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Location: Credential Moon Pack territory

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The moon hung high in the sky, its silver glow casting a soft luminescence over the Credential Moon Pack. The gentle night breeze carried the fragrance of blooming lilies, intertwining with the distant melody of crickets.

Taehyung stood outside Lilac’s house, adjusting the cuffs of his deep black suit. His heart pounded in anticipation as he checked his watch. Tonight, he wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted to show Lilac that their bond was more than just fate and forced circumstances—it was something worth embracing.

When the door opened, Taehyung’s breath hitched.

Lilac stepped out, adorned in the midnight-blue gown he had gifted her earlier. The fabric draped over her delicate frame, hugging her curves, while the silver embroidery shimmered under the soft glow of the moonlight. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, a few strands falling gently over her face.

She looked… ethereal.

“You’re beautiful,” Taehyung murmured, his deep voice filled with sincerity.

Lilac hesitated, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. “Thank you,” she whispered.

For the first time in days, there was no hostility, no defiance—only quiet acceptance.

Offering his arm, Taehyung guided her toward the sleek black car waiting for them. The ride to the restaurant was silent, but it was a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken words and shared glances. Every time their hands brushed against each other, Taehyung felt a spark—something raw and unexplainable.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Lilac’s eyes widened. The entire place had been reserved just for them. A private table was set on the rooftop, overlooking the pack’s territory. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a golden glow, while candles flickered softly between them. The scent of fresh roses filled the air.

“This is…” Lilac trailed off, looking around in awe.

Taehyung pulled out a chair for her. “I wanted tonight to be special,” he admitted, watching as she settled into her seat.

As the night progressed, the walls between them began to crumble. They talked—really talked. About their childhood, about their dreams, about the things they had never shared with anyone else.

Lilac found herself laughing at Taehyung’s sarcastic humor, something she had never expected from the feared Alpha. He, in turn, was mesmerized by her—by the way her eyes lit up when she spoke, by the way she absentmindedly played with the edge of her dress when she was nervous.

And then came the moment.

As dessert was served, Taehyung reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Lilac’s breath caught in her throat.

“What is this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

With steady hands, Taehyung opened the box, revealing a delicate silver ring. The sapphire stone in the center glowed under the candlelight, mirroring the color of her eyes.

“I know I haven’t given you many reasons to trust me,” Taehyung started, his voice low and controlled. “And I know that I took away your choice that night. But Lilac… I want to make things right.”

She remained silent, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dress.

“This isn’t just about the mark,” he continued, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. “It’s not about duty or obligation. I want you—not because fate chose you for me, but because I am choosing you. Every single day, I want to choose you.”

Lilac’s heart pounded so loudly she thought he could hear it.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight,” Taehyung added, his voice raw. “But if you’re willing to give me a chance… if you’re willing to start again, on our own terms…” He exhaled slowly. “Then wear this ring.”

The silence between them was deafening.

Lilac looked down at the ring, her mind swirling with thoughts. This man had taken so much from her—her choice, her freedom. And yet, looking into his eyes now, she saw something she hadn’t noticed before.

Regret.

Hope.

Love.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool silver.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Taehyung stilled, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

A small smile tugged at her lips. “Yes.”

Taehyung didn’t waste another second. He slid the ring onto her finger before cupping her face in his hands. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.

“Lilac…” he breathed.

And then, he kissed her.

The moment their lips met, something inside Lilac shattered. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. But when she didn’t pull away, Taehyung deepened it, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.

Lilac melted into him, her fingers clutching at his shirt as their breaths intertwined. His lips moved hungrily against hers, pouring every ounce of his emotions into the kiss. She could feel it—the desperation, the longing, the need.

Taehyung pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Lilac’s lips tingled from the kiss, her heart still racing.

Maybe, just maybe, she could give this a chance.

Maybe she could give him a chance.

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Location: Alpha Jungkook's Castle

Far from the warmth of Taehyung’s tender moment, a darker fate unfolded in the shadows of the Lycan Wolf Pack territory.

Jungkook stood on the balcony of his grand estate, his golden eyes glinting as he unrolled a newly arrived scroll. The moment his gaze landed on the contents, a smirk played at his lips.

“Looks like it’s time,” he murmured.

Beta Park Jimin, standing beside him, glanced at the parchment. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a glint of unease in his eyes.

“This is… cruel,” Jimin muttered.

Jungkook chuckled, rolling the scroll back up. “Cruel? We knew from the beginning that this wouldn’t be easy. The path to breaking the curse is paved with blood, Jimin. You should have come to terms with that by now.”

Jimin sighed but said nothing. He knew there was no changing Jungkook’s mind.

And so, the hunt began.

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The moon hung low in the sky, its silver glow barely piercing the dense canopy of the northern forest. Shadows twisted through the trees like dark spirits, and the eerie silence was only disturbed by the soft crunch of boots against damp earth.

Jeon Jungkook moved with precision, his golden eyes gleaming as he approached the hidden cave. The small bundle in his arms—a newborn, a baby girl , barely days old—shifted slightly, letting out a soft, helpless whimper.

Behind him, Jimin followed in silence. He had done what was necessary. He had scoured nearby villages, rogue territories, and enemy packs to find the one—a child born under the full moon, pure and untainted. This was the sacrifice needed for the second ritual.

Jungkook smirked as he finally reached the cave’s entrance. Unlike last time, when an invisible force had rejected him, tonight, the protective magic dissolved the moment he arrived. The jagged stones shimmered with a faint purple glow, the ancient sigils recognizing the blood he had already spilled in the first ritual.

The witch was expecting him.

The air inside the cave was thick with the scent of burnt herbs and decay. Faint candlelight flickered against the cavern walls, casting grotesque shadows that twisted like demons watching in anticipation.

At the heart of the chamber, an enormous octagram was carved into the stone floor, glowing with pulsating runes. At its center stood the witch—her dark robes blending into the surrounding void. Though her face was concealed beneath the hood, the raw power radiating from her sent a shiver down even Jungkook’s spine.

“You have done well,” she murmured, her voice a chilling whisper that curled around him like smoke.

Jungkook stepped forward, his grip tightening on the newborn as he placed the child at the very center of the octagram. The baby let out a soft cry, its small body wriggling against the cold stone.

The witch hummed, stepping closer as she retrieved a serrated obsidian dagger from within her robes. “This ritual is different from the first. You will not merely watch—you will partake.”

Jungkook nodded without hesitation. He had known this from the beginning. The rituals would only grow darker, and he had accepted the price he had to pay.

The witch turned her palm upwards and dragged the dagger across her flesh, dark blood welling from the wound. As the first drop hit the glowing runes, the cave trembled, the air crackling with unseen energy.

She handed the dagger to Jungkook.

His breath was steady as he took it, pressing the blade against his own palm. A sharp sting, a slow trickle of crimson. As his blood mixed with hers on the stone, something ancient awakened.

The baby began to cry louder.

The witch lifted her hands, chanting in a language older than time itself. The words slithered through the air like poison, wrapping around them, seeping into their skin. The runes flared brighter, the lines of the octagram now pulsating like a beating heart.

Then, the light from the symbols shot up in a blinding column, engulfing the child completely.

The baby’s screams turned into strangled gasps. Its tiny body writhed, and Jungkook watched as a strange black mark began to form on the child’s neck—a crescent moon, etched into its flesh like a brand.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened.

“What is this mark?”, Jungkook asked.

The witch’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “A sigil. One that will guide you.”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to her, sharp and questioning. “Guide me where?”

The witch chuckled, stepping closer. “You will take this child and leave it at the border of the Credential Moon Pack and your own territory.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “And why would I do that?”

The witch’s voice was filled with a dark amusement. “Because the mark will find its counterpart. This child will be drawn to its destined mate—and the moment she touches it, you will know exactly where she is.”

Jungkook stiffened, his pulse quickening.

His mate.

This child would lead him straight to her.

He let out a slow, calculated breath, his fingers twitching at his sides. “And once I find her?”

The witch’s smirk widened. “Then the real hunt begins.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down Jungkook’s spine.

Three  rituals remained.

And he was getting closer.

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As the night deepened, different paths were set into motion—some filled with love and warmth, others with darkness and destruction.

Taehyung and Lilac, bound by fate, slowly began to find their way to each other.

Jungkook, desperate to claim his mate, inched closer to his goal, weaving dark magic into his destiny.

And in the distant shadows, the rogue king, Yoongi, prepared for the next phase of his conquest, his eyes set on the Grayson Pack—the final step before reaching the Credential Moon Pack.

A storm was brewing.

And soon, all their fates would collide.

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∆ TO BE CONTINUED....∆

The moon casts its silver glow over the world, marking the beginning of something inevitable. The echoes of rituals and whispered fates lingered in the air—paths intertwining, destinies shifting. The Howl of Fate had begun, and there was no turning back.

What awaits Lilac as she slowly lets Taehyung in?

What dark price will Jungkook pay for his relentless pursuit of his mate?
And how far will the Rogue King go in his ruthless conquest?

The story has only begun to unfold.

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Chapter Thoughts:

This chapter took us deeper into the tensions growing between Taehyung and Lilac, their bond slowly forming despite the scars of the past. Meanwhile, Jungkook inches closer to his mate, his dark path twisting with blood and sacrifice. And the Rogue King? His shadow looms ever closer, his cruelty boundless.

Who are you most intrigued by?
What do you think will happen next?

Predictions for the Next Chapter:

🔥 The mating ceremony preparations begin, but will Lilac accept it fully?

🔥 Jungkook's third ritual—one darker than before—begins to take shape.

🔥 A new threat emerges, bringing unforeseen danger to the Credential Moon Pack.

What are your theories? Comment below! ⬇⬇