Third person pov

The clear white wolf leapt across a broken branch that lay on the ground. He didn't stop for even a second and continued to run across the forest, going back home.

Venus was displeased with what Jungkook, his mate, did. He knew that his mate didn't love him, but didn't know that he would go this far as to disrespect him.

The thought of him being worthless because of his rank wasn't true. He knew he deserved more than just this type of treatment.

But Taehyung couldn't stop crying because his hopes had all shattered down.

Al he wanted was love and happiness, why was it so difficult for the moon goddess to hand it to him? He had suffered all childhood, and even after growing up, he's suffering.

Why can't his small wishes come true? Why did Jungkook even do this to him?

His dreams died down, his heart completely broke. He wailed and wailed, only fueling Venus' anger on Jungkook. The wolf was taking him to the place he had to be, to the person who would comfort him and love him.

To his home, to his mother.

'W-why would he do this?' Taehyung asks Venus, sniffling pathetically. Venus growls lowly in response, not knowing the answer himself.

'Stop crying. He doesn't deserve us. It wasn't our fault in whatever happened.'

'B-but I loved him!' Taehyung cried. He continued to rant about how he had shown selfless love and had cared for him but he never returned the feelings.

All he wanted now was to curl into his mother's embrace and tell her that he didn't like the life he was living.

He wanted to cry and complain to her that he hated himself for doing whatever she asked him to do.

It would be so better if he had dared to run away in his childhood. He would be free, and that's what he's strived for his whole life.

Freedom to think and do what he wants to. To speak and be noticed, to not be treated as a waste of space.

Was it too much to ask for? Just because he is an omega and his father decided to sell him, he had to struggle so much.

Would his life ever change?

Should hoping for such a thing be right? Because after all, his hopes have always only broken.

But he knew that this was the last time he would cry because of being hurt by Jungkook. He would never let himself be hurt again.

The trueblood was nothing to him now, and even though he still loves him, he will not let himself be put down again.

Neither by Jungho nor by Jungkook.

Now that he wouldn't hope of having a good and happy life with Jungkook, he wouldn't feel hurt at the rude and harsh actions of his.

Because he accepted that all Jungkook knew was being harsh and behaving in the most impolite way.

Jungkook was the one who was pathetic and worthless, not him.

But for now, all he could do was cry with the satisfaction that this will be the last time he would shed tears for such a silly reason.

Venus followed his instincts to take him back to the place where he grew up.

He was alert as he scanned around the place, not wanting to be attacked by any other animal as it was midnight and there were surely other animals in the forest which were searching for their prey.

When he had crossed all the paths of the forest, he shifted to his human form. Taehyung quickly put on his clothes, desperate to reunite with his family.

He was confused as to which house was his for a while, as he hadn't ever seen his house from the outside but quickly recognized the old beige-colored building as his house when he noticed the window he had spent whole childhood staring out of.

There were barely any people on the roads. He glanced at Jimin's house which was right next to his own, mentally noting down to meet the male after meeting his mom.

He walked to the door and knocked on it.

Once, twice, thrice, but got no reply at all.

His heart sank, he was getting more desperate to meet his mom. He couldn't wait anymore as he ran to the window of his room, deciding to jump in.

He easily got in as his room's window was open, as always.

He felt overwhelmed when he saw his own room where his things lay exactly like the way he had left it, untouched.

Those books and toys brought back his childhood which, even though bad, was the only time he had enjoyed and felt love.

Silent tears rolled down his eyes as he made his way to the door of the room and opened it, looking into the living room.

It was the first time he was actually seeing the other rooms of the house, but he concentrated more on finding his mom.

He gasped when he felt her presence from somewhere near him and walked towards the couch where he could smell her strongly.

He peeked from behind the couch to see her frame and face which he had missed oh, so much.

"Mom," He whimpered, standing behind, hoping that she will turn around and get surprised on seeing him.

He frowned through his tears when she didn't respond to his voice.

"Mommy?" He calls again and peeks over her shoulder to examine her face.

And what he saw made him feel a burst of shock, fear and disgust in him.

She lay there, lifeless, her clothes drenched with her own blood. Her face was bloodied, lips red with dried blood, eyes closed, looking more peaceful than ever before.

"Mom," Taehyung whispered, wide eyes turning emotionless. His heart stopped beating, his inners churned in pain making him numb. His ears buzzed and the blood drained out of him.

No. This can't be true.

"Mom?!" He yelled this time, going towards her and patting her bloodied face with his fingers.

She gives no reply, no reaction at all.

Taehyung couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He heard no heartbeat from her which made his chest tighten, he felt like he had lost everything he ever had.

Mommy.

He let out a heart-wrenching sob, his shaky hands pushing her away from himself.

"No!" He wailed, painfully, "P-please, this can't be true!"

He screamed and cried because he knew it was true.

She was gone, forever. No amount of screams, cries, shouts and pleads would bring her back.

He looks around for his brother.

He turned around in a frantic motion, screaming when he sees the heart-breaking sight. His brother, Jaewon, had a rope around his neck, his body hanging from the fan.

A dirty purple bruise lay on his neck, hands and legs limp completely. His face was pale.

Jaewon had hung himself to death.

Taehyung's knees buckled. He fell to the ground, as he screamed and closed his eyes with his hands. He couldn't see this.

He lost his whole family. Jaewon and his mom were the only family he had, and now, even they were gone.

He was left alone in this world now.

He stood up and ran to his room in a quick motion, locking himself inside. He hid himself in the space between the bed and the wall.

He curled into a ball, burying his face in his knees.

Why?

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Jungkook cried until he was left with no more tears to cry.

He felt so troubled and angry with himself. He wanted to kill himself as all he felt was guilt for throwing Taehyung out of the place which belongs to him too.

It was such a wrong decision to send him away, and he knew it as soon as he slammed the door close behind his back, but his morals and need to make Taehyung had held him back from opening the door and begging the boy to come back.

His chest burnt. His head was filled with thoughts he couldn't understand himself.

It was getting so hard for him to breathe properly.

He was so wrong.

What the fuck has he done all this while?

It was all his fault. All his fucking fault since the beginning.

He ignored the boy without realizing it. All his decision were so wrong and bad. He hadn't ever known that this boy would get so close to him, that he'd start feeling so strong emotions for him.

He hadn't known that pushing Taehyung away would make such a self-destructive decision. He didn't regret sending Taehyung away but hated himself more than ever before. 

He was dying from within. 

He was tearing apart and every cell in him continued to refuse to be happy at what he did. 

He thought that he will feel satisfied after Taehyung was gone, but this didn't feel right. He was selfish, immensely selfish for wanting him back now. 

He promises to be a better person. He will physically kill his wolf if he has to--keep him alive but dormant and not active--and do whatever Taehyung wishes just to have him back at their house. 

He was ready to bring Taehyung's mom here too. Again, this house was his personal space but he could go to any limits to have Taehyung back now--

but not at the cost of his happiness. 

And that's exactly what was the point here. Taehyung would never come back to the house he was pushed out of, will he? 

Jungkook wanted to fall at his feet and say sorry. 

It is night time, he thought. I shouldn't have sent him away now. What is something happens to him? It's not safe at all.

He was going insane as he wasn't getting Taehyung's scent anymore.

He was tearing apart. Every fibre of his body now strived to be close to Taehyung again.

He needed him.

His heart broke furthermore when he went to Hayoon's room and saw her smile while whispering 'mommy' in sleep.

She had got her mom back after so long, but because of him, she lost her mom again.

He cradled the pup to his chest, trying to calm himself down. He wanted to feel satisfied that Taehyung's gone, he wanted himself to continue keeping the promise he made to his lover, but it was getting so difficult.

His heart couldn't take the pain. He had done this to himself and he hated to admit that it affected him so much.

This was how it was supposed to be. Him being alone with his only family, Hayoon, but that wasn't how his heart thought, as it has always essayed to get love.

He remembered the many times Taehyung had shown him that he was concerned for him and wanted to take care of him.

He treated the older so well but all he got in return was harsh treatment.

Tears rolled down his face, his broken heart breaking even more. He had hurt the omega again.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he walked out of his daughter's room, going to the balcony wishing with all his heart that the younger was still there.

But he found only the suitcase of the younger, Taehyung nowhere around.

His heart sank instantly. Gone. Taehyung's gone now. He's left alone again. He did this to himself.

Only a few words repeated in his mind.

'go to him. beg him to return and suffer for his attention like he did for yours'

And that is exactly what he did. He grabbed his car keys after calling Yoongi and telling him to come here and take care of his sleeping baby girl.

He left the building. His heart was beating way too fast. He hoped that the younger was fine.

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Okay QUICK NOTE 

I have edited most of this book so there are many harsh comments you may find towards Jungkook which are from the time before this book was edited. 

Please, don't attack them. they knew nothing about Jungkook and only saw him as a abuser (most of those events which portrayed him as a abuser are now removed). You may disagree with them but it's only because they read a story very different from what you're reading now.