing. They’re supposed to be neutral—exactly what was Akira doing to his pack?
‘Omega smells so good. I need to know if she tastes the same.’
“Cool it.” Jimin growled, rinsing out the shampoo from Akira’s hair.
Akira turned slightly, “Hm?” A confused expression on her face. Jimin nearly moaned at the look she gave him; her innocent eyes staring up at him while hands held up a wet towel that did little to cover her chest.
He took a deep breath, her sweet, brown sugar chocolate scent deepened due to the shower, “Nothing, just my wolf causing trouble.” Jimin chuckled.
“Mm.” Akira turned back around, back straightened. Jimin continued washing her hair until it felt as soft as the sweater he gifted her. When he was done, he turned off the water and left to get them both new towels. Being a gentleman, he looked away when he held a towel up to Akira, making sure she was covered before bringing her to the vanity sink, where her hair products were.
“I’m afraid I’m not good at braiding, love.” Jimin tutted, still trying to master how to care for her, yet not quite there yet. Though she wasn’t looking at him, a habit she seems to have formed with all the guys lately, she did give him a small, light smile. Akira loved that he was at least trying.
“A ponytail…is fine…for now.” She replied breathlessly.
Jimin made sure to detangle and put in the right products before placing her hair in a ponytail. He then left her to dry off and get ready for an afternoon of lounging around; her clothes folded neatly on the counter as she got her unscented shea butter and lotion to put on before layering it with some cocoa scented body oil. The soft oversized sweater Jimin had gifted her months ago—so pink and plush like cotton candy—laid next to a pair of rose pink silk shorts. After finding a way to get dressed, Akira slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom door. Jimin was throwing the blanket Taehyung made for her onto the bed when he heard the crack of the bathroom door. His soft smile reassured her, but still, she needed help getting to the bed as her vision still continued to be blurry. She could make out the outlines of his face, but slowly, it would take a while for her full vision to come back to her.
Jimin took quick strides to get to her, holding his arm out to her, “Where do you want to sit, the bed or the couch?”
“Bed..please..” Akira murmured softly. The spacious room was probably bigger than anything she’s ever had. The large suite opened up to a cream colored room with plush beige carpeting. A black stone fireplace sat offset to the large four poster canopy bed with mountains of pillows. Some of Akira’s things had been placed away while a few things remained in her large walk-in closet. The closet led to her massive bedroom where black stone heated flooring covered the floor, matching the shower room where a large soaking tub sat on one end and a shower bench with rainfall shower heads hung on the other. On the other side of the room sat two seating areas, one underneath a large windowsill; two chairs and an end table. The other seating area she had, separated by two steps leading into a living room area. The wide L-shaped cream colored couch still allowed room for a small coffee table, an entertainment area where her large television sat, and matching chair to the couch.
To Akira, it felt like a mini apartment, but to the guys, it was her private den. A place where their omega could relax in peace and not be disturbed. They each wanted Akira to feel safe in their home, away from anything or anyone they could harm her.
But Jimin, like the rest of his pack, noticed a dimness in her eyes. The sweet, gentle woman they had grown to love had become listless and nervous. She hardly smiled anymore. She barely comes out of her room since her meals are brought to her. And any time she is out of her room, she’s holding onto one of them for dear life. Fear. Fear is what has Akira shaking every day and night. Fear is what has her looking over her shoulders, head on a constant swivel. It was the fear of her family that had her crying out every night, as if reliving the same moment over and over. No one knew how to comfort her. But no one gave up, either.
“No walks today love? How about some tv?” Akira nodded as Jimin pulled back the covers, allowing her to get into bed. He then sat beside her, grabbing the remote to turn on something for her to listen to. It didn’t matter what was on, Akira would just lay her head on Jimin’s shoulder and fall asleep anyway. “Tired already? We haven’t even started yet. Jimin giggled.
“Always…t-tired…now.” Akira muttered, feeling how drowsy the pain meds she took early made her feel. Jimin bit his lip, worried about her state, ‘Hyung? I’m worried about Akira, she doesn’t look so good.’
Within minutes, feet raced up the stairs and started towards Akira’s room. The door cracked open, as to not startle her. Jimin looked up; Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung walked in with Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon unfortunately stuck at work, both crowding their mind-link with questions. Jimin assured them that medication was the issue, “I think her medicine is what’s making her act this way. She can barely keep her eyes open or sit up.”
Jin sat in front of Akira, knowing he broke the rule of being invited to her nest, but it was urgent, “Hey there tiny lady, can you open your eyes for me?” Though she struggled, Akira managed to open her eyes long enough to see Jin smile. “There’s our pretty girl. How about you rest and we figure out what to do about your meds, ok?”
“Yes…Jinnie…” Akira sighed, closing her eyes once again as she laid down fully. Jimin tucked her in, softly pushing away loose hairs from her face. He looked on the verge of tears,
“These pills..they’re sucking the life out of her, Jin.” Jimin whimpered.
“It’s not just the pills, her depression has made itself back into her mind. Everything she endured, it’s beginning to show and we just have to navigate through that. But for now, I think weaning her off her meds or lessening the amount might help.” They all stared helplessly at Akira’s sleeping figure once again. Taehyung clasped Jimin’s shoulder as tears welled in his eyes. Hoseok stood by the door, watching for any changes in her breathing or even the slightest sign of discomfort. Everything, sadly, was a waiting game.
— — —
“Akira is depressed and instead of helping her through it, we’re down here bickering on what not to do.”
Ever the voice of reason, Jin calmed all tempers in the living room of their home that chilly Friday afternoon. It had been three weeks since Akira officially moved in with them, and although there had been improvement in speech and a little of her eyesight, and physical activity, her state of mind had not. There were days where Akira wouldn’t leave her bed. Days where tears fell endlessly down her face and everything that reminded her of her family seeped into the dark corners of her mind. The hurt she felt from being severely wounded by her father and betrayal from her sister. Her grandmother and mother called, but she refused to answer the phone. She wasn’t ready yet. Akira knew, deep down, she wasn’t ready to deal with the fallout of everything.
In the living room, tempers flared on how to best help Akira cope, but Jin, being older and the pack Beta, had the final say, “We’re not going to push her into feeling better, that would just make her more anxious. We have to ease her into it. She’s only ever been with family, on top of that, all she’s ever known is abuse. This is the biggest adjustment she’s ever had to face, and all at once, it is not surprising that she’s feeling how she feels.”
“So then what do we do, hyung?” Jungkook pleaded, “Because seeing her like this is killing me.” He frowned, dropping his face into his hands. Jimin rubbed the overgrown puppy’s back, trying to comfort him.
“This is new for you, not being the baby pup in the pack anymore, it’s new for all of us. And I know now your instinct is to protect her.” Jin ruffled his hair soothingly, “But we have to move at her pace. We have to ease her into feeling better because if we push, we’ll push her away. She’s fragile. Right now, it’s best to let her come to us.”
As if on cue, ears perked and heads shot upwards towards the staircase at the sound of movement. The door to Akira’s room cracked open; tiny squeaks of the hinges and soft patter of socked feet made their way to the hallway. She was searching for one of them. Hoseok, being the closest to the stairs, called out, “Did you need something, princess?”
“I wanna come downstairs.” Akira replied meekly. Dashing towards the top of the stairs, Hoseok held out his hands for her. Akira grabbed them, looping her arm through his as he helped her down. Soft greetings of ‘love’ and ‘beautiful’ and ‘sweetheart’ tickled Akira’s ears as she moved closer to the couch. Jungkook and Jimin made space for her, seating her in the middle between them. Today she was comfy, once again sporting the cotton candy colored swear and grey sweatpants. She decided that sulking in her room for the day would be too much for her.
“Is there something you needed, sweetheart?” Yoongi quietly asked, being ever so attentive.
“I got tired of being in bed all day. I realized that I’ve done nothing but sulk since I’ve gotten here, I’ve been a terrible guest.” Akira frowned.
“You’re not a guest Akira, this is your home.” Namjoon challenged, making Akira look at him, “And we understand why you’ve needed to be alone. We’d never push you to be ready.”
“I just…I feel so guilty. I feel responsible for all of this…” Akira whispered weakly, bowing her head with embarrassment.
“You have nothing to feel guilty about, my love.” Jimin placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head, “Nothing you’ve ever done should have warranted what your father had done. Nothing.” Jimin spoke lowly, staring into her eyes. “None of this is your fault.”
“But I—.”
“No, no buts.” Jungkook pouted, wrapping his arms gently around Akira’s waist. Akira blinked, somewhat startled from the touch. “You’re innocent. What your family’s been doing is wrong.”
The silence was loud. Each held their breath as they awaited Akira’s reaction. Silently, a tear rolled down her cheek as she shuffled. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of her neck, scenting her, while Jimin swiped her cheeks, “It’s ok to cry, love. It’s ok to feel.”
“I don’t wanna feel.” Akira whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling, I don’t wanna deal with any of this, I wanna be numb.” Akira cried harder, making Jungkook whimper.
“You have to feel, beautiful.” Namjoon moved in closer, sitting in front of her on the edge of the coffee table, “Being numb closes you off to all the good feelings too, not just the bad ones. Look, listen to me,” Namjoon smoothly grabbed hold of her hands, “Whatever you’re feeling, whenever you’re feeling it, place that burden on us. It’s our job as your pack, your mates, to protect you. It’s our job to take care of you. Let us do that job, Akira.”
“I can’t,” Akira cried even harder, “I can’t.”
“You have to, princess.” Yoongi stood, towering next to Namjoon, “You have to let us try and take care of you; I know it’s not what you’re used to and I know you usually have to fend for yourself, but our pack doesn’t work like that. We take care of each other. We’re a family, we take care of everyone we love, and it’s a biological need to take care of our mate, it’s instinct. Taking care of you is basic instinct.”
“I don’t know how..” Akira sniffles, tears streaming quickly down her face.
“Then let us do the work. Let us take that burden from you.” Jimin spoke calmly. He tucked her head just beneath his chin as more tears spilled. It’s bittersweet to see someone you care about cry their eyes out. These weren’t tears of joy, they were of sadness and sorrow. Heartbreak and grief. Akira had to find her way out of the shadows and though she wouldn’t be alone, it was still such a lonely battle to finish.
— — —
“You’re awfully quiet over there, Tiny Lady. Any particular reason why?”
The past couple of days have been trying for Akira and for Bangtan. News circulated that the elopement of Naomi and Jackson caused drama within pack families, as it went against rules and customs. Even more so with the news of Bangtan not having a crossing ceremony at all, going straight into the legal proceedings between Hoseok, Namjoon, and Genevieve Batiste. The dust was settling. Akira was officially theirs, even if she could not be present for it.
“I heard grandmother and Namjoon talk when she was here…Naomi and Jackson…they’re back, aren’t they, Jin?”
No secret could be kept from Akira in Bangtan. News spread like wildfire that Jackson and Naomi were back from their impromptu honeymoon. Tensions flared once Namjoon and Jin were summoned to the Wang pack. Though he was pissed, Namjoon showed great restraint when it came to informing Jackson of what his and Naomi’s actions caused. Jin glared Naomi down as she sat next to Jackson the entire meeting Jackson tried apologizing, mortified at every detail Namjoon explained of Akira’s state.
“Akira,” Jin sighed, turning from the back patio’s lounge chair to her, “I really think you shouldn’t have to worry about that right now.” The air blew a slight breeze as everyone hung out in the large backyard. Jungkook and Taehyung were chasing a frisbee in their wolf forms as Hoseok threw it. Jimin and Namjoon were locked in a game of Go and Yoongi was grilling for everyone’s lunch. Jin decided keeping you company was best. “Stressing about it won’t help you heal any faster.”
“I’m not stressing about it. I want nothing to do with Naomi, I hate her.” The silence following had everyone stopping in their tracks. The guys knew that ultimately, they couldn’t separate from their brother pack, but the rift that was caused between sisters left both packs in a tough situation. “As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist to me. I never want to see Naomi again.”
“Love,” Jimin called out, pausing from the game, “Naomi is still your sister, surely you two can—.”
“I don’t have any sisters.” Akira replied, the rippling chills that went down everyone’s spines as the coldness of her gravely voice seeped through, “Naomi Batiste is dead to me.” Though Akira meant every word, tears pooled in her eyes as she struggled to calm her emotions. This wasn’t just a rash decision for Akira, she really thought this through. Separating from her family really took an enormous amount of energy and effort into cutting them off for good, a feat she never thought would happen. “The Batistes’ are dead to me.”
“Beautiful…” Namjoon frowned, “I know that you’re upset, but you can’t possibly mean that.
“Please!” Akira groaned as her voice raised an octave, hurting her throat. Frustration clouded over her like a cloak, her hands reaching up towards her face and closing into a fist, “Don’t tell me what I don’t mean..” her voice traveled in a whisper as tears escaped suddenly. Akira quickly wiped her face, refusing to give any more tears to her family, “You’ve only seen a little of the damage they’ve done, you haven’t even scratched the surface of what they’ve done to me.” Taehyung and Jungkook whimpered as they moved closer to the patio, their large wolves towering over Akira. She never saw them shift into their wolf form, but even then, she wasn’t afraid. Taehyung whimpered the loudest, dropping his head down to chest level with Akira. Placing her hand on his snout, she stroked his face gently, “I’m sorry Tae, I’m not upset with anyone here…”
“How did you know that was Tae?” Hoseok frowned, confused.
“His eyes are the same.” Akira scratched his nose, making Taehyung huff before licking her face, “One brown, one green.”
“And that one,” Akira nodded, “has eyes like boba balls so I know it’s Jungkook.” Jungkook snorted, turning away from them. Jimin and Yoongi snickered, knowing Jungkook didn’t like being compared to anything cute. “I have never seen any of you shift before.”
“It’s not a pretty sight, princess.” Hoseok warned.
“You hear the sound of ripping flesh but it doesn’t. It just…disappears. Bones crack and break and repair themselves. It stops being painful after a while but the first time is…it’s not for the faint of heart,” Yoongi explained.
“Oh..” Akira frowned, petting Taehyung’s head. Jungkook came back, now in his human form with clothes drowning his large body. No one had seen him leave the patio, “It sounds horrible.”
“Only the first few times.” Jungkook smiled down at her, taking up a spot on the lounge chair by her feet, “But it’s so freeing, Akira.” His bunny smile only widened, “To be able to roam freely and howl at the moon. To run as fast you want with nothing but the earth beneath you? It’s so freeing.”
“I bet it is.” Akira smiled softly. Taehyung barked, making her jump.
“Taehyung says he agrees.” Jimin smirked.
“Back to the issue at hand.” Jin refocused the conversation, “Akira, we know that you’re upset with Naomi, but are you sure you want nothing to do with her?” On baited breath, they all waited for her response. Taehyung nudged at her hand, worry threaded through his mind. “Nothing to do with your family at all?”
Akira sat silently. Her mood shifted, making everyone around her feel her sadness. “I wouldn’t have chosen this if I didn’t want it. Of course I still want my grandmother around and I’ll always miss the children but this decision didn’t come lightly. I’ve realized that…” Akira shook her head slowly, thoughts spinning constantly, “Every moment of my life has been me living in constant fear. And my family has either been the root of it or hasn’t done anything to stop it. Do you understand how heartbreaking that is? To know that you were a mistake and that you were never really wanted? That’s cruel!” Akira shook her head, feeling the burn of more tears in her eyes. Taehyung huffed, nudging her hand with his head. She scratched his ear lightly before dropping her hand, “I don’t want any reminder of that part of my life around me. I can’t bear it.”
“Then we’ll follow your lead, Akira,” Namjoon decided, having shared agreement amongst the pack, “You won’t ever have to deal with them again, I promise.”
Akira stayed silent, something nagging at her mind, “I still want them protected.”
“Ok now I’m confused.” Hoseok placed his hands on his hips, utterly lost.
Akira sighed, “I know, it’s a lot to ask of, especially since it sounds like I’m flip flopping all over the place. And maybe it is my emotions, maybe they’re all over the place…but the kids didn’t do anything wrong. They shouldn’t get hurt because of the rest of my family, even if it means protecting them too. I know what’s happening with the rebels, I watch the news. They’re taking children and training them to be child soldiers. They're killing humans left and right without any thought to what it’d do to them mentally. They're even killing their own kind—I don’t want that for them. I know I probably have no say in what you all choose to do—.”
“You will always have a say, Akira. We listen to each other and we make decisions together. And biology aside, you are our omega, we will cherish every idea or concern you have, this is our way.” Namjoon assured her. Akira bit her lip, reluctant to speak. Jin reached over and grabbed her hand, “Whatever you want, we’ll support it. You’re the lady of the house, you run things.” He joked, making them all laugh.
“Doesn’t feel right when there’s a pack alpha in charge.” Akira replied.
“I may be the pack alpha but in the packs we were raised in, omegas ran the show.” Namjoon smirked, dimples fully on display. Taehyung stood to his full height, licking Akira’s face in surprise. She gasped, shock covering her face before her laugh rang out throughout the backyard. Smiling from his position from the grill, Yoongi called out to everyone, “Steaks are ready. Let’s eat!”
Taehyung ran off to the house to shift and change into some clothes. Jimin and Jungkook followed, going to the kitchen to bring out the side dishes while Hoseok helped Akira up from the lounge chair. “Easy princess. That limp of yours is still concerning.”
“It’s my side.” Akira winced, shifting to straighten her posture. “Breathing still hurts. I don’t heal as fast as werewolves, you know.”
“Even more reason for you to not overdo it.” Hoseok sat Akira down as he pulled out a chair for her.
“Yes Hobi.” Akira sighed, agreeing with him. Steak and glazed pork belly situated between a pot of ramyun, kimchi, Korean sweet potatoes, and parilla leaves and rice. Sitting next to her, Hoseok started placing food onto a plate and sitting it in front of her. Akira laid her head on his shoulder, staring at the table.
“We really should familiarize ourselves with more American food. We’re so used to eating things we like, we never stopped to think of things you might enjoy.” Jin frowned, seeing the setting of the table.
“I don’t mind. I enjoy trying different foods. Plus, you shouldn’t change your routines just for me.” Akira, having eaten Asian cuisine for most of her life, skillfully picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork belly. “Besides, I’ve had Korean food before, this city is mostly Black, Asian, and Latino, I’ve pretty much eaten everything I didn’t have to cook.” Hoseok nuzzled his nose against her head, smiling at how she ate without any struggle.
“Good to know.” Jin smiled, pleased.
“I hope you know, I don’t plan to just let you all do everything for me. I know it’s difficult taking care of me—.”
“It’s not a burden, if that’s what you’re thinking, Jagiya.” Taehyung mumbled as he stuffed his face, “We enjoy having someone to take care of.”
“It felt…nice. Being able to take care of you.” Jimin agreed, mixing his ramyun and rice together, smiling to himself.
“Is it a wolf thing? Or a man thing?” Akira removed her head from Hoseok’s shoulder, looking at everyone at the table.
“A little of both,” Yoongi answered for everyone, “As wolves, we’re territorial. We’re protective. It’s in our nature to provide for our mates, especially for Alphas. It makes us feel at ease.”
“Like an accomplishment?” Akira tilted her head a little, making Yoongi laugh,
“Something like that, yeah sweetheart.” Yoongi went back to his food, tearing a piece of parilla leaf off the plate.
“Sounds like a pride thing. I didn’t realize werewolves could be prideful.” Akira picked at her rice,
“Watch it, love.” Jimin smirked, teasing, “Werewolves are extremely prideful. Especially over mates.” Akira’s eyes widened cartoonishly, making everyone at the table laugh. Akira softly dropped her head on Hoseok’s shoulder once again, making a few of them stare at her. They loved how comfortable she was starting to be with their touch. Loved how relaxed and at peace she felt with them. Her scent blossomed around them; strong scent of cocoa and brown sugar engulfing them, almost like an underlying hint of vanilla. It was the smell of a content omega.
“Hm..” Akira pulled back. Eyes followed as she looked up at Hoseok then brought her head back to his shoulder.
“You ok there, princess?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah. Just something funny I thought about.” Akira shook her head, pushing her food around on her plate. “When I was younger,” Akira paused, staring down at her food, “I used to sit on my grandmother’s porch and she’d be snapping peas or something. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we said nothing at all. Just sit there.” A small smile curled on her lips, “We used to drink this spiced lemonade, almost like she put ginger in it. And eat ginger snaps.”
“What brought this on, sweetheart.” Yoongi chuckled, bringing his food to his mouth.
“Hobi. Smells like lemonade and ginger snaps.” Akira giggled. Cutlery all dropped, even Hoseok’s, as they all stared at Akira with mild concern and shock. Akira looked up from her plate, nervous,
“What? What I say?”
Jungkook leaned into the table, “Wait, you can really smell Hobi-hyung’s scent??” Akira nodded slowly, confused as to why it was such a big deal,
“Yeah? Is he not supposed to smell like that?”
Jin shook his head, “No, he is, we’re just surprised you can actually smell his scent. Humans usually can’t smell wolves’ scents, it’s not a trait they can possess.”
Akira shrugged, “Oh…I mean it’s faint but I can still smell it. I can smell everybody’s scent.” They all gawked at Akira’s confession. Akira shrunk down in her seat, feeling embarrassed, “So this isn’t normal, is it?”
“Nothing about this was ever normal, sweetheart.” Yoongi gathered, “You were born into a family of wolves, maybe some of the traits are faint but there.”
“If our scents trigger a memory, then she is in fact our mate.” Jimin surmised. “Mates have trigger pheromones. Complimentary scents that remind their mates of something safe, particularly from childhood. For you, it’s spiced lemonade and ginger snaps, Hobi-hyung reminds you of a safe part of your childhood.”
Akira straightened, curiosity peaking behind her eyes, “So then…you were all meant to smell the way you do. You were meant to be appealing towards only me?”
“Do we trigger any other memories for you?” Jungkook asked expantly. Akira shrugged, a small, cute smile gracing her face as Jungkook got up and ran over to her.
“Down, boy!” Jin hollered as Jungkook robbed his face into her neck, scenting her as she giggled. Akira inhaled his scent without knowing, sparking another distant memory that made her feel happy and warm inside, “You smell like ice cream. Kinda like the kind my grandmother would make by hand.” Akira sniffed again, making Jungkook grin. Jimin huffed with a whine,
“No fair, I want a turn!” He pouted, making Akira laugh.
“See what you started.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as Jungkook walked back to his seat with a smug look on his face. Akira giggled loudly, making the entire table turn to her.
“I don’t mind. I actually kinda like it. I like knowing that I have some type of wolf traits in me.” Akira shrugged, “It feels normal for once.” They each looked at each other before hopping up from their seats, Jimin being the fastest to get to her. Akira laughed once more before bringing her nose down to his outstretched wrist. “Hmm..spearmint and eucalyptus. My grandmother used to put me in these cleansing baths with those scents. I used to love those, I used to sit in those for hours until I get all pruny and refused to get out.” Akira giggled, “She said they weren’t regular baths, it was to clear my spirit of any negative energy. Probably why I enjoyed them so much.” Jimin’s chest fluffed as his inner wolf purred with glee.
“Alright jagiya, me next.” Taehyung held out his wrist for Akira to sniff. She instantly felt relaxed, and it was noticeable amongst the group, “Lavender and rosemary? I remember my grandmother spraying this any time I slept over, she said it was the only thing to calm me down when I got restless. Something about not liking to have to leave my nest? Whatever that meant.” Akira shrugged. Taehyung stared over at Namjoon, nodding in his direction,
“When you were younger, were there certain things you couldn’t sleep without? Certain things that had to be just right or else you couldn’t feel comfortable?” Namjoon asked.
Akira squinted, her brain working overtime to remember, “Yeah, actually, now that I think about it, I had to have my bedding and stuff a certain way. I assumed I had OCD or something.” Akira laughed before it finally clicked, “That was a wolf thing, wasn’t it?”
Namjoon smiled, “Not just any wolf thing. An omega thing. Omegas tend to nest, to help them feel safe and comfortable in their surroundings. You were nesting, baby.” Akira exhaled slowly, letting the realization sink in. Taehyung slowly moved his wrist, leaning down to nuzzle his chin into her neck before giving her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re definitely not fully human, that’s for sure.”
“Then what am I?” Akira questioned softly.
“Maybe your wolf is laying dormant until she feels safe enough to come out? It has been known to happen to some. Kinda like late stage puberty, some wolves remain dormant because it’s a trauma response. She has to feel safe to come forward. You’re probably not connected which would also explain why you’re not healing as fast and why some of the traits like nesting and sense of smell are faint. It’s not uncommon.” Namjoon explained.
“So there’s a possibility that I am a werewolf?” Akira was anxious yet excited.
“Possibly. You could also be just human, there’s no way to test for it. It’s a waiting game.” Akira exhaled, a little sad at the thought of waiting. Suddenly, she smelt the coconut and leather waft over the patio table, relaxing her a bit, “I know you’re trying to relax me Joonie, it’s ok.”
“How did she—.” Jimin spoke before Akira cut him off,
“His was the first scent I smelled before everyone else. Smelled like coconut candies and leather, smelled like my grandfather’s journal I was never allowed to touch.” Akira twirled her chopsticks, remembering the day her grandmother caught her staring at it, along with a cologne he used to wear that somehow brought out his natural scent more, as her grandmother put it, “And Jin smells just like his cologne. Sage and juniper berries. Probably why she’s drawn to you two the most. You remind her of him.”
The table sat quiet as Akira picked at her food. Thoughts swirled in her head like clouds of smoke. Learning this new information brought on so many questions for her. Were the guys really meant to be her mates? Was she fully human or did she have a dormant wolf inside of her? How did all of these things work and why, even if she is human, was it never taught to her? “…What I don’t understand is how is it that your scents were specifically picked for me. That’s not a coincidence.”
“You heard of the Lycan Goddess, Akashi?” Jin asked. Akira nodded, remembering stories her grandmother told her of the goddess that created her kind. Of the half wolf, half human god that merged both worlds because she herself was taken care of by wolves after being attacked by other goddesses for her beauty. The jealousy created an all out war, causing her to be casted out after the Lycan God, Enkil declared his love for her over his wife, Anansi.
“My grandmother used to tell me stories. How Enkil and other gods were madly in love with her and how she was thrown from the heavens from the other goddesses because of jealousy. She only loved I’ve god, the human god of peace, Azul. She, being the wolf god of love and fertility, wanted to be with him and create a family, but because of the other gods fighting over her beauty, they killed Azul and banished her to earth.” Akira recited from memory, thinking back to the time her grandmother would read her stories of their goddess.
“Yes. She was beaten and taken away from her lover. It’s said that a pack of wolves found her, and instead of eating her, they made her a part of their pack, taking care of her and nursing her back to health. They became her family.” Yoongi finished, “She was so moved by their kindness that she rewarded them by making them half human. After they found out she was a goddess of fertility, the pack omega begged her to help her conceive because she wanted children. Akashi not only helped her, but created more werewolves so that they could thrive and multiply. Her werewolves were magically gifted though. They’re known as Divines.” Yoongi watched as the wheels turned in Akira’s head. Her lips trembled and eyes dilated slightly,
“Magical werewolves…are you talking about my grandmother?” Akira whispered softly.
“Yes baby, we are.” Namjoon interrupted, “Obviously she’s not one of the children, but she is an offspring of one. There aren’t many of them left, sadly, but it is possible that it runs in your family. Somewhere along the line, one of your ancestors was a Divine.”
Akira shook her head, the overload of information disorienting her, “Wait, how does this explain your scents being tied to me?”
Jimin smiled, “When Akashi helped the pack omega to conceive, it sprouted her love of children. The children she created were not only magical, she created them for the offspring of that pack. She created mates for them so that they would never be lonely. So that they could brace the world together. She made sure that their scents were compatible with each other so that they could find each other. A built in soulmate. Their wolves would awaken once they found each other. But as the decades passed, the werewolf bloodlines became diluted with mostly human DNA. More werewolves started following their hearts than their biological instincts.”
“I can’t believe this.” Akira dropped her head in her hands, overwhelmed by everything that was taught to her and everything that she just learned, “So you mean to tell me that even in my diluted bloodline, my grandmother is a Divine, a magical werewolf, and that the scents I smell off of you is because Akashi made all werewolves give of compatible scents so that they can find their mates…”
“Exactly.” Jin agreed, “We were meant to find you, and you were meant to find us. We’re meant to roam this life together until our time inevitably comes to an end.” Akira took a deep breath. Her body slumped in her chair as she processed everything.
“We know it’s a lot to take in,” Hoseok murmured, “But there’s some things that you’ve done that even we can’t deny are out of character for humans. That’s why we think it has to do with your family.”
Akira turned to him, “What things?”
“Well for starters, the scent thing.” Jungkook spoke, “Then there’s the nesting.”
“Also you respond to Alpha commands, like instinctually.” Taehyung chimed in.
“Hey, that's not fair, I don’t know when I do that.” Akira pointed a finger his way, not liking the fact that a few of them have used their Alpha command on her without her knowledge.
“And for that, we apologize,” Namjoon started, “but there’s also your sense of alertness. You were able to sense danger even before I could, like the night of the family dinner and that fight broke out. The reason why Omegas were coveted the most is because of their discernment. They have high alert signals that help them warn their pack when danger is near. It’s in their nature to protect what’s theirs. They are fiercely protective of their pack and the safety of that pack. Your traits, as faint as they are, are there. I think your wolf is just dormant because it doesn’t feel safe yet to connect with you.”
“But I do feel safe.” Akira uttered, “I feel safe with all of you.” The pack smiled at her admission. Hoseok pulled her close, rubbing his chin across the top of her head
— — —
“Why does Joseph hate me so much, grandmother? What did I ever do to him?”
Akira and her grandmother sat in her room, quietly having lemonade and cookies in the seating area of her room. Genevieve had been determined to see how her youngest grandchild was doing, even more so once she learned that Akira had been suffering from depression. She wanted whatever time she could get with her. “I don’t know little wolf. Maybe you remind him of the innocence he lost. Maybe you remind him too much of his father. Who knows.”
Akira frowned, putting down her glass of lemonade, “Grandpa?”
Genevieve sighed. She looked tired, Akira noted. Signs of stress covering her like a cloak, “Your father was young when he was killed, sweetpea. You look so much like my Booker…”
This tidbit surprised Akira, making her straighten her posture, “I do? Really?”
Genevieve smiled softly, yet there was a hint of sadness there, “Sometimes it’s the little things…you have his smile. His eyes. Sometimes when you speak, it’s almost like he’s right there in the room with me…” Akira frowned as her grandmother sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if trying to remember every detail of Booker’s face, as if she had to try.
“Deep down, your father is a hurt little boy with too much anger inside. He never healed, and I guess in a way, that’s my fault.” Genevieve admitted to not only Akira, but to herself of her shortcomings as a mother. She felt like she failed in handling raising her children after their father’s death, and she didn’t know how to cope.
Akira tsk’d, “How could that be your fault?”
“I never spoke about Booker until now, I couldn’t. Losing someone like that so suddenly…it’s a pain I never want you to go through. Having someone taken from you so forcefully…it changes you as a person.” Genevieve lamented. Akira nodded,
“I understand grandmother.” Akira looked away, her eyes trained on the condensation from her glass. The television provided background noise, the soft murmuring of whatever was on, being drowned out by their conversation. “When I was younger, I thought Joseph was how he was towards me because that was just his way. But I realized he could love, he could be affectionate …” Akira stared down at her hands, “Just not with me. I’m the living embodiment of his hatred. I remind him of his hatred towards humans; I am his grief, his pain, and his anger. Now that I know that I look like grandpa, that man had to look me in my face for 26 years and see the man he lost and couldn’t grieve. I reminded him of what he could no longer have.” Genevieve watches as Akira’s body shrinks deeper into the couch. She could feel the dark sorrow drown them both as it bounced off of her. She quickly switched gears, another coping mechanism Akira seemed to pick up from her,
“How are you here? They treatin’ you right?” Genevieve inquired.
Akira thought of her response carefully, “I’m safe here grandmother…I’m just…they really like me and I want to like them. I just don’t want to confuse my liking them with my need for affection. I want it to be real.” Akira explained, or at least attempted to explain, her feelings, “Namjoon said that he loves me. They all said they love me. I wanna feel that, I wanna love them eventually too but…how will I know that I do? I don’t wanna confuse my lack of affection and need for it with real love. It’s not fair to them. They deserve to be loved fully and I can’t give them that yet. I don’t know if I ever will.” Akira once again felt fresh tears threatening to fall as her heart ached. When Namjoon first told her that he loved her, it was during their first date. He had been so sure of his feelings, had no doubts, but Akira wasn’t sure of hers. She never knew what love felt like, and it terrified her that she could mess everything up.
“Oh little wolf,” Genevieve got up from the arm chair and sat next to Akira on the couch. Immediately, Akira burst into tears the minute Genevieve wrapped her arms around her, “you have every right to question your feelings. It’s all so overwhelming and confusing and everything is happening so fast that you don’t know where to turn. Your feelings are valid, my sweetpea.” Genevieve squeezed her shoulders, “I can’t tell you how you’ll be able to tell the difference, but what I can tell you is when you feel it, you will know it. You’ll look at them and everything will make sense suddenly. I hope you get to have the type of love that I experienced when I had Booker.” Genevieve wiped Akira’s face when she pulled back to ask her a question,
“Grandmother? Could you tell me more about grandpa Booker?” Though it was hard to talk about him, Genevieve couldn’t deny the sweet face of her granddaughter.
“Alright, lay down.” Genevieve made room for Akira to lay on the couch with her head against her lap. “Hm…Your grandfather was this…strong, incredibly smart man. He was as tall as a tree and built like a boxer. I mean he could lift all the kids with just one arm and still chop wood with the other.” Genevieve slowly ran her fingers through Akira’s hair, “He had the gentlest heart I ever seen. Booker would give his right arm to help whoever needed, wolf or human, it didn’t matter. He just always felt compelled to help others. And when he loved, god, he loved hard…no one could poison his heart about the people he loved and fought for.”
“I wish you kids were able to meet him. He would’ve loved you all, he would’ve never —.” Genevieve paused, her voice growing shaky as she thought about all the things Booker would never get to do or see. Akira looked up at her grandmother, finding tears in her eyes. Genevieve mourned Booker terribly. He missed holding his first grandchild and handing over his daughter for her crossing ceremony. He missed birthdays and Christmases and other holidays. His death sucked all the joy that was left.
“Grandmother?” Akira worried.
“…I look at you and I see his face. I see the man that smelled like sage and juniper and swept me off my feet when I first met him. I see all his hopes and dreams…I see all the wishes he wanted and the plans we made…Booker was my everything and it kills me that he will never know you. That he would never know any of his grandchildren.” Genevieve’s small gasp had her tears falling and her hands wiping her face. Teary eyed herself, Akira slowly sat up and tried comforting her grandmother,
“I’m sorry grandmother. I shouldn’t have brought him up, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Genevieve shushed, “No, no baby, it’s ok. I needed to do this. I needed to talk about him, I needed you to know the kind of man he was.” She patted Akira’s arm, reassuring her that she was fine, “I think you would’ve been his favorite just because you have his face.”
Akira laughed, wiping her own tears, “I definitely would’ve loved that. I can tell he was a wonderful man. He was meant for you.” Akira laid her head on Genevieve’s shoulder. “You deserved to have him here, grandmother. And it isn’t fair that you had to lose him the way you did. No one deserves that. I know you aren’t comfortable talking about what happened, and I won’t ask. But I do believe you got to experience a great love, and I hope I can experience that one day.”
Genevieve pulled back, making sure to hold Akira’s face in her hands. Her thumb swiped beneath her eyes, wiping away Akira’s shed tears, “I know for a fact that you will, little wolf. You will have a great and wonderful love deserving of your heart. These boys will make sure of that.”
Akira whimpered, “I’m scared…” she whispered.
Genevieve smiled, “And that’s ok. Be scared. Fall deep, my little wolf. Embrace that love once you finally have it.”
Summary: While Akira recovers from her injuries, Bangtan notice a shift in Akira’s behavior, both physically and mentally. Akira also learns more about her family’s history, raising more questions than answers for her.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of serious injuries; talk of depression; lots of crying; angst, lycan lore, strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21
WC: 9,873
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“She still can’t speak, what’s the issue doc? Why can’t my mate speak?!”
A week had passed since the incident Akira faced. She was able to wake without much of a blurry vision, though it was still difficult to see. Half the time, she couldn’t make out who was in front of her; the only people she could recognize was Jungkook, the raised skin from his tattoos was a dead giveaway, as well as Yoongi, from the scar on his face. The bruising to her body was slowly healing. Both her ankle and wrist were bandaged due to a sprain. The swelling in both eyes had gone down some, but not much, which still impaired her vision. The doctor was able to fix her nose, also still bandaged and the cuts were still held together by surgical glue and stitches for some.
But the worst was her breathing. Three broken ribs meant tightly wound bandages around her torso. It proved to be difficult when her throat was still damaged from being choked. The nasty bruise around her throat was evident that her larynx still hadn’t healed fully, “She’s still wheezing, she should be talking by now, it’s been a week!”
The doctor sighed, “Mr. Min, I assure you that this is normal. Her throat is still badly bruised, it’s going to take time for her to speak.” Yoongi, all with the rest of Bangtan, turned towards Akira as the doctor walked closer. Every time he did, she flinched. She knew logically, he wasn’t a threat, but mentally, she wasn’t there yet. Akira still couldn’t see and she didn’t have heightened senses like her male counterparts. Understandably, she was jumpy.
“Shh, hey, hey, I’m right here, you’re ok.” Yoongi calmed Akira as her hoarse whimpers grew louder. He grabbed her hand and held it to his face, “It’s Yoongi. Yoongi.” He whispered back. Her fingers trailed down his scar and her heart rate slowly dropped to normal. Hand falling limp as Yoongi grabbed it once more and held it. A few of the men looked away, hurt by the damage that was done, while others just simply walked out the room, it being too much to bear.
“Akira, I need to see how far along your throat’s healing. Can you open your mouth for me?” The doctor asked patiently. Though she hesitated, Akira did as he asked. “Yeah, still some swelling. The warm fluids has reduced it tremendously though, just keep drinking warm to room temperature drinks, nothing with sugar in it. Are you able to try and speak today, Ms. Batiste?” Akira winced, shaking her head ‘no’.
“Her name is Kim. It’s Akira Kim now.” Namjoon spoke with an authoritative coldness that edged out. He sat on the window seal very still and quiet, as if his mind was racing with millions of possibilities to detach Akira from the Batiste name. He never held such hate in his heart before this. Every day he struggled to hold onto what little was left of his humanity. Akira was the only thing keeping him together.
“Apologies. Ms. Kim, we’ll see about talking in a couple of days or so, when the swelling has gone down.” After the doctor left, Yoongi remained by Akira’s side. He kissed her hand and whispered how everything was going to be ok. “Where’d the pups go?” Yoongi asked, referring to Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook.
“Hobi took them outside, they were still too upset. Their scent was starting to sour.” Jin sighed, sitting down in a chair in the far corner of the room. Akira turned her head to his voice, seeing a blurry figure sitting near the corner. Jin smiled weakly, “I’m here, sweetheart. We’re all here.” They sadly watched as tears streamed down her face. The pain of their mate left their wolves in agony. Over the next few days, Akira eventually started to get better. She could sit up without being in pain. Her sight was getting better, still blurry but only slightly. Thankfully, there was no brain damage from the amount of head trauma she received so her cognitive abilities were still intact.
“H-Home?” Her voice left in a whisper as it was still bruised and swollen and hoarse. The doctor, feeling that she would be well taken care of, released her to go home, but she had no clue where that would be.
“Yes baby, you’re going home with us from now on.” Namjoon replied. Akira sat on the hospital bed, just as confused as before. “We feel that you’re safer with us. Rules and ceremonies be damned, you’re coming home with us.” Akira looked down at her hands, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The men all noticed that Akira didn’t seem all that excited. Yet, they did take into account that she almost nearly died at the hands of her father and eldest brother, so her solemn spirit was expected. After helping her into a wheelchair, Namjoon exited the hospital room. Outside the room, Jin stood, waiting. Everyone was at home, moving Akira’s things and getting her room ready. “The pups are excited to have you home with us. I’ll make sure that they leave you alone to rest though, they can get a little rowdy.” Jin joked.
“P-Pup?” Akira stuttered softly, raising a hand to point at herself. Jin smiled,
“Yes, I guess since technically, you are the youngest, you’d be a pup too.” Akira could barely speak in full sentences at the moment. The physical trauma left by her father brought on psychological ones as well. After discharging her from the hospital, Namjoon waited with her outside while Jin brought the car around,
“I know everything is a lot right now…but I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you again, Akira.” Akira made out Namjoon’s blurry face. She reached out to touch it, making him lay his cheek in the palm of her hand. She was sad she could no longer make out his face, no matter how much she blinked.
“Joon…” Akira sounded winded and out of breath. Namjoon held onto her hand, moving forward to kiss her gently on the forehead,
“Yeah baby, it’s Joon.” If he didn’t know better, Namjoon would’ve thought he saw a hint of a smile on Akira’s face. The car pulled up just as Namjoon stood to his full height. Jin hopped out and opened the door, then helped Namjoon get Akira inside. “I’ll sit in the back with her.” Jin nodded, watching Namjoon climb in the back seat. Throughout the drive, Akira had dozed off. The medication they gave made her drowsy. Namjoon sighed a sigh of relief as Akira dropped her head on his shoulder, “This is killing me. I’m supposed to be a leader and yet the one thing I couldn’t do was protect her. I should’ve listened to everyone and brought her home sooner.”
“She’s not going to see it that way. Right now, she’s going to see you as her Alpha, as her protector. It’s you that she trusts more than ever right now. Do not let this guilt consume you, Joon-ah. You did nothing wrong.” Jin assured him. Namjoon just stared down at Akira, who fell asleep on his shoulder. The light wheeze of her breath a concern of his. Throughout the ride, neither felt as though they could relax until you were home with them. When the streets turned into winding forest back roads the deeper they went, it wasn’t far off until they reached their large two story home. The grey washed brick contrasted beautifully with the black matte exterior. Stone driveway paths lead to the two door garage and large oak door; while others lead to a tiny lake pond out front. Large windows let out warm lighting as the glow from inside made it homey.
The exterior at the back of the house was no different, with steps leading down to large land with miles of green and a large pavilion that held guests whenever family and friends visited. The patio area was decked out with black and cream pillows and chairs and sheet curtains to keep bugs away. Pulling up to the driveway, Taehyung and Hoseok watched wearily as Taehyung paced back and forth. Namjoon moved Akira off his shoulder as Jin came to a stop in front of the steps. Taehyung quickly met Namjoon at the car door, opening it in such a hurry that Namjoon had to shush him, “She’s sleeping. They have her heavily medicated.” Taehyung nodded, licking his lips as he apologized.
“Where is everyone else?” Jin questioned just as Namjoon lifted Akira gently into his arms.
“Yoongi has Jimin and Jungkook making lunch for everyone. Tae and I just finished getting Akira’s room ready.” Hoseok stared fondly at Akira, wishing she was awake to greet them. Whatever drugs they gave her, Akira was completely knocked out. She didn’t feel Namjoon pick her up. She didn’t feel him ascending the large staircase with her in his arms. She didn’t even feel when he tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. But the moment she felt Namjoon slipping away, she grabbed his sleeve immediately, “Nnoooo…Joon..”. Like any alpha, Namjoon could not ignore the cries of his mate. He sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing hold of the hand that reached for him, “Guess I’m staying here.”
“Do you want us to bring up your food? I think she’ll be able to eat the soup Jimin’s making.” Taehyung asked. Without tearing his eyes from her, Namjoon nodded lightly. He brought Akira’s hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. They all stared quietly, helplessly as she slept. Hoseok sighed, feeling tired all of a sudden. He sat at the foot of the bed, looking troubled, “We have to make this legal, Joon-ah. We never did the ceremony, her father or grandmother has the legal standing to take her back. She’s not ours until she’s completely ours.”
During a crossing ceremony, once an alpha claims their mate, the mate crosses out the name of their familial pack and takes on their own. It is essentially a wedding of sorts. Usually done in front of the families, the council, and friends. The head of the familial pack and the head of the mate’s pack sign their names as well, sealing the bond completely. Unfortunately, due to circumstances, that hasn’t happened for Bangtan yet.
“I know that. She just needs time to heal. Please Hobi-hyung, can’t it wait?” Namjoon begged.
Hoseok sighed, “It can, but not for long. We need to do this right. She needs to be able to receive everything in case one of us—.”
“Dies?” Taehyung questioned softly, “Isn’t it a little early for that, hyung?” Taehyung frowned.
“With the way the rebels are reaching across the states, we might not be afforded time. She needs to be well taken care of if something happens.” While the pack loved Hoseok’s logical nature, the timing felt wrong. “Other than that, we have more pressing concerns. How are we gonna take care of her?”
Taehyung stared, confused,“What do you mean?”
“I mean how are we…gonna bathe her.” Hoseok stared awkwardly at the comforter set as the room grew silent. Awkwardness flowed through the room. Jin coughed,
“I think she can bathe herself, it’s the undressing part we’ll have to deal with. We shouldn’t make this awkward for her, it’s perfectly normal to need help.”
“Well count me out.” Namjoon shook his head, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, “My wolf barely contained himself when we made out, it’s not gonna survive seeing her naked.”
“Hey!” Jin scolded, “Honestly, Joon-ah.” Jin tisked, shaking his head.
“What?! I’m being honest—do you not see how gorgeous she is?! I’m surprised it didn’t come out the first day!” Namjoon whispered harshly, checking back at Akira to make sure she was asleep still. “You didn’t smell how good she smelled hyung. I almost couldn’t control my wolf, that hasn’t happened in years.”
“Maybe our betas should stick to helping her, then.” Taehyung coughed, awkwardly scratching the side of his neck.
“Normally our betas aren’t affected but Akira is different.” Jin confessed, “Even Jimin said he felt pulled to her. Normally, us betas wouldn’t feel magnetic energy but again, Akira is different, and I have no clue why.”
“You think it has something to do with her grandmother being a Divine?” Hoseok pondered.
Jin sighed, “That, I’m not sure of.”
— — —
The following days, everyone took shifts trying to have Akira adjust while in recovery. Bathing and showering she could manage on her own until it got to her hair. Trying to wash it proved difficult when raising her arms; the tightness from her injuries nearly made her pass out from the ache. The guys didn’t mind messing up a few towels and clothes if it meant stepping into the walk in shower to help her. Jimin volunteered, having watched and studied multiple videos on her hair type. “I didn’t realize your hair was longer than this, love.” Jimin smiled, noticing her coils elongate even further past tailbone length.
“I never…cut..my hair..” Though her breathing was still shallow and at times difficult, Akira was able to start talking again, albeit a whisper. It was difficult for Akira to raise her voice; the soreness was raw at the base of her throat. Jimin curled his fingers at the root, massaging her head gently. Akira closed her eyes, sighing softly. Jimin, amongst all of them, was more than happy to try and make Akira as comfortable and as safe as possible. Though he didn’t expect to see so much of her exposed body so soon, seeing as how they never had their date yet, Jimin tried with all his might to not be tempted. He loved looking at her cocoa melanated skin. Glistening under the few water drops as the steam from the shower engulfed them. Her hair covered the small of her back, barely teased by the now soaking wet body towel. Her neck looked inviting, just waiting to be bitten.
He’s a Beta, he’s not supposed to stir up these rabid emotions his wolf was causing. They’re supposed to be neutral—exactly what was Akira doing to his pack?
‘Omega smells so good. I need to know if she tastes the same.’
“Cool it.” Jimin growled, rinsing out the shampoo from Akira’s hair.
Akira turned slightly, “Hm?” A confused expression on her face. Jimin nearly moaned at the look she gave him; her innocent eyes staring up at him while hands held up a wet towel that did little to cover her chest.
He took a deep breath, her sweet, brown sugar chocolate scent deepened due to the shower, “Nothing, just my wolf causing trouble.” Jimin chuckled.
“Mm.” Akira turned back around, back straightened. Jimin continued washing her hair until it felt as soft as the sweater he gifted her. When he was done, he turned off the water and left to get them both new towels. Being a gentleman, he looked away when he held a towel up to Akira, making sure she was covered before bringing her to the vanity sink, where her hair products were.
“I’m afraid I’m not good at braiding, love.” Jimin tutted, still trying to master how to care for her, yet not quite there yet. Though she wasn’t looking at him, a habit she seems to have formed with all the guys lately, she did give him a small, light smile. Akira loved that he was at least trying.
“A ponytail…is fine…for now.” She replied breathlessly.
Jimin made sure to detangle and put in the right products before placing her hair in a ponytail. He then left her to dry off and get ready for an afternoon of lounging around; her clothes folded neatly on the counter as she got her unscented shea butter and lotion to put on before layering it with some cocoa scented body oil. The soft oversized sweater Jimin had gifted her months ago—so pink and plush like cotton candy—laid next to a pair of rose pink silk shorts. After finding a way to get dressed, Akira slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom door. Jimin was throwing the blanket Taehyung made for her onto the bed when he heard the crack of the bathroom door. His soft smile reassured her, but still, she needed help getting to the bed as her vision still continued to be blurry. She could make out the outlines of his face, but slowly, it would take a while for her full vision to come back to her.
Jimin took quick strides to get to her, holding his arm out to her, “Where do you want to sit, the bed or the couch?”
“Bed..please..” Akira murmured softly. The spacious room was probably bigger than anything she’s ever had. The large suite opened up to a cream colored room with plush beige carpeting. A black stone fireplace sat offset to the large four poster canopy bed with mountains of pillows. Some of Akira’s things had been placed away while a few things remained in her large walk-in closet. The closet led to her massive bedroom where black stone heated flooring covered the floor, matching the shower room where a large soaking tub sat on one end and a shower bench with rainfall shower heads hung on the other. On the other side of the room sat two seating areas, one underneath a large windowsill; two chairs and an end table. The other seating area she had, separated by two steps leading into a living room area. The wide L-shaped cream colored couch still allowed room for a small coffee table, an entertainment area where her large television sat, and matching chair to the couch.
To Akira, it felt like a mini apartment, but to the guys, it was her private den. A place where their omega could relax in peace and not be disturbed. They each wanted Akira to feel safe in their home, away from anything or anyone they could harm her.
But Jimin, like the rest of his pack, noticed a dimness in her eyes. The sweet, gentle woman they had grown to love had become listless and nervous. She hardly smiled anymore. She barely comes out of her room since her meals are brought to her. And any time she is out of her room, she’s holding onto one of them for dear life. Fear. Fear is what has Akira shaking every day and night. Fear is what has her looking over her shoulders, head on a constant swivel. It was the fear of her family that had her crying out every night, as if reliving the same moment over and over. No one knew how to comfort her. But no one gave up, either.
“No walks today love? How about some tv?” Akira nodded as Jimin pulled back the covers, allowing her to get into bed. He then sat beside her, grabbing the remote to turn on something for her to listen to. It didn’t matter what was on, Akira would just lay her head on Jimin’s shoulder and fall asleep anyway. “Tired already? We haven’t even started yet. Jimin giggled.
“Always…t-tired…now.” Akira muttered, feeling how drowsy the pain meds she took early made her feel. Jimin bit his lip, worried about her state, ‘Hyung? I’m worried about Akira, she doesn’t look so good.’
Within minutes, feet raced up the stairs and started towards Akira’s room. The door cracked open, as to not startle her. Jimin looked up; Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung walked in with Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon unfortunately stuck at work, both crowding their mind-link with questions. Jimin assured them that medication was the issue, “I think her medicine is what’s making her act this way. She can barely keep her eyes open or sit up.”
Jin sat in front of Akira, knowing he broke the rule of being invited to her nest, but it was urgent, “Hey there tiny lady, can you open your eyes for me?” Though she struggled, Akira managed to open her eyes long enough to see Jin smile. “There’s our pretty girl. How about you rest and we figure out what to do about your meds, ok?”
“Yes…Jinnie…” Akira sighed, closing her eyes once again as she laid down fully. Jimin tucked her in, softly pushing away loose hairs from her face. He looked on the verge of tears,
“These pills..they’re sucking the life out of her, Jin.” Jimin whimpered.
“It’s not just the pills, her depression has made itself back into her mind. Everything she endured, it’s beginning to show and we just have to navigate through that. But for now, I think weaning her off her meds or lessening the amount might help.” They all stared helplessly at Akira’s sleeping figure once again. Taehyung clasped Jimin’s shoulder as tears welled in his eyes. Hoseok stood by the door, watching for any changes in her breathing or even the slightest sign of discomfort. Everything, sadly, was a waiting game.
— — —
“Akira is depressed and instead of helping her through it, we’re down here bickering on what not to do.”
Ever the voice of reason, Jin calmed all tempers in the living room of their home that chilly Friday afternoon. It had been three weeks since Akira officially moved in with them, and although there had been improvement in speech and a little of her eyesight, and physical activity, her state of mind had not. There were days where Akira wouldn’t leave her bed. Days where tears fell endlessly down her face and everything that reminded her of her family seeped into the dark corners of her mind. The hurt she felt from being severely wounded by her father and betrayal from her sister. Her grandmother and mother called, but she refused to answer the phone. She wasn’t ready yet. Akira knew, deep down, she wasn’t ready to deal with the fallout of everything.
In the living room, tempers flared on how to best help Akira cope, but Jin, being older and the pack Beta, had the final say, “We’re not going to push her into feeling better, that would just make her more anxious. We have to ease her into it. She’s only ever been with family, on top of that, all she’s ever known is abuse. This is the biggest adjustment she’s ever had to face, and all at once, it is not surprising that she’s feeling how she feels.”
“So then what do we do, hyung?” Jungkook pleaded, “Because seeing her like this is killing me.” He frowned, dropping his face into his hands. Jimin rubbed the overgrown puppy’s back, trying to comfort him.
“This is new for you, not being the baby pup in the pack anymore, it’s new for all of us. And I know now your instinct is to protect her.” Jin ruffled his hair soothingly, “But we have to move at her pace. We have to ease her into feeling better because if we push, we’ll push her away. She’s fragile. Right now, it’s best to let her come to us.”
As if on cue, ears perked and heads shot upwards towards the staircase at the sound of movement. The door to Akira’s room cracked open; tiny squeaks of the hinges and soft patter of socked feet made their way to the hallway. She was searching for one of them. Hoseok, being the closest to the stairs, called out, “Did you need something, princess?”
“I wanna come downstairs.” Akira replied meekly. Dashing towards the top of the stairs, Hoseok held out his hands for her. Akira grabbed them, looping her arm through his as he helped her down. Soft greetings of ‘love’ and ‘beautiful’ and ‘sweetheart’ tickled Akira’s ears as she moved closer to the couch. Jungkook and Jimin made space for her, seating her in the middle between them. Today she was comfy, once again sporting the cotton candy colored swear and grey sweatpants. She decided that sulking in her room for the day would be too much for her.
“Is there something you needed, sweetheart?” Yoongi quietly asked, being ever so attentive.
“I got tired of being in bed all day. I realized that I’ve done nothing but sulk since I’ve gotten here, I’ve been a terrible guest.” Akira frowned.
“You’re not a guest Akira, this is your home.” Namjoon challenged, making Akira look at him, “And we understand why you’ve needed to be alone. We’d never push you to be ready.”
“I just…I feel so guilty. I feel responsible for all of this…” Akira whispered weakly, bowing her head with embarrassment.
“You have nothing to feel guilty about, my love.” Jimin placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head, “Nothing you’ve ever done should have warranted what your father had done. Nothing.” Jimin spoke lowly, staring into her eyes. “None of this is your fault.”
“But I—.”
“No, no buts.” Jungkook pouted, wrapping his arms gently around Akira’s waist. Akira blinked, somewhat startled from the touch. “You’re innocent. What your family’s been doing is wrong.”
The silence was loud. Each held their breath as they awaited Akira’s reaction. Silently, a tear rolled down her cheek as she shuffled. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of her neck, scenting her, while Jimin swiped her cheeks, “It’s ok to cry, love. It’s ok to feel.”
“I don’t wanna feel.” Akira whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling, I don’t wanna deal with any of this, I wanna be numb.” Akira cried harder, making Jungkook whimper.
“You have to feel, beautiful.” Namjoon moved in closer, sitting in front of her on the edge of the coffee table, “Being numb closes you off to all the good feelings too, not just the bad ones. Look, listen to me,” Namjoon smoothly grabbed hold of her hands, “Whatever you’re feeling, whenever you’re feeling it, place that burden on us. It’s our job as your pack, your mates, to protect you. It’s our job to take care of you. Let us do that job, Akira.”
“I can’t,” Akira cried even harder, “I can’t.”
“You have to, princess.” Yoongi stood, towering next to Namjoon, “You have to let us try and take care of you; I know it’s not what you’re used to and I know you usually have to fend for yourself, but our pack doesn’t work like that. We take care of each other. We’re a family, we take care of everyone we love, and it’s a biological need to take care of our mate, it’s instinct. Taking care of you is basic instinct.”
“I don’t know how..” Akira sniffles, tears streaming quickly down her face.
“Then let us do the work. Let us take that burden from you.” Jimin spoke calmly. He tucked her head just beneath his chin as more tears spilled. It’s bittersweet to see someone you care about cry their eyes out. These weren’t tears of joy, they were of sadness and sorrow. Heartbreak and grief. Akira had to find her way out of the shadows and though she wouldn’t be alone, it was still such a lonely battle to finish.
— — —
“You’re awfully quiet over there, Tiny Lady. Any particular reason why?”
The past couple of days have been trying for Akira and for Bangtan. News circulated that the elopement of Naomi and Jackson caused drama within pack families, as it went against rules and customs. Even more so with the news of Bangtan not having a crossing ceremony at all, going straight into the legal proceedings between Hoseok, Namjoon, and Genevieve Batiste. The dust was settling. Akira was officially theirs, even if she could not be present for it.
“I heard grandmother and Namjoon talk when she was here…Naomi and Jackson…they’re back, aren’t they, Jin?”
No secret could be kept from Akira in Bangtan. News spread like wildfire that Jackson and Naomi were back from their impromptu honeymoon. Tensions flared once Namjoon and Jin were summoned to the Wang pack. Though he was pissed, Namjoon showed great restraint when it came to informing Jackson of what his and Naomi’s actions caused. Jin glared Naomi down as she sat next to Jackson the entire meeting Jackson tried apologizing, mortified at every detail Namjoon explained of Akira’s state.
“Akira,” Jin sighed, turning from the back patio’s lounge chair to her, “I really think you shouldn’t have to worry about that right now.” The air blew a slight breeze as everyone hung out in the large backyard. Jungkook and Taehyung were chasing a frisbee in their wolf forms as Hoseok threw it. Jimin and Namjoon were locked in a game of Go and Yoongi was grilling for everyone’s lunch. Jin decided keeping you company was best. “Stressing about it won’t help you heal any faster.”
“I’m not stressing about it. I want nothing to do with Naomi, I hate her.” The silence following had everyone stopping in their tracks. The guys knew that ultimately, they couldn’t separate from their brother pack, but the rift that was caused between sisters left both packs in a tough situation. “As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist to me. I never want to see Naomi again.”
“Love,” Jimin called out, pausing from the game, “Naomi is still your sister, surely you two can—.”
“I don’t have any sisters.” Akira replied, the rippling chills that went down everyone’s spines as the coldness of her gravely voice seeped through, “Naomi Batiste is dead to me.” Though Akira meant every word, tears pooled in her eyes as she struggled to calm her emotions. This wasn’t just a rash decision for Akira, she really thought this through. Separating from her family really took an enormous amount of energy and effort into cutting them off for good, a feat she never thought would happen. “The Batistes’ are dead to me.”
“Beautiful…” Namjoon frowned, “I know that you’re upset, but you can’t possibly mean that.
“Please!” Akira groaned as her voice raised an octave, hurting her throat. Frustration clouded over her like a cloak, her hands reaching up towards her face and closing into a fist, “Don’t tell me what I don’t mean..” her voice traveled in a whisper as tears escaped suddenly. Akira quickly wiped her face, refusing to give any more tears to her family, “You’ve only seen a little of the damage they’ve done, you haven’t even scratched the surface of what they’ve done to me.” Taehyung and Jungkook whimpered as they moved closer to the patio, their large wolves towering over Akira. She never saw them shift into their wolf form, but even then, she wasn’t afraid. Taehyung whimpered the loudest, dropping his head down to chest level with Akira. Placing her hand on his snout, she stroked his face gently, “I’m sorry Tae, I’m not upset with anyone here…”
“How did you know that was Tae?” Hoseok frowned, confused.
“His eyes are the same.” Akira scratched his nose, making Taehyung huff before licking her face, “One brown, one green.”
“And that one,” Akira nodded, “has eyes like boba balls so I know it’s Jungkook.” Jungkook snorted, turning away from them. Jimin and Yoongi snickered, knowing Jungkook didn’t like being compared to anything cute. “I have never seen any of you shift before.”
“It’s not a pretty sight, princess.” Hoseok warned.
“You hear the sound of ripping flesh but it doesn’t. It just…disappears. Bones crack and break and repair themselves. It stops being painful after a while but the first time is…it’s not for the faint of heart,” Yoongi explained.
“Oh..” Akira frowned, petting Taehyung’s head. Jungkook came back, now in his human form with clothes drowning his large body. No one had seen him leave the patio, “It sounds horrible.”
“Only the first few times.” Jungkook smiled down at her, taking up a spot on the lounge chair by her feet, “But it’s so freeing, Akira.” His bunny smile only widened, “To be able to roam freely and howl at the moon. To run as fast you want with nothing but the earth beneath you? It’s so freeing.”
“I bet it is.” Akira smiled softly. Taehyung barked, making her jump.
“Taehyung says he agrees.” Jimin smirked.
“Back to the issue at hand.” Jin refocused the conversation, “Akira, we know that you’re upset with Naomi, but are you sure you want nothing to do with her?” On baited breath, they all waited for her response. Taehyung nudged at her hand, worry threaded through his mind. “Nothing to do with your family at all?”
Akira sat silently. Her mood shifted, making everyone around her feel her sadness. “I wouldn’t have chosen this if I didn’t want it. Of course I still want my grandmother around and I’ll always miss the children but this decision didn’t come lightly. I’ve realized that…” Akira shook her head slowly, thoughts spinning constantly, “Every moment of my life has been me living in constant fear. And my family has either been the root of it or hasn’t done anything to stop it. Do you understand how heartbreaking that is? To know that you were a mistake and that you were never really wanted? That’s cruel.” Akira shook her head, feeling the burn of more tears in her eyes. Taehyung huffed, nudging her hand with his head. She scratched his ear lightly before dropping her hand, “I don’t want any reminder of that part of my life around me. I can’t bear it.”
“Then we’ll follow your lead, Akira,” Namjoon decided, having shared agreement amongst the pack, “You won’t ever have to deal with them again, I promise.”
Akira stayed silent, something nagging at her mind, “I still want them protected.”
“Ok now I’m confused.” Hoseok placed his hands on his hips, utterly lost.
Akira sighed, “I know, it’s a lot to ask of, especially since it sounds like I’m flip flopping all over the place. And maybe it is my emotions, maybe they’re all over the place…but the kids didn’t do anything wrong. They shouldn’t get hurt because of the rest of my family, even if it means protecting them too. I know what’s happening with the rebels, I watch the news. They’re taking children and training them to be child soldiers. They're killing humans left and right without any thought to what it’d do to them mentally. They're even killing their own kind—I don’t want that for them. I know I probably have no say in what you all choose to do—.”
“You will always have a say, Akira. We listen to each other and we make decisions together. And biology aside, you are our omega, we will cherish every idea or concern you have, this is our way.” Namjoon assured her. Akira bit her lip, reluctant to speak. Jin reached over and grabbed her hand, “Whatever you want, we’ll support it. You’re the lady of the house, you run things.” He joked, making them all laugh.
“Doesn’t feel right when there’s a pack alpha in charge.” Akira replied.
“I may be the pack alpha but in the packs we were raised in, omegas ran the show.” Namjoon smirked, dimples fully on display. Taehyung stood to his full height, licking Akira’s face in surprise. She gasped, shock covering her face before her laugh rang out throughout the backyard. Smiling from his position from the grill, Yoongi called out to everyone, “Steaks are ready. Let’s eat!”
Taehyung ran off to the house to shift and change into some clothes. Jimin and Jungkook followed, going to the kitchen to bring out the side dishes while Hoseok helped Akira up from the lounge chair. “Easy princess. That limp of yours is still concerning.”
“It’s my side.” Akira winced, shifting to straighten her posture. “Breathing still hurts. I don’t heal as fast as werewolves, you know.”
“Even more reason for you to not overdo it.” Hoseok sat Akira down as he pulled out a chair for her.
“Yes Hobi.” Akira sighed, agreeing with him. Steak and glazed pork belly situated between a pot of ramyun, kimchi, Korean sweet potatoes, and parilla leaves and rice. Sitting next to her, Hoseok started placing food onto a plate and sitting it in front of her. Akira laid her head on his shoulder, staring at the table.
“We really should familiarize ourselves with more American food. We’re so used to eating things we like, we never stopped to think of things you might enjoy.” Jin frowned, seeing the setting of the table.
“I don’t mind. I enjoy trying different foods. Plus, you shouldn’t change your routines just for me.” Akira, having eaten Asian cuisine for most of her life, skillfully picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork belly. “Besides, I’ve had Korean food before, this city is mostly Black, Asian, and Latino, I’ve pretty much eaten everything I didn’t have to cook.” Hoseok nuzzled his nose against her head, smiling at how she ate without any struggle.
“Good to know.” Jin smiled, pleased.
“I hope you know, I don’t plan to just let you all do everything for me. I know it’s difficult taking care of me—.”
“It’s not a burden, if that’s what you’re thinking, Jagiya.” Taehyung mumbled as he stuffed his face, “We enjoy having someone to take care of.”
“It felt…nice. Being able to take care of you.” Jimin agreed, mixing his ramyun and rice together, smiling to himself.
“Is it a wolf thing? Or a man thing?” Akira removed her head from Hoseok’s shoulder, looking at everyone at the table.
“A little of both,” Yoongi answered for everyone, “As wolves, we’re territorial. We’re protective. It’s in our nature to provide for our mates, especially for Alphas. It makes us feel at ease.”
“Like an accomplishment?” Akira tilted her head a little, making Yoongi laugh,
“Something like that, yeah sweetheart.” Yoongi went back to his food, tearing a piece of parilla leaf off the plate.
“Sounds like a pride thing. I didn’t realize werewolves could be prideful.” Akira picked at her rice,
“Watch it, love.” Jimin smirked, teasing, “Werewolves are extremely prideful. Especially over mates.” Akira’s eyes widened cartoonishly, making everyone at the table laugh. Akira softly dropped her head on Hoseok’s shoulder once again, making a few of them stare at her. They loved how comfortable she was starting to be with their touch. Loved how relaxed and at peace she felt with them. Her scent blossomed around them; strong scent of cocoa and brown sugar engulfing them, almost like an underlying hint of vanilla. It was the smell of a content omega.
“Hm..” Akira pulled back. Eyes followed as she looked up at Hoseok then brought her head back to his shoulder.
“You ok there, princess?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah. Just something funny I thought about.” Akira shook her head, pushing her food around on her plate. “When I was younger,” Akira paused, staring down at her food, “I used to sit on my grandmother’s porch and she’d be snapping peas or something. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we said nothing at all. Just sit there.” A small smile curled on her lips, “We used to drink this spiced lemonade, almost like she put ginger in it. And eat ginger snaps.”
“What brought this on, sweetheart.” Yoongi chuckled, bringing his food to his mouth.
“Hobi. Smells like lemonade and ginger snaps.” Akira giggled. Cutlery all dropped, even Hoseok’s, as they all stared at Akira with mild concern and shock. Akira looked up from her plate, nervous,
“What? What I say?”
Jungkook leaned into the table, “Wait, you can really smell Hobi-hyung’s scent??” Akira nodded slowly, confused as to why it was such a big deal,
“Yeah? Is he not supposed to smell like that?”
Jin shook his head, “No, he is, we’re just surprised you can actually smell his scent. Humans usually can’t smell wolves’ scents, it’s not a trait they can possess.”
Akira shrugged, “Oh…I mean it’s faint but I can still smell it. I can smell everybody’s scent.” They all gawked at Akira’s confession. Akira shrunk down in her seat, feeling embarrassed, “So this isn’t normal, is it?”
“Nothing about this was ever normal, sweetheart.” Yoongi gathered, “You were born into a family of wolves, maybe some of the traits are faint but there.”
“If our scents trigger a memory, then she is in fact our mate.” Jimin surmised. “Mates have trigger pheromones. Complimentary scents that remind their mates of something safe, particularly from childhood. For you, it’s spiced lemonade and ginger snaps, Hobi-hyung reminds you of a safe part of your childhood.”
Akira straightened, curiosity peaking behind her eyes, “So then…you were all meant to smell the way you do. You were meant to be appealing towards only me?”
“Do we trigger any other memories for you?” Jungkook asked expantly. Akira shrugged, a small, cute smile gracing her face as Jungkook got up and ran over to her.
“Down, boy!” Jin hollered as Jungkook robbed his face into her neck, scenting her as she giggled. Akira inhaled his scent without knowing, sparking another distant memory that made her feel happy and warm inside, “You smell like ice cream. Kinda like the kind my grandmother would make by hand.” Akira sniffed again, making Jungkook grin. Jimin huffed with a whine,
“No fair, I want a turn!” He pouted, making Akira laugh.
“See what you started.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as Jungkook walked back to his seat with a smug look on his face. Akira giggled loudly, making the entire table turn to her.
“I don’t mind. I actually kinda like it. I like knowing that I have some type of wolf traits in me.” Akira shrugged, “It feels normal for once.” They each looked at each other before hopping up from their seats, Jimin being the fastest to get to her. Akira laughed once more before bringing her nose down to his outstretched wrist. “Hmm..spearmint and eucalyptus. My grandmother used to put me in these cleansing baths with those scents. I used to love those, I used to sit in those for hours until I get all pruny and refused to get out.” Akira giggled, “She said they weren’t regular baths, it was to clear my spirit of any negative energy. Probably why I enjoyed them so much.” Jimin’s chest fluffed as his inner wolf purred with glee.
“Alright jagiya, me next.” Taehyung held out his wrist for Akira to sniff. She instantly felt relaxed, and it was noticeable amongst the group, “Lavender and rosemary? I remember my grandmother spraying this any time I slept over, she said it was the only thing to calm me down when I got restless. Something about not liking to have to leave my nest? Whatever that meant.” Akira shrugged. Taehyung stared over at Namjoon, nodding in his direction,
“When you were younger, were there certain things you couldn’t sleep without? Certain things that had to be just right or else you couldn’t feel comfortable?” Namjoon asked.
Akira squinted, her brain working overtime to remember, “Yeah, actually, now that I think about it, I had to have my bedding and stuff a certain way. I assumed I had OCD or something.” Akira laughed before it finally clicked, “That was a wolf thing, wasn’t it?”
Namjoon smiled, “Not just any wolf thing. An omega thing. Omegas tend to nest, to help them feel safe and comfortable in their surroundings. You were nesting, baby.” Akira exhaled slowly, letting the realization sink in. Taehyung slowly moved his wrist, leaning down to nuzzle his chin into her neck before giving her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re definitely not fully human, that’s for sure.”
“Then what am I?” Akira questioned softly.
“Maybe your wolf is laying dormant until she feels safe enough to come out? It has been known to happen to some. Kinda like late stage puberty, some wolves remain dormant because it’s a trauma response. She has to feel safe to come forward. You’re probably not connected which would also explain why you’re not healing as fast and why some of the traits like nesting and sense of smell are faint. It’s not uncommon.” Namjoon explained.
“So there’s a possibility that I am a werewolf?” Akira was anxious yet excited.
“Possibly. You could also be just human, there’s no way to test for it. It’s a waiting game.” Akira exhaled, a little sad at the thought of waiting. Suddenly, she smelt the coconut and leather waft over the patio table, relaxing her a bit, “I know you’re trying to relax me Joonie, it’s ok.”
“How did she—.” Jimin spoke before Akira cut him off,
“His was the first scent I smelled before everyone else. Smelled like my favorite coconut candies and leather, smelled like my grandfather’s journal I was never allowed to touch.” Akira twirled her chopsticks, remembering the day her grandmother caught her staring at it, along with a cologne he used to wear that somehow brought out his natural scent more, as her grandmother put it, “And Jin smells just like his cologne. Sage and juniper berries. Probably why she’s drawn to you two the most. You remind her of him.”
The table sat quiet as Akira picked at her food. Thoughts swirled in her head like clouds of smoke. Learning this new information brought on so many questions for her. Were the guys really meant to be her mates? Was she fully human or did she have a dormant wolf inside of her? How did all of these things work and why, even if she is human, was it never taught to her? “…What I don’t understand is how is it that your scents were specifically picked for me. That’s not a coincidence.”
“You heard of the Lycan Goddess, Akashi?” Jin asked. Akira nodded, remembering stories her grandmother told her of the goddess that created her kind. Of the half wolf, half human god that merged both worlds because she herself was taken care of by wolves after being attacked by other goddesses for her beauty. The jealousy created an all out war, causing her to be casted out after the Lycan God, Enkil declared his love for her over his wife, Anansi.
“My grandmother used to tell me stories. How Enkil and other gods were madly in love with her and how she was thrown from the heavens from the other goddesses because of jealousy. She only loved I’ve god, the human god of peace, Azul. She, being the wolf god of love and fertility, wanted to be with him and create a family, but because of the other gods fighting over her beauty, they killed Azul and banished her to earth.” Akira recited from memory, thinking back to the time her grandmother would read her stories of their goddess.
“Yes. She was beaten and taken away from her lover. It’s said that a pack of wolves found her, and instead of eating her, they made her a part of their pack, taking care of her and nursing her back to health. They became her family.” Yoongi finished, “She was so moved by their kindness that she rewarded them by making them half human. After they found out she was a goddess of fertility, the pack omega begged her to help her conceive because she wanted children. Akashi not only helped her, but created more werewolves so that they could thrive and multiply. Her werewolves were magically gifted though. They’re known as Divines.” Yoongi watched as the wheels turned in Akira’s head. Her lips trembled and eyes dilated slightly,
“Magical werewolves…are you talking about my grandmother?” Akira whispered softly.
“Yes baby, we are.” Namjoon interrupted, “Obviously she’s not one of the children, but she is an offspring of one. There aren’t many of them left, sadly, but it is possible that it runs in your family. Somewhere along the line, one of your ancestors was a Divine.”
Akira shook her head, the overload of information disorienting her, “Wait, how does this explain your scents being tied to me?”
Jimin smiled, “When Akashi helped the pack omega to conceive, it sprouted her love of children. The children she created were not only magical, she created them for the offspring of that pack. She created mates for them so that they would never be lonely. So that they could brace the world together. She made sure that their scents were compatible with each other so that they could find each other. A built in soulmate. Their wolves would awaken once they found each other. But as the decades passed, the werewolf bloodlines became diluted with mostly human DNA. More werewolves started following their hearts than their biological instincts.”
“I can’t believe this.” Akira dropped her head in her hands, overwhelmed by everything that was taught to her and everything that she just learned, “So you mean to tell me that even in my diluted bloodline, my grandmother is a Divine, a magical werewolf, and that the scents I smell off of you is because Akashi made all werewolves give off compatible scents so that they can find their mates…”
“Exactly.” Jin agreed, “We were meant to find you, and you were meant to find us. We’re meant to roam this life together until our time inevitably comes to an end.” Akira took a deep breath. Her body slumped in her chair as she processed everything.
“We know it’s a lot to take in,” Hoseok murmured, “But there’s some things that you’ve done that even we can’t deny are out of character for humans. That’s why we think it has to do with your family.”
Akira turned to him, “What things?”
“Well for starters, the scent thing.” Jungkook spoke, “Then there’s the nesting.”
“Also you respond to Alpha commands, like instinctually.” Taehyung chimed in.
“Hey, that's not fair, I don’t know when I do that.” Akira pointed a finger his way, not liking the fact that a few of them have used their Alpha command on her without her knowledge.
“And for that, we apologize,” Namjoon started, “but there’s also your sense of alertness. You were able to sense danger even before I could, like the night of the family dinner and that fight broke out. The reason why Omegas were coveted the most is because of their discernment. They have high alert signals that help them warn their pack when danger is near. It’s in their nature to protect what’s theirs. They are fiercely protective of their pack and the safety of that pack. Your traits, as faint as they are, are there. I think your wolf is just dormant because it doesn’t feel safe yet to connect with you.”
“But I do feel safe.” Akira uttered, “I feel safe with all of you.” The pack smiled at her admission. Hoseok pulled her close, rubbing his chin across the top of her head
— — —
“Why does Joseph hate me so much, grandmother? What did I ever do to him?”
Akira and her grandmother sat in her room, quietly having lemonade and cookies in the seating area of her room. Genevieve had been determined to see how her youngest grandchild was doing, even more so once she learned that Akira had been suffering from depression. She wanted whatever time she could get with her. “I don’t know little wolf. Maybe you remind him of the innocence he lost. Maybe you remind him too much of his father. Who knows.”
Akira frowned, putting down her glass of lemonade, “Grandpa?”
Genevieve sighed. She looked tired, Akira noted. Signs of stress covering her like a cloak, “Your father was young when he was killed, sweetpea. You look so much like my Booker…”
This tidbit surprised Akira, making her straighten her posture, “I do? Really?”
Genevieve smiled softly, yet there was a hint of sadness there, “Sometimes it’s the little things…you have his smile. His eyes. Sometimes when you speak, it’s almost like he’s right there in the room with me…” Akira frowned as her grandmother sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if trying to remember every detail of Booker’s face, as if she had to try.
“Deep down, your father is a hurt little boy with too much anger inside. He never healed, and I guess in a way, that’s my fault.” Genevieve admitted to not only Akira, but to herself of her shortcomings as a mother. She felt like she failed in handling raising her children after their father’s death, and she didn’t know how to cope.
Akira tsk’d, “How could that be your fault? You were grieving too.”
“I never spoke about Booker until now, I couldn’t. Losing someone like that so suddenly…it’s a pain I never want you to go through. Having someone taken from you so forcefully…it changes you as a person.” Genevieve lamented. Akira nodded,
“I understand grandmother.” Akira looked away, her eyes trained on the condensation from her glass. The television provided background noise, the soft murmuring of whatever was on, being drowned out by their conversation. “When I was younger, I thought Joseph was how he was towards me because that was just his way. But I realized he could love, he could be affectionate …” Akira stared down at her hands, “Just not with me. I’m the living embodiment of his hatred. I remind him of his hatred towards humans; I am his grief, his pain, and his anger. Now that I know that I look like grandpa, that man had to look me in my face for 26 years and see the man he lost and couldn’t grieve. I reminded him of what he could no longer have.” Genevieve watches as Akira’s body shrinks deeper into the couch. She could feel the dark sorrow drown them both as it bounced off of her. She quickly switched gears, another coping mechanism Akira seemed to pick up from her,
“How are you here? They treatin’ you right?” Genevieve inquired.
Akira thought of her response carefully, “I’m safe here grandmother…I’m just…they really like me and I want to like them. I just don’t want to confuse my liking them with my need for affection. I want it to be real.” Akira explained, or at least attempted to explain, her feelings, “Namjoon said that he loves me. They all said they love me. I wanna feel that, I wanna love them eventually too but…how will I know that I do? I don’t wanna confuse my lack of affection and need for it with real love. It’s not fair to them. They deserve to be loved fully and I can’t give them that yet. I don’t know if I ever will.” Akira once again felt fresh tears threatening to fall as her heart ached. When Namjoon first told her that he loved her, it was during their first date. He had been so sure of his feelings, had no doubts, but Akira wasn’t sure of hers. She never knew what love felt like, and it terrified her that she could mess everything up.
“Oh little wolf,” Genevieve got up from the arm chair and sat next to Akira on the couch. Immediately, Akira burst into tears the minute Genevieve wrapped her arms around her, “you have every right to question your feelings. It’s all so overwhelming and confusing and everything is happening so fast that you don’t know where to turn. Your feelings are valid, my sweetpea.” Genevieve squeezed her shoulders, “I can’t tell you how you’ll be able to tell the difference, but what I can tell you is when you feel it, you will know it. You’ll look at them and everything will make sense suddenly. I hope you get to have the type of love that I experienced when I had Booker.” Genevieve wiped Akira’s face when she pulled back to ask her a question,
“Grandmother? Could you tell me more about Grandpa Booker?” Though it was hard to talk about him, Genevieve couldn’t deny the sweet face of her granddaughter.
“Alright, lay down.” Genevieve made room for Akira to lay on the couch with her head against her lap. “Hm…Your grandfather was this…strong, incredibly smart man. He was as tall as a tree and built like a boxer. I mean he could lift all the kids with just one arm and still chop wood with the other.” Genevieve slowly ran her fingers through Akira’s hair, “He had the gentlest heart I ever seen. Booker would give his right arm to help whoever needed, wolf or human, it didn’t matter. He just always felt compelled to help others. And when he loved, god…he loved hard…no one could poison his heart about the people he loved and fought for.”
“I wish you kids were able to meet him. He would’ve loved you all, he would’ve never —.” Genevieve paused, her voice growing shaky as she thought about all the things Booker would never get to do or see. Akira looked up at her grandmother, finding tears in her eyes. Genevieve mourned Booker terribly. He missed holding his first grandchild and handing over his daughter for her crossing ceremony. He missed birthdays and Christmases and other holidays. His death sucked all the joy that was left.
“Grandmother?” Akira worried.
“…I look at you and I see his face. I see the man that smelled like sage and juniper and swept me off my feet when I first met him. I see all his hopes and dreams…I see all the wishes he wanted and the plans we made…Booker was my everything and it kills me that he will never know you. That he would never know any of his grandchildren.” Genevieve’s small gasp had her tears falling and her hands wiping her face. Teary eyed herself, Akira slowly sat up and tried comforting her grandmother,
“I’m sorry grandmother. I shouldn’t have brought him up, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Genevieve shushed, “No, no baby, it’s ok. I needed to do this. I needed to talk about him, I needed you to know the kind of man he was.” She patted Akira’s arm, reassuring her that she was fine, “I think you would’ve been his favorite just because you have his face.”
Akira laughed, wiping her own tears, “I definitely would’ve loved that. I can tell he was a wonderful man. He was meant for you.” Akira laid her head on Genevieve’s shoulder. “You deserved to have him here, grandmother. And it isn’t fair that you had to lose him the way you did. No one deserves that. I know you aren’t comfortable talking about what happened, and I won’t ask. But I do believe you got to experience a great love, and I hope I can experience that one day.”
Genevieve pulled back, making sure to hold Akira’s face in her hands. Her thumb swiped beneath her eyes, wiping away Akira’s shed tears, “I know for a fact that you will, little wolf. You will have a great and wonderful love deserving of your heart. These boys will make sure of that.”
Akira whimpered, “I’m scared…” she whispered.
Genevieve smiled, “And that’s ok. Be scared. Fall deep, my little wolf. Embrace that love once you finally have it.”
