ANYA :

Collecting herself Anya stood for a while outside the door. Today had been a bit heavy in terms of the events that took place. Tomorrow was going to be the last day for a full stay for her and her guys. She really needed to take them out of this environment as fast as possible.

Everything in here was influencing them, their behaviour, their takes on any situation.

Going to her home and living in an unfamiliar surrounding with rules which would be foreign for any hybrids would disorient them.

That disorientation would get her enough time to actually know their personality better. She needed to at this point. If she didn't then she would keep getting blindsided by the unprompted behavior they would display in situations she could not control.

Just like Yoongi had.

What had happened should not have happened. At least not yet. Not here.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the pair of guards on duty and bid them goodnight. She opened the door with a slight flick of her wrist and went inside, closing it as she crossed inside.

For a bit, Anya again was mildly surprised at what she saw inside, but she did not have enough energy to be alarmed.

The room was plunged in darkness while only 3 lamps cast their soft glow, bathing the room in mellow light. On the huge makeshift bed on the floor beside her own, Taehyung and Jungkook were fast asleep, faint smiles on their faces.

Hoseok was standing by the wall beside her bed, eyes narrowed threateningly in the center of the room, where 4 of her hybrids stood together.

Well they were not just standing there, were they?

She quickly took in what was actually going on.

Jin had Yoongi in his grasp by his collar, shaking him with rage visible in his eyes, Jimin was breathing deep right beside them, visibly trying to reign in his own explosive anger, while Namjoon was between Jin and Yoongi, trying to make the eldest Hybrid let go of the Jaguar.

Before she could say anything to any of them, Jin made a sound deep in his throat, a sound so threatening and frightening that even Anya felt a chill go down her spine, freezing her in her place. The next instant Jin lifted the Jaguar as if he weighed nothing and flipped him through the air to slam him down on the ground, his hand holding his neck in a choke hold.

"Did you attack Master?" Jin growled, his voice something Anya had never heard before. It sounded positively demonic.

"Fuck y-you!" Yoongi growled back, the veins in his temple visible with the effort he was exerting straining against Jin's hold.

"Hyung! Stop! Master is more than capable of taking care of herself if anyone of us attack. Let him go!" words of reason spoken frantically by Namjoon.

"ENOUGH!" Anya at last said in a clear voice weighed heavily with command.

Jin immediately let go of Yoongi to look at her at once, his whole face transformed in acute concern. Before she could even understand, he was right in front of her in microseconds, his eyes cataloguing every single one of her features, making sure that it was completely absent of injuries.

"You are well Master?" he asked, anxious and frightened.

Anya realized. The Eagle was genuinely worried for her. Genuinely.

She slid her hands around his slim waist, pulling herself closer to him, resting her head on his hard chest, her head coming somewhere on the level of his base of neck. Tightening her hold on his lean muscled body, she gently patted him on his back.

"I am fine Jin. Namjoon is right about me." she felt his frantic heartbeat slowly calming down.

"Plus know another thing, none of you will ever hurt me maliciously. Even someone as wild as Yoongi."

She fleetingly kissed his hoodie covered chest, "Calm down."

She felt Jin hesitating a little, then his hands came up to enfold her in his embrace. He kept the hug warm and firm, not tightly suffocating as she had expected.

Jin held her to himself for a few seconds and then bent his head to lovingly brush his cheeks on her head, his cheeks rubbing her hair on top of her head softly,

"Forgive me Master." He said softly.

Anya closed her eyes and let go.

She let go of all the tension, the uncertainty, the guard she had on. She let go of her worries.

She let herself be comforted by Seokjin.

She let herself feel and enjoy the silent support, the warm safe place he was offering.

He in turn crouched a little lower, overlapping his arms behind her to curl around her more protectively, more lovingly.

She stayed that was for a little while, forgetting the others.

Then she gently pushed back at him.

He immediately let go.

She stepped back from him and looked up at his boldly handsome face and smiled a bit.

"Should you not go and apologize?"

Jin smiled back, a little embarrassed. His neck and cheeks turned red and he bit his luscious lips on the corner.

Leaving him standing where he was, she looked behind him to find Namjoon looking relieved, Yoongi sitting up on the floor where he had been slammed hard, his hands massaging the back of his head as he looked up to her.

Flicking his eyes from her to Jin he fixed her with a knowing look and asked, "Trust? The gesture?"

The answering smile Anya gave was involuntary. It was involuntary but dazzlingly bright.

She knew Yoongi was bordering on the dangerous side of wild. That was probably what had sent Jin in such an anxious headspace when he smelled her on him along with her absence, that he reacted in his fear, not giving the jaguar a chance to explain.

Yoongi too knew why his Hyung reacted the way he did which was probably why he simply took what Jin dished out without attempting even once to fight back or even defend himself.

Knowing all this, Anya had thought that what she had actually tried to make him understand would take a lot of time for him to comprehend, let alone understand.

It delighted her that her Jaguar was emotionally that developed and healthy that he easily could connect all actions in front of him to see them through the filter of what she had educated him about.

"Yes. Trust." Anya replied.

Smiling roguishly, Yoongi leaned back on both his arms spread behind him. He leaned back his head once, and then looked at her from the corner of his eyes. The animal aura around him strong.

"Soon I'll get there Master. Very soon. Wait for me."

"Idiot Jaguar. You are going to stay with me for the rest of my life. Take all the time you need."

Yoongi's smile became a happy one. A smile that showed his gums. A gummy smile.

A gummy smile!

He looked adorable!!

Her sexy, fierce, magnetic, dangerous Jaguar looked ADORABLE!!!!!!

"Awwwwwww" this came out absolutely involuntarily from Anya.

Behind her a snort.

"Please. I can be cuter than him Master." Jin spoke dryily.

"You can only wish Hyung." Yoongi jovially fired back.

"None of you can be Cuter than me!" a flirtatious voice cut in.

Hobi?

"Hobi? You can be cute?" Anya asked amused.

The python hybrid straightened from where he was standing to look at her with a playful smile sparkling in his eyes, "Oh Master you have no idea. May I demonstrate?

"NO! Just No. please." Came in the collective voices of Jin, Yoongi and Namjoon. All of them groaning it out together.

She laughed out loud, "This is intriguing me now. Perhaps when you and I are alone?" she asked Hoseok.

"That's a promise by my side Master." Hobi winked at her.

Smiling at him, she turned to Yoongi, "Explain to them everything that happened. No secrets. Then ask them if they know what it means. Meanwhile, I'll just go and change my clothes. I am too tired to take a shower now."

Yoongi nodded at her.

Sighing, she talked to herself, "I'll just change and sink down the bed. I feel like I will fall asleep in a few seconds."

She went to the inner room, towards her packed cases, choosing the only Nightgown she had brought along which was simple and not transparent.

Turning to go to the bathroom, she saw Jimin standing just a few centimeters away from her. His eyes serious and trained on her, his hands behind his back, the bloodstained hoodie draping his figure.

Anya tilted her head, trying not to be taken in by Jimin's steady observation of her, and looked at his hoodie.

Now that she took her time to make the observation, she noticed the front of his hoodie had quite an amount of blood on it. The upper part of his shirt, from the neck, was soaked in it. The dried blood forming a maroonish brown stain on the grey material.

The contrast between the angelic pretty face and the blood soaked hoodie was..... disturbing. But then again, that was who Jimin was, Anya suspected.

Looking back at him again she noticed that Jimin still stood right where he was. No sense of personal space, just one step would bring them both flush against each other.

There was no point in educating him about it, Anya knew.

Jimin preferred this distance. He would always stand close to her. Whether it be because of the body heat or because he like her fragrance or just because that was the way he was, Anya knew there was no changing it.

She turned back towards her case going a bit towards it, feeling Jimin come closer to her to minimize the distance she created.

Ignoring it she started going through the impressive amount of clothes she had the foresight to bring. She remembered having packed a cashmere oversized sweater just in case.

Locating it at the very bottom of her packed clothes, she pulled the soft fluffy cashmere light blue color sweater and turned towards him.

"Take off your shirt."

Never a single pause as Jimin fluidly tossed aside his hoodie. He stood straight again and straightened a bit more.

Her cobra liked the attention he was getting from her. He wanted her to see him more.

She gave him the sweater, "As I know you don't like to shower now, wear this. I apologise for my scent being in it but I figured it would be better than any random male's shirt."

Anya knew that Jimin would not mind majorly, she assumed he would firstly pout at the fact that Anya had not seen his rather beautifully muscled and lithely agile body for longer, not complimenting him and then she was prepared for him to give her a smile, perhaps thank her, or even smile excitedly at the proffered object.

Nope.

Her hybrid snatched the sweater out of her hands, quickly putting it on. He wrapped his hands around his clothed body and inhaled deeply a few times.

Admittedly, he looked like an angel that people usually prayed to. The fuzzy material on his frame giving him a softer glow, along with his silver hair, plump pink lips and pretty face, he managed yet again to look absolutely Ethereal.

For the millionth time since meeting him, Anya was yet again held in awe. She still found it hard to believe such a hybrid was brought into existence. No one was supposed to be this irresistible.

Jimin could easily be named as the the Angel of Benevolence.

Just then, he opened his eyes and seared her with his silver unnatural gaze, the heat in them scorching. His face was completely devoid of expression as he tilted his head to match her posture. Placing a light bite on his lips, he flicked his tongue on them, making them shine and then said,

"This sweater is mine now Master."

Or, Jimin could easily also be names as one of the Demon of Temptations.

Still standing close to her, his voice changed to an innocent tone although his expression still maintained the sinful gaze,

"Why do I not get a hug? I am your favourite."

A direct statement.

No insecurity. No second guessing.

What he said was a fact for him. Simple.

His face broke in a small smile as he continued,

"Ah tonight has been a long night for you Master, that is why you forgot. Its okay, I will always remind you."

Saying so, he took the last one step separating them to come flush against her feminine frame, his cold body in contact with her warmth, making her shiver a little. His face just above her head, he murmured,

"You forgot to hug your favourite hybrid."

He spread his arms while anticipation shone from his entire body.

Well, it wasn't as if he wanted it that way, I don't see any harm in indulging him.

Shaking her head at his logic, she willingly wrapped her arms around him.

Jimin pulled her close, nuzzling his nose on her head, breathing her in as he securely kept her within his arms.

Although the embrace was cold, Anya still felt happy in it. His coldness seeped through her dress making her uncomfortable, the chill shaking her, but she still held on and buried her head in his neck.

Cold or warm this was Jimin. Her hybrid. Someone she would live with forever.

She had long decided to get used to it.

In her life, no one had ever touched her whom she did not want to. Her brother, parents and three of her friends were the only ones in her 24 years of life who had hugged her.

As such, whenever she would feel a cold embrace, even if she was sleepy or distracted, she would always know it was one of her snake hybrids.

Cold to her would mean Jimin or Hoseok.

Cold to her would mean two specific people she was sure that she would love.

Thinking this Anya snuggled in deeper, feeling thankful that the fateful encounter on the ugly day with him had resulted in Jimin wanting her as Master. That Jimin was always ready to shoulder her worries with her, take any burden that he could.

Jimin tenderly kissed her head, softly humming to her in a melodic voice while he swayed her lightly from side to side.

He was comforting her, calming her.

He was expressing his love.

"Thankyou Jimin." Anya said the words to his chest. Eyes closed, pleasantly relaxed.

All her cobra did was squeeze her softly, acknowledging her gratitude, never stopping his beautiful song.

Her eyes closed, being swayed from side to side, strong heartbeat in her ears, in the arms of someone who was completely devoted to her, Anya's only focus was the blossoming nascent feeling in her heart as she got soothed by the beautiful melody being sung by the equally beautiful person.

She felt herself going deeper into a comfortable place, leaning more of her weight on Jimin, who without any protest, took her.

Her body was completely pressed on his frame, her head securely snuggled under his chin, while the snake had wrapped her in a hug that magically banished all her negative thoughts.

His hug was intimately soft, cozily secure.

Jimin kept singing the melody while soothingly rubbing her back, lulling her to sleep.

That nascent achingly sweet feeling in her chest blossomed further in a shy bud. She realized it for what it was, It was the beginnings of pure love.

She recognized it as she turned her head to his skin breathing in the comforting scent of warm cinnamon and honey.

Jimin smelled divine.

She was letting go of herself in the tender soft embrace of a poisonous, lethal, untamable hybrid.

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JIMIN :

Jimin knew that his Master was on the verge of falling asleep. He smiled as he gently kept rocking her small frame.

She was so delicate, so soft in his arms that he was surprised how she could be that dominating. If he had not seen her tonight then he would forever be afraid of anything breaking her apart.

His Master trusted him implicitly. Even though she witnessed him in a full blown blood rage, even though she saw how he moved, how untamed he was, she still trustingly nuzzled into him, trusting him so much as to let her guard down completely.

It was that trust that was addictive to him. That faith in him that made him obsessed.

She knew his danger, but chose not to see it in respect to her. She chose to ignore his deadly instincts whenever she was close to him.

And she was right to do so.

Jimin would willingly stab himself in his heart before he harmed a single hair on her head. He would do so smilingly.

His Master was fast becoming his world. His universe.

He kept her fragrant feminine frame huddled to himself, still singing softly, as he heard Yoongi recount all that had occurred between them.

Master had allowed him to kiss her too? She wasn't repulsed? As soon as he wondered about it, Jimin realized he wasn't at all surprised by it. She was someone who was one of a kind. Also, it was more than apparent that she held them in a regard that maybe not even these humans in her life could ever be in.

Although the part about her wanting them to know about the intimacy of love, to feel the affectionate gestures, to know how to be comfortable to express their love in a wholesome way did make him pause.

Not because it was foreign to him. Given the lifestyle he had spent, of course it was foreign to him. He only knew sex in a bound restrictive form.

No what made him pause was even though it was foreign to him, right now, he was doing exactly that.

He was completely satisfied and happy having her slight weight, warm in his arms without having any sexual desires.

He kept stroking her long silky hair and her dewy skin, without wanting anything carnal.

He was blissful from singing her to sleep, having her adorably pressed onto him.

He felt Hobi standing behind him, watchful and relaxed, so he ignored his presence as he kept understanding more about his Master from the experience his Hyung was sharing.

As soon as he heard the ending of the encounter and the reason behind it, he stopped.

He stopped singing.

He stopped gently rocking her.

He stopped breathing.

NO.

That was the only thought going through his body.

He knew he was cold blooded but HE himself had never felt it. Right now though, he could feel ice flowing through his veins.

PLEASE GOD NO. That was all he could think.

Behind him, Hoseok hissed loudly, evidently having the same reactions as him. Namjoon had let out a growl while Jin, Jin remained completely silent.

His silence spoke louder than any words he could have spoken.

His silence betrayed a huge fact. He was not surprised. Not at all.

Which only meant one thing.

"You knew!" Hoseok hissed back at the Eagle hybrid.

"Hmmmmm" Anya said from within Jimin's intimate and cozy embrace.

Jimin kept his hold of her, not moving an inch, but he bent down to softly pace a small kiss on her ear as he murmured into them,

"Master, change your clothes and sleep. You need rest."

Anya opened her eyes groggily, trying to rise up from the deep and warm fog of sleep that she had travelled to in Jimin's comfortable presence.

Hobi moved quickly to the case behind her, pulling out the nightgown he had seen her sleep in, in the night prior.

He held it out to her while Anya reluctantly parted from her now favourite space. Hair sticking to one side of her face, she took the gown from Hobi. She started to get undressed while both the hybrids left to give her privacy.

They went to the outer room having the bed to find both the kits still asleep. Namjoon currently was sitting down on the floor, a huge frown on his face. Yoongi was looking between Namjoon and Jin clearly clueless as to what he had experienced. Meanwhile Jin, he was before the vanity, searching the counter for something.

Anya stumbled out after changing her gown, her steps taking her towards her bed, when Jin, having found the item he needed, went to stop her in her tracks.

She did not question him as she stood still, swaying on her feet, sleep heavy in her beautiful eyes. Jin went to her back, and carefully ran the hairbrush through her silky locks.

Anya yawned wide, trying to keep herself upright.

Jimin smiled at that picture. He felt proud that he could make his Master relaxed enough for sleep to claim her so easily.

Hoseok quickly went to her front and embraced her in his arms, making sure she did not fall on her face.

Instantly, she slumped on him, wiggling a little on his chest until she found a comfortable spot and then happily settled in. A soft smile on her face, she resumed her journey to her dreamland, now securely wrapped around Hobi.

Jin was smiling, thoroughly amused at the soft cuddly picture she presented.

Their Master, who was a force to be reckoned with, was someone whose presence made every person in this Mansion cower, was comfortable and a happy small figure in their arms, wanting nothing more than to be snuggled in to her cozy sleep.

Brushing through the tangles, Jin expertly plaited her long hair.

Once he was done, he scooped up her petite frame in his capable arms and strode towards the bed.

He gestured the others towards the bed and Jimin hurriedly went forward. He quickly flipped the blanket to one side and fluffed up her pillow.

Jin placed her on the bed carefully, then leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep comfortably Master. Goodnight."
"Goodhniiish" came her garbled reply.

A deep embedding satisfaction spread in Jin's chest when he tended to her.

Jimin, Hobi and Yoongi smiled wide at that while Jin simply pulled the blankets back over her, settling her in. Taking a last look at her peacefully sleeping face, he then turned towards his friends.

Every single face had a question as well as some amount of anger on it.

A big sigh.

"I guess We all need to talk."

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HYBRIDS :

Taking a look at the 2 sleeping hybrids and his Master, Jin motioned with his head towards the inner room. All followed and everyone seated themselves on the small couches.

In just 2 days, they were comfortably sitting down where everyone usually did, never once did they consider the floor. Jin smiled at that thought.

Comfortably seated around the couches, Everyone remained silent for a beat.

"Why did that happen to me?" Yoongi asked into the quietness, "It seems to me everyone here knows about it other than me." another question in a statement.

"Tae and Kook don't." Jin answered.

"Great, I feel better at knowing I am as clueless as two of our most innocent youngest of our pack." Yoongi snorted.

"Pack?" Joonie was a bit startled at that term. Packs were never meant to be formed. Packs meant a sense of home, a sense of belonging, a personal haven, people to love and take care of. Them being slaves negated that from ever occurring.

Hybrids had no control over their own fate, even in the respect of a day to day life basis. As such it was logical that none of the hybrids ever felt the security of forming a pack. Even the ones with broken conditioning.

But as he thought about it, Joon understood one thing. There were times when all of them had different owners, times when they were all in different homes, times when they were being abused by other people in different locations, but they always came back to be together.

Since the times when memories could be formed for him, and even earlier for Tae and Kook, all of them had banded together.

They looked out for each other in any capacity that they could, they cared for each other, worried about each other, took the blame to spare the other, felt emotions over the other.

And now? Now all of them were together owned by one Master.

A Master who had made it clear that they were to remain with her their whole life.

So, they were together till their Breaths end.

Yoongi was right yet again.

They were a pack.

Looking around, Joon noted a sort of dazed expression on Jimin, Hobi and Jin's face. It seemed like he was not the only one coming to the realization of their bond.

Jin ruefully shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and then spoke with a smile in his voice,

"Pack. Master just keeps gifting us with more and more security and belonging. She is determined for us not to be slaves, isn't she? Pack. Yes, we are that."

Joon agreed with him, "And its been just 2 days. The future that she has planned is something I really want to explore now. I have something to look forward to in my life at last."

That statement made a profound impact on the others, his words echoing in the air.

They all had something, a lot, to look forward to in their lives.

"Sentimental as the moment is, I still want to know the answer to my question." Yoongi said dryly.

Jin paused a second, orienting himself back to the delicate matter on hand. Looking at Yoongi he said simply,

"You are imprinting on her."

A beat of silence.

"Okay. Am I supposed to know what that means?" Yoongi asked his question cautiously.

Jimin sighed, slumping back on his seat while Hobi tiredly lolled his head back. Yoongi looked around at them and the maintained somberness by the other two hybrids, getting impatient with each passing second.

"Come on. Stop with the unnecessary drama and start talking." Came his exasperated voice, him being on the last thread of his patience.

"It's a lengthy explanation. Good luck Hyung. Pretty sure you can handle this capably." Jimin said blithely with a smile, carelessly burdening his eldest with the responsibility of explaining things, while he relaxed back, ready to be a silent spectator.

Jin sighed yet again.

"Imprinting can be classified as a bond that we hybrids make. It's a tie to someone. The thing about imprinting is that, its frighteningly permanent. It only happens once for a hybrid."

"Frighteningly?" Yoongi asked.

Nodding his head, Jin continued, "Once a hybrid has imprinted on someone, the feelings do not go away or even lessen. So potentially if the person the hybrid imprinted on becomes cruel or leaves him, then the brunt of the heavy negative load is carried by the hybrid. He will keep pining away. If the person turns cruel, then because of the imprinting, the hybrid will willingly, without any complaints keep taking the abuse."

Yoongi poked his cheek with his tongue, "Is it not similar to mate bond then?"

Namjoon from his place vigorously shook his head, answering the query,

"Mate bond is a pale and weak imitation of this. Mate bond is light, full of love, never capable of turning dark. And most of all its voluntary."

Jin continued Joon's statement, "You can select your mate, once you find them becoming special to you. In order for the mate bond to be completed, the person you chose needs to reciprocate the same feelings with the same intensity, only then is the bond established. After that, the bond slowly develops over time. It becomes stronger, the more the love grows between the two people. Mate bond gives you strength, stability. It calms you down. Provides you security. It anchors you and only very makes you volatile if you feel or sense your mate to be in danger. Above all, the mate bond allows you to love your mate unconditionally, purely and positively"

Jin paused and then looked down on the paperweight placed on the table in front of him. He picked it up carelessly as he said,

"Imprinting is wildly different from it."

Yoongi cocked his head to one side at that.

During some point in the conversation, Hobi had leaned forward, resting both of his elbows on his knees, he rested his chin on his joined palms. Looking at the table he said in a grave voice,

"Imprinting is something we hybrids fear too Hyung."

"Understand this clearly Yoongi," Jin came to the heart of the matter.

"Imprinting is never under our control. Never. It is completely involuntary."

"Then How...?"

Jin made a sign of impatience, "It's a lot to explain in a coherent manner that makes sense. Wait a bit."

The Jaguar was losing what little patience he had, but curiosity was alight in his mind too. Did this so called bond mean so much that his friends were literally struggling to explain it to him?

Swallowing a bit, Jin started.

"As I said, mate bond comes in when you start to like someone over time. It may be love, it may be lust. The feelings of acquiring a mate bond is very gradual, while you have full conscious control over it. you slowly realize that you would like to have the person as a mate. Then comes the period of courtship, where mutual feelings are confirmed, knowing if the opposite person feels the same or will be a good match to you. Once that is established, you give in to your emotions and over time they engulf both of you to the point that you are sure of taking the person as your mate. To complete the bond, you take the conscious decision and bite and mark the person during sex. That done, your mate bond is termed as nascent. As you start living with each other, knowing more, each day the bond strengthens. Both of you will have a connection where both will be able to feel each other's emotions, even with existing physical distance between both. If the bond is later rejected, the mate may continue to live or can be completely broken. If one mate dies, the other mourns the death to the point the living seems a burden. As such, due to starvation, depression or a fading will to live, the other mate joins their partner in death."

Jin took a deep breath.

"Do you think that is what is happening to you?" Jin asked Yoongi who shook his head instantly.

"Not even close. There is nothing gradual or tame in what I feel about Master. Nothing at all. All my feelings are wildly......." He struggled as he searched for a word to express his emotions.

"Volatile?" Joon offered.

"Yes."

Jin nodded as if confirming something.

"Very rarely it so happens that a hybrid develops a deep emotional connection with another. This emotional connection can happen over something profound or because the other triggered something held personal to him. Something that causes an avalanche of emotional love or acceptance or even happiness in the hybrid.

The intensity of it turns very quickly into a deep seated emotional need to feel that happiness, that acceptance again. If that is again provided by the person, the hybrid latches on to it, succumbing to the sense of dependency.

That emotional need then translates into a very physical desire. Not only physical, but psychological as well.

All that the hybrid would ever care about is being near that person, always. Trying their best to always please them. To take care of them.

The lust burns hotter than fire. It becomes a fever in the hybrid's blood, dominating his instincts to be satisfied.

The person's scent becomes an addiction they cannot live without. The person's touch needed. The feelings grow blindingly fast and the hybrid becomes volatile with possessiveness and protectiveness over the person.

This is usually kept in check by the bond that is created between them. Even if the person being imprinted upon Is unwilling, they still have a bond which is physical, mental as well as emotional.

Physically, the person would crave the other hybrid's touch as much as the hybrid. Mentally they will be able to sooth each other's growing need as some amount of thoughts can be exchanged through the bond. Emotionally, they will constantly feel the other and the hybrid will also be tamed by the influx of emotions from the one he imprinted upon.

Sometimes, the other person might feel this bond as a shackle and resent it, trying to reject it. that pushes the hybrid to try and keep pleasing them, doing anything that they want, going as far as committing the extreme of hurting themselves if it causes the person happiness."

"Ah." Yoongi nodded, then said,

"So it can be dangerous for us that way. Okay. But I don't think its something to be alarmed over. Master would not be that cruel. Why were you all exaggerating it?"

Reaching forward, Yoongi snagged the bottle, uncapping it to drink the contents noisily, "It is somewhat darker but I don't think it too much different from a mate bond."

He drank from the bottle again, emptying it and then placed it back.

When he leaned back in his seat, he saw the expressions on his friend's faces. It was still somber. No lightness to it.

"There is more Hyung." Namjoon quietly said. Then not giving Yoongi any chance to speak, continued on.

"This is in case of a normal scenario Hyung. What you are going through, is not normal."

Hobi talked next. "Usually, these cases have happened only within hybrids. A hybrid imprinting on a hybrid." He then looked at Yoongi who realized what they were saying.

"It has never happened between a hybrid and a human?"

"Unfortunately, it has." Namjoon answered. "And trust me Hyung, it is unfortunate."

"The case we know happened with a Jackal hybrid and his owner. Some humans are aware of Imprinting. This particular owner wanted to try it with the hybrid she brought. She used him and allowed others to do so to, but in a manner that would not cause him pain. The jackal was particularly tortured a lot. Plus his conditioning was strong. He imprinted on her hard and fast."

Jin said.

"The problem and the horror stems from one fact. Humans do not feel any bond of the imprinting the way a hybrid does. Which means, the emotional, mental and physical bond remains.... Incomplete."

Yoongi shivered at that. He had a suspicion that he understood its implication.

Namjoon sighed and stood up. He walked to the window and opened it, letting the cool breeze of the night into the room. Bracing his hands on the window sill he said, "I remember when it happened."

Jimin shifted, " Tae, Kook and you were taken away. Tae and Kook to serve and you were given to Park's friend. That was the day we got to know. It was bad."

"Bad? It was the worst thing I had witnessed. And that is saying something." Hobi snorted.

"The whole scene was too disturbing." Namjoon sighed in the night air, "Thankfully we were there when that man was giving the explanation to Park. I vowed to never go through that in my life at least."

"It was about 4 years ago Yoongi." Jin said. "The scene was too bloody. Literally."

Not understanding, Yoongi shook his head helplessly. Hobi then said,

"The bond being incomplete apparently drove the hybrid insane. He became dangerously possessive. He started having dark desires, he wanted to constantly see his marks on his owner. Not normal marks, the gruesome kind."

Jimin continued, his eyes hooded, "the more the owner became afraid of him and chained him, the more aggressive and violent he became. As it is the incomplete bond would drive any hybrid to become violent, aggressive, savage, dangerous and brutal in his needs, in his lusts, in his desire." He paused.

"It's a way to compensate for the incompleteness that he cannot bear."

"At the end stage, the owner had brought the jackal completely chained back here. We were all in the hall then, tied to our posts for whipping. We saw it all." Namjoon said.

"Apparently, the jackal had sex with the owner, that triggered his possessive lust in a brutal way. His touches left bruises, his bites on her were bloody and deep. He reacted to her pain in a crazed manner saying that her pain for him at least was real. He loved that there were marks of his possession on her body." Jin had a faraway look on his face, recollecting the incident.

"Even though he was chained and manacled, being tasered and beaten, he kept rising up to be closer to her, needing her scent. He kept shouting that he was burning for her."

"He did all that while crying." Jimin whispered.

"His owner was terrified and shouted that she was leaving him there, that he would never see her again. That triggered him in his darkest form." Hobi physically shuddered.

"He charged at her, somehow breaking every single chain. He killed all the guards holding him down. Anyone who was in his way. He reached her, then plunged his claws in her stomach, gutting her where she stood, crying while repeating sorry over and over again. Once she died in his arms, he slashed his own neck." Jin completed the tale.

Yoongi sat back. Numb.

Each hybrid was lost in their own thoughts. Some remembering, some speculating.

The only sound was the easy sweep of the gentle night breeze coming through the open window.

"The family of the owners were then being explained. Imprinting, if triggered, starts with the lengthening of the hybrid's canine for the thirst of his owner's blood. It slowly progresses to engulf the hybrid in its never quenching flames.

Predator hybrids are the worst. More the wildness, more the danger. The constant need, the ache in the gut for their owner will never abate. As for others? Anyone attempting to harm or be involved with the owner would make that decision their last mistake.

An imprinted hybrid is the most dangerous creature to ever exist he said. An imprinted hybrid was death for anyone who tried to separate or touch the one they imprinted on." Jin said.

Namjoon came from where he stood and sat down.

"If any owners suspect their hybrid to be imprinting on them, then they are within their rights to lawfully kill that hybrid."

Yoongi shivered again. He had truly found an Angel in his Master. She had embraced him at his lowest, treated him with affection, supported him at one of his ugliest moments. It was no surprise that he felt an enormous emotional draw to her. But he did not want this.

In no circumstance did he ever want to become the reason for her pain.

He never wanted to harm her.

Not even a scratch.

To know that he had started a process of bonding with her that could potentially be extremely harmful for her made him want to vomit. His stomach churned with unease. A heavy weight pulling him down.

"Is there any way to stop it? He asked

A firm shake of head.

"Although, you have to take something else into account Yoongi Hyung." Jimin piped up from where he was sitting, "Several somethings into account."

"Firstly, this is Master. Not at all someone like that owner.

Secondly, the imprinting was naturally triggered by her original personality. It wasn't manipulated as that owner

Thirdly, that tragic result was because the owner outright rejected the bond and locked him away, making his insecurity in that precarious bonding, skyrocket. Something that I doubt you will experience

Fourthly, Master already knows you are imprinting on her, which is why she told you to ask. Her behaviour even after knowing this was normal. Which means she will not be rejecting it.

Fifthly, she was way too calm. Maybe she knows how to handle this situation. So don't panic. We have the whole day tomorrow to ourselves. Lets just ask her." Jimin smiled up to Yoongi.

"Jimin is absolutely right." Jin said. He got up from his seat and then got out of the inner room, approaching the bed.

He stood beside the bed as he watched her sleeping.

The blankets had been pushed down to her waist. One hand was curled on the pillow while the other rested on her stomach. She was lying on her back with her head turned to the right. The night gown had slipped down her left shoulder, baring her smooth skin to his eyes.

Bathed from the lamp on her bedside, she glowed like a delicate princess in a fairy tale. Her features relaxed and exquisite, she looked like a pure celestial being, walking the earth among them.

Jin smiled down at her small frame, so trustingly asleep in a room with 7 hybrids on whom she had no intention of using the collar.

"Our Master is not like anyone. If anything, trust her. Also I feel a major difference Jimin did not mention."

Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and Yoongi had joined him too.

Jimin climbed on the bed softly, not disturbing her at all. He gently traced the veins of the hand resting on her stomach while Hobi lovingly caressed her face.

Jin bent down to press a soft kiss on her cherry lips. His own lips lingering on hers. His touch gossamer light. He straightened up again,

"She loves us all Yoongi. Unlike that owner, she genuinely cares for us. Emotions are what drives the Imprinting Bond. I don't think you will end up like the jackal. However."

Jin bent down now to kiss her bared shoulder, the skin warm and fragrant on his lips. He gave it a small lick, her taste, a welcome delight to his sense.

"However, the level of possessiveness that might spring from us if she does not subjugate us will be alarming. If she keeps on caring the way she does, the bond might make us do anything to make her smile. Anything at all. Even willing subjugating ourselves to please her."

"Us?? Don't. Hyung. Don't. I have the same suspicion Hyung just don't. Don't voice it." Namjoon pleaded to his eldest.

Jimin kept on caressing her hand. He was smitten by her delicate fingers, the fragile skin and the softness of them. Her hands could make her win a fight, it could also soothe him so gently.

Being mindful of his own cold skin, he kept his touches light but occasionally kept placing kitten kisses on them. He knew what Jin was talking about. He knew it. he knew it to be true. And he could also understand Joon's denial.

Hobi on the other hand did not give a damn about his cold skin. He lovingly touched her face getting lost in her features, getting lost in the happy feeling of knowing he had her forever, that he had been given a right on this moment by his Master.

He loved it that his Master slept on, having given him Permission to do what he was, caring about him enough to give him a free reign.

He adored her for accepting him in the same way as she accepted the rest, not keeping herself from him, not being wary about him being the breed he was, the danger he represented. Of being able to care for the individual he was, never clumping him for the generic breed he was born as.

Stroking her plump red lips with his thumbs, he too acknowledged what Jin was saying. How could he not? He knew it too.

"What? What am I missing now?" Yoongi asked, the only remaining hybrid who had not thought about it.

Jin gently dislodged Jimin's hand from hers, nudging Hoseok to move away. Then he pulled the blanket back up to her chin and gave her a sweet Goodnight kiss on her forehead, then turned the lamp off.

He backed away from the bed, taking in the sight of his Beloved Master sleeping soundly before turning to Yoongi.

"We are all imprinting on her."

"What??" Yoongi whispered, stunned.

"I don't know about the kits, but if she is the way she is, without a doubt it will apply to them as well. But for now," Jin said.

Namjoon hung is head, he knew it too. Just refused to think about it.

"We have all already begun to imprint on her." Jimin finished Jin's statement.

The Eagle, the Jaguar, the Wolf, the Python and the Cobra looked at each other, understanding the gravity of the situation for both themselves and her.

No one was too surprised by the revelation though, because somehow, it felt natural, as the way things ought to have been...

But they still quietly went to their beds, having faith in their Master to handle it.

To handle 5 Predators with broken conditioning possessively bonding with her in the ultimate lethal way.

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ANYA :

Anya finished getting dressed in a light brown suit with a sexy strapless top underneath it. after all she could not forget her surroundings. Her clothes were also a part of the powerplay she displayed. She slipped on a watch and left her dark hair loose.

Anya went out of her bathroom and stepped in the bedroom again, only to pause at the sight of her hybrids still fast asleep.

All of them had their arms and legs entangled with each other, sleeping in a fused mess of limbs.

Some were snoozing with their faces smashed on the other's chest, while some were snoring with their mouths open.

They were simply adorable.

And innocent.

All they did was being born. That is all. They were born and the next thing they knew, they were being trained as slaves.

Except of what was taught to them, they experienced nothing new at all.

And what was taught to them, was only about servitude, tolerance, sex and worthlessness.

Well, at least today is the last day they will be staying here. I will never let them come anywhere close to these grounds, ever in their lives.

Anya decided to let them sleep in. They must have been emotionally drained after yesterday's ceremony. She herself was exhausted.

She did notice herself tucked in with a plait in her hair that she could not remember doing herself.

Her hybrids had taken care of her.

Voluntarily.

That caused Anya to be enveloped in a happy glow from within since she had woken up, which did not abate yet.

She wanted to be there when they woke up, just to see those adorable sleepy squished faces, but she needed to complete her meeting with Ye Jun. Ye Jun would be leaving soon and Anya was to have no contact with the legal authorities during their raid and sometime after too, while they would be processing the entire ring.

If the mission became successful, then it would be some time before Ye Jun or any of the authorities would contact her to brief. They wanted her involvement to remain unknown. That way, they could use this strategy in the future too.

Just as she was going to leave the room, a thought struck her.

Suddenly waking up to a morning in the Mansion without her in sight might just send these people into a panic.

Especially Yoongi.

He had started imprinting. She needed to be careful with his emotions, keeping him calm. Any possible volatile situations needed to be taken out of the equation.

At least till they reached home.

Then she knew how to minimize the emotions to a very manageable level.

Waking up to find her gone might trigger him.

Anya walked to where they were all sleeping and went to the extreme side. She gently nudged Hoseok.

Hobi opened his eyes instantly, his golden gaze with vertical pupils dilated, then narrowing on her quickly.

That scared her for a second. His gaze was too eerie. Something she was yet to get used to.

But the next second, his face broke out in a beautiful smile, as he took in the sight of her kneeling above him, her dark long hair, a fragrant cloud surrounding him.

He reached up to tuck a strand behind her ears.

"Good morning." He wished her in his sleep roughened voice, deep and husky.

The voice was delicious.

Anya smiled at him and cupped his cold cheek, soothing him with her thumb. She kept her caresses light.

Hobi happily nuzzled into her palms.

"I am going to go talk to the legal officer. Ye Jun. The one who asked me to help here? Remember? I will be back in an hour at the most. Sleep in. If you wake before I come back, shower and relax. We will go to have breakfast together. Okay?"

Hobi nodded.

Anya smiled at the Python, so sleepy and cuddly in the morning. She gave him a fleeting kiss on his brows and then straightened up.

She opened her doors to find Peter and another guard on duty.

Closing and locking the door behind her, she greeted them. "Good morning. Had your coffee yet?"

Peter made a face, "The coffee here sucks."

Laughing at his grumbles, she answered, "Everything here sucks. Anyway, I am going to meet Ye Jun, please accompany me? I'd like you to be present during the conversation."

Peter understood what she was asking for. She did not want him in the capacity of a guard, but as her advisor and witness. He was one of her confidante, In all aspects of her life. Legal, social or family, he always knew everything about her, observing and giving his advice when needed.

He knew he was one of the people she depended on and trusted blindly.

He was proud of that trust.

He would never betray it.

Peter quickly asked for Jackson to take his spot, as he accompanied Anya to outside the Mansion.

"Your hybrids were pretty stable throughout the ceremony yesterday. That was impressive. Even the Panther and the Tiger." Peter talked with her as they walked down the stairs.

"They trusted me."

"Yes, but their attachment to you is incredibly fast. The way they crowd you is also protective in nature. Just wanted you to keep in mind that there can be something there." Peter hinted at it.

Anya remained quiet as the exited the Mansion, going towards the huge gardens, then she said quietly, "Yoongi has begun imprinting on me."

Peter aimed her with a sharp look, he looked forward again after sometime and said, "That is surprising."

They had reached the backside of the Mansion. At the far end of the grounds was a small gazebo. The figure inside that gazebo stood up to wave her arms. Waving back Anya said to Peter,

"Why is it surprising? You hinted at this very possibility not a few minutes ago. From his behavior, I don't think it should come across as a surprise?"

"The surprise is not the fact of Yoongi starting to Imprint." Peter said to her as they neared the small gazebo situated in the shade of a huge tree.

"Then?"

They reached the place and Anya and Peter climbed the small set of stairs to go inside it.

"The surprise is that only he is Imprinting."

Just as Ye Jun enveloped Anya in a warm hug, her mind buzzed with what she heard Peter murmur. He meant it should be more than Yoongi who ----??

No. not now.

"Oh Anya. I missed you." Ye Jun still had her in a hug.

Mind still reeling from what Peter had said, she forced a carefree laugh as she hugged her friend back, "Really? It has been only 3 days since we saw each other."

Laughing, Ye Jun held her from herself, looking at her with a big wide smile, "Oh no, not missed you in that sense. I just missed the savage you. Its been sometime I have seen your cold ruthless side like the one yesterday. All of which you did was boldly terrifying, yet within the law. I missed that side."

Anya smiled at her friend and sat down on one of the chair at the small dainty table set in the middle, Peter sitting beside her while Ye Jun settled herself in front of her.

"Well, people are now well aware of me, not many fools are left to challenge me like yesterday. Its been a while because of that."

"Oh, don't lie. You did that because you wanted to. Not because those poor fools were not aware. You engineered it that way." Ye Jun laughed in delight again

"Well, True." Anya said ruefully.

Ye Jun relaxed back and said, "Long time since we met Peter. How have you been?"

"Been well. Yes, its been a long time since we met face to face." Peter answered back politely.

Anya hid a smile. That was Peter's very polite reminder that even though he hadn't met them in person, he was always kept posted about their meetings via the audio track Anya regularly wore whenever she went anyplace for meetings with potential for needing backup.

Ye Jun directed a wry smile his way, acknowledging the reminder.

"I asked to see you here for some important information. Firstly about the hidden auction. Learnt a lot about it. might interest you too knowing that two of your hybrids were slotted to be there."

"I am listening."

"Our agent was invited. Once his bank guarantee was confirmed for the price, he was taken to the place the auction would be held. Its in through the forest." Ye Jun pointed at the forest at the edge of Park's property.

"Because the smugglers were all busy and in awe of what you have done, and the hybrids you have purchased, they wanted you to join in as well. For that, they personally made the production of their auction grand, hoping that word would reach you."

"Its not just an auction. It's a killing arena."

"What? I don't understand." Anya was a bit confused. The auction was for blood sport?

Ye Jun nodded, catching what she was thinking, "Its blood sport."

"But its very twisted. Extremely twisted Anya."

"Okay, let's hear it."

Ye Jun drew a breath.

"In the arena, different activities are arranged. Deranged activities."

"Example?" Anya prodded.

"Like, races for lighting a cauldron at the end of the finish line with the hybrid's hand being set on fire in the starting line.

Like being choking a hybrid with a rope around his neck while him solving a cube.

Like beating him with hot rods or making them chew on it.

All of these are done while bets are placed on who would die first."

"I don't get what you are saying Ye Jun." Anya whispered.

Ye Jun shifted on her seat, leaning forward to tell her.

"Hybrids are bought in the auction. The owners then decide which activities their hybrids would take part in, as in which way they would most enjoy to watch them die. Once 4 to 5 hybrids have been grouped in an activity, say being beaten by a club, the activity begins for 5 of those hybrids, while all the owners and spectators watch. They place bids on who would die first. When one of the hybrid dies in the activity, it is stopped. The rest 4 given some rest before their owners choose yet another activity for them, like supposed their hand being doused in gasoline and set in fire, then they are made to race to the finish line to set fire to a cauldron filled with oil with their flaming hands. The one who is last is thrown in that cauldron to burn to death."

Anya was breathing deep now.

This was—

Words failed her.

The depth of such depravity shocked her.

To think her Jimin and Hoseok were selected for this.

Ye Jun continued "35 such activities are present. The last 2 hybrids that remain alive, in whatever capacity that might be are presented to the crowd. The crowd then decide which hybrid impressed them the most. The victor. That hybrid is simply shot to death with one single bullet to his head. A fast death. The other hybrid."

She stopped.

"The other hybrid?" Anya needed to hear the morbid tale. She needed to know.

"The other hybrid is then tortured by everyone till he dies. Torn apart while alive." Ye Jun said.

"Jimin and Hoseok were going to be there." Anya said absent mindedly, her thoughts stuck on it. on her sweet angel and dashing Python.

It was unthinkable to her.

"Deep breaths Anya. They are with you now. They will never be touched by anyone." Peter was bending her forward.

She registered that she was having a mild panic attack.

This was disgusting. It was—it was—

"Tell me you will be able to catch these m*therfuckers! Tell me this auction will not happen this time." Anya asked desperately.

Ye Jun smiled at that. "We have already ided the sons of b*tches. Tagged them too. As soon as the auction will start, our forces will not only be able to arrest them and the participants, but with the visual evidence, they will also be convicted to life imprisonment. The Chief in Military is backing our play. These bastards are going down Anya. It's a guarantee. You helped achieve it."

Anya could only nod at that.

She needed to stop thinking about what would have happened had she not bought them.

One day, she would ask both of them if they knew about this hell.

One day, when she would be ready for their answer.

"I am glad I could help end this. More than glad." She said.

"Which brings me to this. Creating such a big event, the smugglers no doubt had lot of influential people backing them. I don't want them to know about your involvement. It was because of you the smugglers came to this auction in person. Them all targeting you—might be irritating to you I thought."

"Yes."

"Perfect. As you have already made an impression of finding this whole event boring and beneath you, it will not come as a surprise if you want to go home tomorrow. No one would suspect a single thing. So be sure to be gone before afternoon. That Is when we will start closing in. after that, don't make any contact with me or the department until we reach out. That will be sometime though. About 3 weeks to a month."

She knew this already.

"But, while going through the selection of hybrids for the auction, we came across something—unexpected. That is the reason why I insisted you come meet me."

"Seriously? There is more left?" Anya wanted to go back to her room.

She needed to go hug Hobi. She needed to feel Jimin close to her. She did not want to keep sitting here in the gazebo with her friend.

After hearing what she did, she did not trust leaving her hybrids alone in this cursed place.

"Well, trust me, you wanna hear this."

Anya sighed loudly. She had a feeling she really did not.

"What is this about may I ask Miss Jun?" Peter inquired softly. He knew Anya was deeply uncomfortable. If it was yet another update of the legal matters, he could listen in on her stead while she could go back.

"She needs to hear this Peter." Ye Jun answered him, then turning to Anya she asked, "Do you know about the colour codes given to hybrids?"

Puzzled at that question, Anya answered, "Who doesn't?"

"Humor me. You have never had a hybrid so I need to know. Tell me what are the codes?"

"Aah. I said I know it Juni"

"Still."

Exasperated, Anya decided to humor her, "Code Gold, Green, Coral, Blue, Silver, Red and Black."

This was the code of colours being given to any Predator hybrids. The codes were given after assessing their behaviour, their dominance, their subconscious, their traits, their genetics, their bloodline, their raw senses and the level of active animal side.

"Correct. Only for Predators these exist. Good. As you know, Gold and Green are the codes we desire?"

"Not we, Juni. Yes I get you. Gold means no will power at all. The perfect slave. Green are the ones so damaged by the conditioning that all their potential is drowned away. They are simple creatures, almost at level with the domestic hybrids. Happy in obeying commands, too scared to do anything else."

Personally, she hated both the codes.

She hated it, because, even if anyone would try, these hybrids could never overcome what had been done to them.

They were hybrids that existed to obey. Truly being happy getting to please their owners. They never wanted to evolve, freedom scared them. They almost craved subjugation as it solidified their identity.

The humiliation assured them of their place. Leaving that status was a foreign concept to them.

Try as one might, their baseline mentality could never be changed.

Anya hated it more now that she owned 7 hybrids.

She hated it, because she suspected 2 of her hybrids to be code Green.

Taehyung and Jungkook.

"Yep. Those are the predator Hybrids that sell the most. Coral and Blue are a bit problematic for us. They are the ones that are subjugated the most to keep them tamed."

Anya nodded again.

Coral and Blue were codes where the predators were observant. They had a mind of their own. They were never truly conditioned properly, it did not take root. Although they were submissive, they were kept that way by constant beatings and trainings.

Although loyal, the Blue and the Corals were hybrids that needed to be kept a constant eye on. They could easily become dominant if proper care was not taken

They were loose cannonballs.

"Scientists always warns people if Blues or Corals are produced or born. No one particularly wants a hybrid they need to constantly monitor." Anya said.

"True. As I said, they are – problematic."

Anya suspected all the rest of her Hybrids to be of this Code. She was almost certain of it.

Jimin, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi and Namjoon matched this code. They were submissive until she got them. They were loyal. All of them had a mind of their own. Their dominance was slowly coming through. She planned to let them expand on their personality even more.

They were not at all problematic to her. In fact, she wanted them that way.

"Then comes Code Silver." Ye Jun said

The keenly Intelligent hybrids. The hybrids who could adapt to anything, conform to any situation. The hybrids who were more sharp and witty than any given average human.

As such, they were considered a threat to the humans.

A master strategist, these hybrids were amazingly loyal and observant.

They could never be completely tamed.

Rather than their animal instincts, they were considered dangerous for their intuitive attacks. They used their brain rather than their claws. They had the cold logic of a human and the perceptive observation of an animal.

Silvers were rare.

She wanted to meet one.

"Not many Silvers in this world. They are mostly inducted in brainwashing and then rendered vegetative the second they are identified." Anya said.

Ye Jun laughed at her, "You sound wistful."

"I am! I so want to meet one. Talk to them, know how they view the world, the situations."

"Don't forget Silver or not, these hybrids are still kept as slaves." Ye Jun said

Anya snorted at that. "Huh! As if there are even a handful left in the world. They are too dangerous for them to be kept without high level mental and psychological compulsion."

"Hmmm. And the next three Codes."

"The next three codes?" Anya asked, puzzled.

"Code Red and Black." Ye Jun answered.

"What about them? They don't exist." Anya said.

"Why do you think that?"

"What is there to think about? They were named Code Red and Black for a reason. They are killed as soon as they are identified." Anya said.

It was true. Code Red and Black had different characteristics but the bottom line was only one. They were basically incompatible with human life.

They were volatile and unpredictable.

Coldly ruthless.

Highly dangerous and manipulative.

Their attacks were always fatal.

Completely untamable, they were cunning in their observations.

In short, they were utter Predators.

The animal side of them were dominant to the extent that they were mostly told to be animals in human skins.

As soon as a Code Red or Black was identified, without any fan or fare, they were instantly killed. They were never given an opportunity by the caretakers or their sellers to live past being id'ed. Let alone be owned.

In fact, the seller would be sentenced to prison if he sold an identified Code Red or Black, they were that dangerous. And forbidden.

"True. So you are aware of that code at least." Ye Jun smiled at Anya.

Anya just rolled her eyes at her friend. "I remember everything that I read Juni. You know that about me. this was completely unnecessary." She stretched her neck to get rid of the kinks, "But why did you say three codes? There are no more left."

"There is one more. A Code that is not known by common people."

"Huh? What?" Anya was mildly shocked, "A Code that I don't know about? I am privileged enough to know all"

"Well, you can say that its not on your privilege for the lack of knowledge, its just that this code was exhibited by only 9 known hybrids since hybrids were created. Its so damn rare that no knowledge has been gathered about them other than the name."

"Interesting." Anya sat up straight at that. Peter too leaned it.

Ye Jun answered their unvoiced question,

"Unclassified."

Anya waited a bit, "That's all?"

Ye Jun nodded, "That's all. That's all that is known. Nothing else could be known because all of these 9 hybrids somehow always escaped or killed themselves before any testing could take place."

"Seriously? Nothing is known about them? Nothing at all?" Anya questioned, intrigued.

"Nothing. Only what little is documented from 2 such hybrid who were kept in cells for the one day that they stayed before killing 23 workers and then themselves to not be captured again."

Anya digested that.

"So what was documented?" she asked

"They remained uncommonly still, simply moving their eyes and observing everyone and everything in the room. They remained that way for 25 hours, back straight, sitting down, just moving their eyes. they never even said a word. One was a Hyena hybrid, the other a Fox"

"That's absolutely no intel Juni." Anya drolly said.

Ye Jun laughed at that, "Hey I told you not much is known about them."

"Try saying nothing is known about them." Anya corrected her friend.

Ye Jun smiled at her words and nodded, then became serious. "Park has had these hybrid trainings and auctions passed down to him from generations. Did you know that?"

Surprisingly, "No" Anya said

That was the reason for this man's ancestral wealth, she realized.

"As a registered seller for Auctions of predators, the mandated codes for him to show us, the legal authorities to sanction his business, are fixed."

Anya knew that.

"Since the time it started with his grandfather, The codes he can still sell are till Silver."

"Silver? He has had Silver?"

"His Father had one."

Wow. If only she could meet him.

"As you know, every purchase someone makes from him, he needs to have the legal documents processed by our department. In those documents, the codes need to be mentioned." Ye Jun said.

Yes, she knew that. She was present throughout the procedure.

"Once the sanction of the purchase has been granted, no legal authorities have any rights over the hybrids. No rights whatsoever. Unless, of course requested by the owner."

Anya tilted her head. Her friend was going somewhere with this line of statements.

Ye Jun breathed deeply through her mouth and then exhaled loudly. She flicked her eyes at Peter and then back to her again. Collecting herself, she continued.

"After your documents were sanctioned, that night me, Hyung-sik and Sir Gong-yoo were on night shift. Nothing much was happening and we were just joking around. Sir wondered which hybrids you had got, so we looked over in your documents."

Anya waited.

"Two of your Hybrids were registered as Code Green, while the rest all were registered as Code Blue."

Okay, so it was exactly what she had suspected. But clearly, something else would also be revealed now. Her friends had not built up this whole narrative for this to be its conclusion.

"We laughed over at it. Sir then went to his office to talk to his cousin. Me and Hyung-sik just decided to dig further. You know, just for fun."

A pause.

"We went over the database submitted 4 years ago about the total numbers of hybrids put up for purchase and their codes. It matched this years perfectly."

"Meaning?" Anya asked

"Meaning that this year's had discrepancies. It should have been different. Those hybrids were sold. This years should not be exactly the same. Some variations should have been present."

"Okay....."

"That discovery egged us further, so we decided to hack into the Private Lab that Park had used to evaluate the codes of his hybrids. The Lab is called Absolventa."

Ye Jun folded her hands as she continued.

"Throughout the years, there were 15 hybrids that were not put up for auction on the permanent basis, you know that right?"

A nod of confirmation.

"So we had to go back quite a few years to confirm the codes of those 15 hybrids. When we finally found the archive for it, we found that 7 of the hybrids folders had been deleted."

Anya's heart slowly started beating faster, a sense of disbelief shrouding her.

7. That number alarmed her.

The feeling of foreboding engulfed her.

"We noted the rest 8 Codes and matched it with the ones not put in the auction this year too. The other 8 excluding the 7 you purchased. Their codes matched."

Which meant that the ones deleted were of her 7 hybrids.

Ye Jun continued. "We were both alarmed, so we called Seo-joon. You know he is a hacker without par."

She knew.

"As soon as he understood what we were saying he got to work trying to find the digital fingerprint that would allow him to access at least the base level program. He found it. Unfortunately it was completely destroyed. But it did give an address to where the Lab had set up temporarily to conduct the evaluation. We found the address and went there. Right then." Ye Jun said.

"We were without any warrant so we decided to distract and try to look through their archives. Thankfully the staff were low. We gave the excuse of wanting to look at the profiles of the predators we had noted the names of. They happily led us to the archives. Once there, Seo-joon and Hyung-sik engaged while I tried to find the documents to the year it happened. I lucked out. I found it."

Anya remained quiet.

"The physical documents were not destroyed, although their names, dates and breeds were blacked out, save one. Only one document had the name slightly visible. There were 7 such documents. That is how I knew they were for your hybrids."

"Anya, none of the codes were Green or Blue."

Anya bit on her lips, almost making it bleed. Peter too was agitated.

"Tell me."

Ye Jun Licked her lips.

"There were 1 Silver, 2 Black and 2 Red Codes."

A startled sound came from Peter.

Anya only sat as she was, trying to process and digest it.

She had one Code Silver. She guessed she got her wish.

But Black and Red??

She felt chilled to her bones. Not just one, 4 Hybrids.

"What about the remaining 2?" Peter asked, his voice steady, but a faint note of urgency in it.

Ye Jun looked at him as she answered.

"2 Unclassified."

Anya's heart stopped.

Taking some time, she asked again.

"What name was visible?"

"One of the Code Unclassified's name." Ye Jun answered.

Suddenly, Anya thought back to yesterday's ceremony. Of the Blatant fear in Park's face during it. she knew one of her Unclassified. She knew. Ye Jun just confirmed her suspicions.

"Jimin."

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A/N : 12.2k. Hello! so we have the implications of not just imprinting but also the revelations of our hybrid's code. These are on the level of dangerous while imprinting on Anya too.

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