(As its a continuation of the story, for a small point recap, Jin drugged Anya to counter the aphrodisiac that Joon had dosed her with. She is sleeping due to the injection, hence is not easily woken up)

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JIMIN :

It was 4 am in the morning when the hybrids exited the black room.

They were bloody, naked and wildly charged.

Jin had called Jimin and Hobi to assist him with the clean up of the liters of blood and DNA still remaining on the floor – the only trace of Flaker in the world.

The rest of the 4 packmates transformed again once outside the house, and roamed the estate. Giving in, to the free nature of their animals and Vrȃgs for the kill had liberated them from the conscious chain they had wrapped around themselves, restricting their own nature. The vicious pleasure from the kill was riding them hard, the high addictive and potent.

They were conscious of the threat they might become to the humans they called their own in the house, leading them to remain outside, slowly calming down while making sure to protect their humans from their wildly savage mood.

The security patrolling both the joint estates were used to them roaming the grounds in their animal form.

None of the guards batted a single eyelash on seeing the Tiger, the Panther, the Wolf or the Jaguar prowling the property. They went on about their duty as if the sight of a Tiger running by them was normal, they rested casually against a tree they knew was occupied by the Panther. They made sweeps of the boundaries while a vicious Grey Wolf stalked them from behind, they chatted on their social apps while the Jaguar growled before them.

The hybrids too, were used to the men.

In this estate, the relationship of each residing human with the dangerous Code of Hybrids was as special, as was it filled with pride.

Pride of the humans for walking alongside the ferociously ruthless creatures without having to care for their safety, having earned their respect.

Pride of the hybrids for staying alongside humans who respected them without a shred of fear in their scents.

Meanwhile, the clean-up was swift, taking only half an hour. Jin dismissed the two after majority was over, volunteering to stay behind to complete the menial leftover tasks.

Jimin did not pause to bid him a goodnight.

He swiftly bound up the staircase, exiting it and heading to the mainhouse. His footsteps were quiet, his form as silent as a shadow, but his emotions were in turmoil.

Letting himself in, he never hesitated for a second in the darkness of the house, his instincts and needs pushing him towards the one room he craved to be in.

The screaming of his Vrȃg was continuous, as was his own wants, riding him hard, beating within him like a thunder. With each step he took, it only got louder, heavier . . . darker.

Right outside her door, Jimin stopped at last. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the door, breathing heavily, trying his best to bring his emotions under control.

To wrest his Vrȃg under control.

But it was hard. It would always be hard for him. His Vrȃg was different from the others.

Its screaming got louder, as Jimin's heart sped up when he inhaled the warm tinges of Vanilla and Cherry Blossoms drifting out of the room. His blood thickened as his fangs sharpened, the venom flooding his mouth.

He groaned as the pulse of lust hit him hard, his length hardening painfully, as his desire for her flooded his body. It spread through him like wildfire as the clamoring of his other half throbbed harder. The part which loved her, wanted to be near her. The part which wanted to hold her close to him.

The two sides of his screaming singular need for her made him pant harder.

He needed her close.

Need to fuck her.

He wanted to hold her to him.

Want her beneath me.

He wanted to kiss her sweet lips.

Want to mark her with bruises.

He was desperate to inhale her rich heady fragrance from her skin.

NEED HER WARM BLOOD ON MY TONGUE.

Jimin squeezed his eyes tighter, growling as his desires meshed with the darker ones of his Vrȃg. He was not sure how much in control of himself he was.

A small part of him shrieked at him to step back, to go back. To calm himself. To not reach her.

Even though he knew it was the right choice, he couldn't go. If he was anywhere other than near her, he would likely hurt someone in his rage of being physically apart from her. His need for her was too strong at the moment. He was helpless against it.

MOVE

MOVE

HOLD

BITE

FUCK

BLOOD

WANT

BONDED!!!!!!!!!

The pulsing demand of his Vrȃg overwhelmed him, sweat running down his back at the intensity of desire clouding his vision. Breathing heavily against the onslaught of his fierce need for her, his wrists flicked as he opened the door.

Fluidly he stepped inside.

Her fragrance assaulted him like a sledgehammer, almost bringing him to his knees with how his lust acutely ratcheted up steeply.

The air was sweetly perfumed by her scent, the delicious arousal thick and intense from the way she had reacted to Jin and the drugs.

Jimin inhaled lungful of it, the fire in his blood spreading faster, hotter. He moaned as his length hardened impossibly, his jeans constricting him painfully.

He was losing his focus, the musky vanilla affecting him like nothing else in the world. He was getting drunk on it, he felt high on drugs.

His eyes adjusted to the soft light as he turned his head to the small delicate figure, peacefully sleeping on her bed.

At her sight, abruptly, his Vrȃg became absolutely silent. It felt as if it was savouring the sight, its need temporarily extinguished in the wake of the realization of its fortune.

Of belonging to someone like her.

Of her, belonging to him.

Even with the need ravaging his body, Jimin felt a little at ease with the quiet in his mind, with his Vrȃg's tranquility. This gave him the opportunity to slowly walk towards the four poster bed, to get closer to her.

Jimin walked towards the side of the sleeping figure, gazing down on her. His eyes were burning with the weight of his emotions, his pupils dilated as it caressed every single dip and rise of her naked body shielded only by a thin white blanket.

Jin had cleaned her, taking care of the hot wax she had spilled on herself. He had unclothed her, peeled the hardened substance from her chest, soothed the inflamed burnt skin with some ointment and then laid her down to sleep.

The blanket did precious little to shield her luscious curves from his dark stare. Her shoulders and arms were uncovered. The dark pink of her nubbin pressing against the sheet, her milky smooth skin looking soft.

It felt like an invitation for his touch. A siren's call to his senses.

He wanted to see her.

Naked.

He sensed his Vrȃg stirring again.

More . . . More . . . More . . .

More . . . More . . .

More. More.

MORE. MORE.

MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!

The demands beat down on his senses, battering away any resistance, any hesitation he felt.

She was his. And he had the right to see her, touch her.

Breathing labored, his hand gripped the sheet covering her.

"Jimin."

All his hyung said was his name, but a slashing command was embedded in it.

His hand fisted on the sheets, his eyes blazing on her soft lips tilted in a small smile as she slept on, unconscious to the world.

Unaware of the beast standing beside her.

"Don't." The word was bit out.

Jimin still did not let go of the sheet

Bonded is mine! Need her! Take her! Fuck her! Bite her! Have to mark her, have to make her bleed!! Blood loss will make her weak, cause her to stay home, away from humans!!! Venom will cause her pain, she will stay home!!

TAKE HER! TAKE HER! TAKE HER!!!!!!

"Don't interfere." Jimin growled out, his voice grating and demonic, multiple pitches of gruesome sound blending together. His Vrȃg was influencing him too hard.

He sensed his Hyung slowly approach him from behind.

"The first time you see her should not be when she is unreceptive."

"Her consent is not required! She is mine!" Jimin bit back. Still, his hands did not move the sheet away.

Strong hands wrapped around Jimin's wrist, squeezing them so hard that the Cobra grit his teeth at the pain.

"You don't really mean that." The deep voice said quietly. "Control it Jimin."

Jimin bowed down his head. No, he did not really mean it.

"The desire that I genuinely feel is the same as my Vrȃg. The synergy breaks me down Hyung, because the dark needs that my Vrȃg demands are the ones that I too long for." Jimin made his finger unclench on the sheets.

He slowly let go of it.

Taking a step back, he looked up in the calm but intense eyes of Yoongi.

The Jaguar was naked, having transformed as soon as he came in the room from the balcony. He stood still, as he waited for the blackness tinging Jimin's eyes to recede. His own, completely normal.

Jimin saw Yoongi turn back to look at Anya, his eyes immediately softening at the same time as taking an edge.

His eyes held his insane obsession, but the hand that he lifted to caress the long unbound tresses was gentle.

He lifted a long lock of her dark hair, wrapping it around his finger as he bent a little to kiss it.

Jimin clenched his jaw at the gesture.

"How do you do it Hyung?" His voice was low and pained. His tone defeated. "How are you still the same with her? Your Vrȃg is as vicious as mine. How have you not changed when it comes to her?"

Yoongi settled down beside Anya's sleeping form on the bed, still playing with her luxuriant silken wealth, "You have?"

Jimin let out a harsh laugh.

The laugh was loud as was it piercingly tortured. The drug induced sleeping girl did not stir. He stepped back down and speared Yoongi with a stare.

"You would not have come running as soon as you realized where I was standing if you had not already known. Why the fuck are you pretending??"

"Tell me."

"You get off listening to my needs?" Jimin aggressively took a step towards him, his mouth twisted in a sneer, "My fantasies turn you on? Is that your kink? Wanting to watch her being fucked by me?"

"I will enjoy seeing her sobbing in pleasure irrespective of who is delivering it as long it is one of us. That is something I have never hidden." Yoongi's voice was devoid of any inflection, "That is not what I asked."

Jimin's gaze turned as vicious as his voice, "She will be sobbing under me all right," bending down, he spoke close to Yoongi, "But I cant guarantee it will be in pleasure and not in pain."

Yoongi remained unfazed. He simply nodded, while his hands kept soothingly combing through her hair, "And you despise it."

Jimin maintained the stare, his eyes rapidly filling with an intense emotion strong enough to pour off his body.

His voice pitched low, but with a vein of rage, he said, "I fucking ABHOR it."

Abruptly he stood straight, his teeth grinding hard.

"I'll kill her if I make love to her." With his eyes closed and head tilted back, he continued, "It'll kill me if I don't touch her intimately soon."

He swallowed hard, "I cant wait anymore, I have been the most patient of you all. I need her with an intensity which is slowly consuming me. At this rate, either I'll snap or claw my fucking heart out just to make it stop."

Yoongi did not say anything. He just kept soothing the girl sleeping beside him, his touches gossamer, his fingers carefully gentle.

"You think that is not exactly what I feel?"

The question was asked in the most conversational tone.

"NO. I DON'T." Jimin spit out, in a controlled rage he turned to the Jaguar.

"You can touch her, like you are doing now. You are still normal with her. You can fucking touch her without wanting to hurt her. I cant."

A small smile twisted on Yoongi's lips as he looked back to the serenely angelic face. So soft in her vulnerability.

"The smoothness of her skin that I am caressing is making me wonder how would it feel slippery with her ruby blood making it slick. The unblemished milky expanse is making me crave to sink my claws in her slowly, tearing it. Her smile makes me want to thrust inside her so hard and rough that I hurt her in the most intimate way but still make sure that she cums on me so explosively that her consciousness fades away until she is helpless within my arms, weeping in pain and exquisite pleasure."

Yoongi drew one finger delicately over Anya's soft cheeks.

"Then I want to do it all over again."

Looking back at Jimin, he gave him a cold smile, "Is this what you call, me being normal?"

All the anger drained away from Jimin as he heard his own sentiments reflected back. But still, his Hyung could have these thoughts blaring in his mind but keep his cool.

Inhaling deeply, Jimin went forward and sat down at the foot of the bed, near Anya's legs. She was close enough that he could feel her body heat but far enough that he did not accidentally touch her.

"I was her sweet silver hybrid. Her Silver Menace." He said in a small voice, "Someone who unashamedly clung to her all the time. And she needed that, still does."

Jimin's eyes were snared by the rhythmic way Yoongi's strong veiny hands were tenderly stroking down her arms. He continued while watching that action.

"As soon as I started to observe her, I quickly realized that she is as touch starved as us. My clinging to her was for her sake as much as it was for me. She loves to be bothered by me, loves when I did not let go. She adored the fact that I would always be around somewhere, never really giving her space, never really providing her with privacy."

Jimin slowly reached out his hand towards her foot she had curled beneath the blanket. His hands hovered over them before tentatively coming down to rest on it.

Instantly, a bolt of electricity zinged through his spine at the warm contact. His Vrȃg screamed at him to bring her closer to him, to hold her in his arms, to keep her suffocatingly to himself. To cradle her tightly, not caring if she broke. Literally.

Jimin snatched his hands back.

His voice cracked at the pain he felt at the truth of his words, "Now, she searches for me everywhere. I see her unconsciously seeking me out, her eyes trying to catch mine in a silent question. And need. God, so much need." Jimin covered his face with his palms.

"But I can't." he whispered, "Every touch blazes me down, making that insanity fester to claim her. And I KNOW for a fact that my touch will bring her pain. There is no other way or doubt about it. My Vrȃg makes it impossible for me to love her physically without inflicting any kind of injury. And so, I keep away."

Suddenly, a harsh laugh pulled itself from his soul, "Hell when I lifted her in my arms to carry her from the room so that she could see the scene playing out with Arissa and You, I almost raped her."

Looking at her small figure, he sadly smiled, "But she clung to me without a single care. Without any fear."

"You were never that person. The sweet one." Yoongi cut in.

Puzzled, Jimin looked up, "I was."

Shaking his head Yoongi explained, "That was a self which was not complete. You were not Complete. Any personality you had then is void Jimin. With just half your psyche, you were living a lie. We all were."

Jimin sucked in a breath, "Then this? This is who I really am?" Horrified at the prospective.

Thankfully, with a small smile, Yoongi shook his head again, "The phase of life we are going through has divided us in two within ourselves. We, are still trying to figure out how to coexist with our Vrȃg, how to meld. Right now? We are unsettled, meaning this is temporary."

Yoongi looked at Jimin, "This is the you who will become the real person you were born to be."

"I wont survive till then." Jimin pulled the blanket from her feet, uncovering them. Bravely, he wrapped his hands around her ankles. His Vrȃg roared to have her again, but he somehow withstood it.

He was too deprived of touching her to lose this opportunity.

"As I said Hyung," Jimin continued as he bent down and place a lingering kiss on her ankle, his lips tingling from the warmth, "Its either I take her hard, or take my heart out. I cant withstand the force of my needs anymore."

"Bullshit."

Jimin looked up at his dark eyes.

"Sublimate." Yoongi commanded.

Jimin shook his head, "I don't think anything will work."

"Find out."

Jimin just shook his head again and lay down on the bed close to her, constantly drawing in her rich, warm scent.

"Or else," Yoongi's voice turned sly, "Beat your Vrȃg."

Jimin laughed a little, "Now who is bullshitting?"

"Our Vrȃgs are starved for love. They know that this girl drowns us in it. By that logic, don't you think its action should NOT be this extreme? That the Vrȃg should WANT to make sure it remains in her good graces by NOT giving her reasons to hate it? Which means, should it not try to suppress its own need to hurt her to keep her close?" Yoongi asked in a casual manner.

Jimin went over his words.

Then sat up straight.

Even when the Vrȃg thought there was a slight possibility of being loved by Michael, it was determined to do anything to keep him pleased, to make him stay. Even if it meant demeaning themselves.

By comparison, their Vrȃgs knew how much their hybrid minds HATED her being hurt. How much struggle it was causing, friction it was generating due to its dark demands. LOGICALLY, it should have backed down.

LOGICALLY, the Vrȃgs should have wanted to protect their bonded. Protect the one they had deeply imprinted on.

"They do want to protect her." Jimin haltingly said out loud, thinking his way through this maze. His Vrȃg, unhelpfully, went quiet.

"Yes, from others. Never from itself. Ask yourself, why?" Yoongi leaned back on the bed, his hands tugging the sheets Anya was tucked in, to cover himself too.

Realization slowly dawned on him. Yoongi smiled at that, "Caught that?"

"But, then. Jungkook? Jin Hyung?"

Yoongi dismissed it, "The intensity will still be present, but the bone melting fever will be held in check, exactly how it should be. If Hyung or Jungkook do make love to her now, she will likely still be injured, but nothing as major as the ones we are worrying about."

Jimin smiled a little, "I like the way you say it so surely."

"Which part?"

"The certainty that we are the ones who will take her sexually."

Yoongi leaned down to place a small kiss on her cheeks, "The only ones ever." He whispered. He placed a string of small kisses on her face, till he reached her lips.

Delicately, he traced the outline of her pink petals with the tip of his tongue. Tasting her.

With tiny licks, he covered her lips with his taste. Anya stirred a little but settled back just as fast, her breathing even. Yoongi did not stop.

He slowly progressed to kissing her. His lips soft and gentle on hers, sharing a lover's kiss. A kiss which was not sexual, but filled with intimacy. Filled with the casual right to be able to carry out such an action.

He lifted himself from her, satisfied by the way her plump lips glistened with a thin sheen of his tongue.

"This is a woman who is equally feared as she is wildly desired by most of the world." He said in a low voice, "A woman, whose beauty can only be compared to her savage intelligence. Someone who cannot be touched, may the whole world collide together to form a union against her.

She will mildly smile while creating an inferno to blaze them down to ashes with a casual flick of her wrist.

People lust after that power. People lust for her body. But all will only ever remain a fantasy in the dreams they sink into. This lady here is as unattainable as the sun. She will burn any who dare to come close."

Yoongi's smile grew as Jimin slowly crawled over her body. He positioned himself right above her as he continued for Yoongi.

"But to us," Slowly, ever so carefully, he lowered himself while pushing his hands beneath her, to turn her body to lie directly on her back.

Jimin laid down flat against her, clenching his jaw hard and his eyes shut as he absorbed the sensations. Several minutes passed before he opened his eyes, the silver competing against the spreading black.

Resolutely, he inched closer to her neck, inhaling her perfumed scent, daring to lick her collarbone.

He used his tongue to trace her skin from her collarbone to her neck, leaving a trail of shining damp skin. He continued his path from the side of her neck till her lips, licked her over the Jaguar's taste, parting it slightly to delve deeper.

To fleetingly capture her uniquely sweet taste before retreating.

Pupils dilated, the silver of his iris was framed by the pitch black of his eyeball. Jimin smiled viciously at the pleasure that erupted in his chest, his Vrȃg silent due to the intention he had just figured out.

"But to us," Jimin buried his face in the crook of her neck, resting his body on top of her, conscious of not putting his entire weight, as he kissed her fragrant skin, "She is open, giving . . ."

His kisses turned into soft bites, tugging at her neck with his teeth and hotly releasing it. His biting kisses slowly trailed to her pulse, steadily beating.

Jimin sucked at that particular point, making sure to leave a beautiful bruise on her skin.

He stopped after sometime. Eyes glazed and glinting with a voracious hunger, he lifted himself up to look down at her, admiring the dark smudge he had placed, the blanket dipping to reveal the upper curves of her soft breasts. Naked, her virtue hidden in the veils of just a flimsy, ineffective barrier.

"Vulnerable." Jimin completed.

Yoongi leaned down to kiss her nose, "Extremely vulnerable."

His tone made Jimin sharply glance at him, to see the Jaguar looking at him assessingly.

"Any second now, your Vrȃg will triple the effort it was making earlier." Although his voice was low, his tone was rigid, "Get off her Jimin. Or you'll suddenly attack her unconsciously."

Jimin felt the truth behind Yoongi's words, but . . .

He looked down at his Master again. So sweetly trusting.

He bent again to place whisper soft kisses of her lips. The warmth of her so close to his cold lips was drugging him for more. Even the proximity made his lips twinge with a sensitivity which only lovers shared.

A hand grabbed him by his neck, the grip unyielding.

"Off."

"Why?" even with the pain on his neck due to the grasp, Jimin pressed himself more intimately to her, the blanket tugging even lower. Jimin gripped her shoulder while he ground himself against her.

"She saved you from a life of being molested. Is this what you do in return? Molest her?"

Jimin stilled completely.

That word was ugly.

But then, what he was doing, was exactly that.

A roaring started in his ears as he shook off Yoongi's hand and pulled the blanket more securely around her frame. He rolled sideways to lay down beside her, his forearm covering his eyes.

Through that mind shattering roaring of his Vrȃg and his desire, he lay still.

He just wanted her. Needed her.

"She will not refuse you when she is awake." Yoongi read his mind, "Why do you prefer her unresponsive."

"Because her actions makes the fire in me rage higher. Her voice draws me in." Jimin answered without removing his hands, "Her speeding heart, her moans, her laboured breaths make me lose my fucking control, what little shred of it I manage to cling to."

Yoongi was quiet for sometime. Then he got up from the bed and strolled to the end of the room, letting himself in the walk in closet.

Anya had taken to storing sweatpants and joggers in her room too. The erratic manner they kept visiting here, making the availability of clothes necessary.

Just until she remained untouched.

Jimin breathed in deeply and tried to steady himself as he heard Yoongi move about. His Master was his life. Without her, he would simply give up breathing. May it be by nature or by choice, her death would be followed by his, that was a truth he knew to be as absolute as the solid ground he walked on.

But he wanted to live it with her, wanted to adore her in a way that the beautiful smile never left her lips. He wanted to see that smile slow grow even more intimate, he wanted to see the wrinkles slowly forming at the corner of her eyes, her hair turning as silver as his.

Jimin needed to share those secret moments in the future, that road towards their old age. All the while making sure that the happiness in her heart never diminished.

That was his dream. The new dream she had asked them to have.

He felt tears leak from his eyes as he remembered that. He quickly swept them away, only for more to cascade down.

"I met my Angel in white on that evening and without any words being exchanged, she became my Gospel. She became my light."

Jimin remembered the words he had said, he remembered because it was a brand in his soul. That gaze on him, that smile, those tears.

He had become hers.

But now?

He suppressed a sob.

Now, he himself was a threat to her life. A threat that NO ONE could stop, not even himself. He knew he would resist her, but ultimately, he knew he would give in and take her. He was helpless to stop himself, nor did he have the power to even try.

And that day, he would kill himself after bathing her lifeless body and dressing her in white.

Unless, the truth of his Vrȃg was conquered.

If he wanted that to happen, he needed to be around her constantly. But he could not hold on for long. For both of their sakes, he hoped, she would come through.

"Tell me something." Yoongi came back towards him, a sweatpants slung low on his hips, his toned torso gleaming in the night lamps "Have you noticed a odd thing in Suhan regarding his sister?"

The question took his mind off the horrific image of him holding her corpse.

"Suhan loves her." He answered simply.

Yoongi stood beside the bed, his legs spread and hands crossed over his chest, "Understatement."

Jimin sat up, backing up towards the headboard while still staying close to her. He picked up swathes of her hair and spread it on his torso, combing through the strands gently, releasing its sweets fragrance.

"She is his only weakness. No matter how much he loves us or the rest in the house, he will remain stone cold sober to save us if something happens. In the event of any possible threat to his sister, he will lose it."

Jimin was sharp in his observations, small actions revealed an entire story to him. In this skill, he was unparalleled.

Yoongi nodded, "And?"

Jimin thought of all the things he had catalogued, "Before making even a small decision that can possible have an effect on her, as small as drinking for her bottle and making her take the half empty one to her bedroom, he will pause and think. Unconsciously. He has grown up in a manner that his every action around her is fashioned to always make sure she is happy. Or not dissatisfied."

Yoongi rocked back on his heels and nodded. Then his eyes flicked to Jimin's hands.

Without uttering a word, he went towards the vanity and picked up a hairbrush from the drawers.

He threw it towards the Cobra who effortlessly caught it and started brushing her hair right away.

"And?" he asked yet again.

Jimin kept gently working through the few tangles his handling of her had made, while he suppressed his Vrȃg. barely.

"Don't you find his love for her to have a tinge of something else too?" Yoongi prompted.

Jimin was doing his all to keep himself together. He just shook his head.

"Worship."

That paused his activities. Yoongi was right. Suhan's actions, his love for his sister had a tinge of worship to it.

Yoongi sat back on the bed, "His darkness is not normal Jimin. Suhan would have no doubt turned into a completely different individual I believe. You did not see his eyes when he killed. They were as cold as they were dead." Shaking his head, he said, "There was no enjoyment in him, no need. But his actions were fluid enough to betray his nature. Killing comes naturally to him. Manipulating people is as natural as breathing to him."

Yoongi's lips twitched in a small smile, "Yet, in this house, with us all, he is as normal as any human. Charming and attentive. Sensitive."

Jimin caught on quickly, "As if he trained himself to be. Trained himself so much that it became his nature, but only around us."

"Exactly." Yoongi asked again, "Going against such instincts, why do you think he did it? how did he?"

Jimin did not need to think. "Master."

Yoongi gave him a rubber band as Jimin started plaiting her hair.

"She accepted him in a way that he felt normal. She loved him without reservations. And he understood it. The way he is fucked up, and the way his sister never saw him as one. His sister, trained herself, both physically and mentally, to keep up with him, to not let him feel different. Beyond being protective, Suhan has a corner of himself where he worships her."

Jimin tied up the plait and carefully laid it across her chest.

"And that, fiercely protective, somewhat deranged, silent killer knows that we often visit his sister's room at night. Knew just how Jin wanted to test her. That person held back Joon when Joon was trying to stop her from letting you bite her. He did NOT rush to the cottage when he knew about our Vrȃgs, even though she was alone.

Suhan did not stop you that first night when you came out of his sister's room, but offered to help you. Ever wondered why?"

Jimin shook his head.

"Because just like his Beautiful sister," Yoongi's smile spread as he looked back at Anya, "He trusts us. He, loves us."

Looking back up at Jimin he asked, "Do you understand the enormity and the level of that trust?"

Not letting him speak, Yoongi went on, "Do you think our Master is foolish? That she does not understand just how violent our desires are? You think she does not know how close to the breaking point you are? How damn much in danger she is by being around us, by being our bonded?"

The door to the room opened to admit Jin, who turned and locked it.

"She knows Jimin." Jin said, having heard most of the conversation. "And she will still not give up."

Jin rested back on the door, "And that trust is addictive. That vulnerability that she ALLOWS us to see and exploit, the openness she BESTOWS on us is capable of making you come down to your knees."

His tall figure pushed back on the door as his silhouette crossed the room, "A girl who is feared can beg to us if you want, the woman who has it all, can give up everything if you want. A person who was brought up in a manner that she could never be touched either physically or any other way to be hurt, will lay down to take any pain you want to give her."

Reaching them, his gaze softened when he saw her, "A virgin Master, who will never command or humiliate her sex slaves. But will gladly become their toy to be played with if we so choose to.

Kim Anya, who can command the world and raze down any individual who dares to so much as lift an eye against her, will smile and embrace you, even if you appear in your Vrȃg form, holding a knife informing her you wish to kill her.

Even in that moment, she will want a kiss from you, gently soothing you. Loving you. Her smile wont falter Jimin, even when you plunge the weapon in her. all she will care about is your happiness."

Jimin closed his eyes. The words Seokjin offered were brutally potent as it dripped with the nectar of truth. A thrill went through him.

His Master, a person arguably the most dangerous in the world, had opened herself so completely for them, that to an extent, they held her precious life in their hands. Them, mere hybrids. Fithly half breeds created by humans for their desire, held the life of Kim Anya in their hands,

"Sublimate on that." Yoongi stated.

"That's what I do." Jin said.

"As do i." Yoongi smiled.

The edge would always be there, Jimin understood, but the violence would be dulled.

"She can still be hurt." Jimin relaxed back.

Jin's lips turned down, his voice hard, he replied, "She will be hurt. Even if we want, there is no escaping that."

Jimin stared at the Eagle, "But she will smile?"

Yoongi answered, "As long as we are happy, she will smile."

Jimin shook his head, "No." he got up from the bed, "The only thing this kind of thinking will encourage is our obsession. Our possessiveness will twist itself. The obsession as deadly as it is, it will turn into a core of darkness no one will be able to escape from."

"Better that the constant danger of killing her due to our passion." Jin grit out.

"How is it better??" Jimin shook his head, "If we become everything that we were not when we met, then the person she fell in love with in the first place will disappear. Hyung, this obsession will make us mad. We will perish in the possessive rage!"

Yoongi laughed.

His laugh was dark, mocking. His throaty chuckles deep.

"You think there is a way out now? You think we are not already trapped in that darkness?" Yoongi mocked.

Swiftly and abruptly, Yoongi pulled Anya's body in his arms and stood up. He strode towards the door, taking her away.

Without thought or memory, Jimin suddenly found himself in front of Yoongi, Blocking the Jaguar as he hissed out a warning.

Startled at his own behavior, Jimin straightened.

"There is no way to escape this prison of dark craving and love we have caged ourselves in Jimin." Seokjin's quiet voice said.

"Its too late. The only way to give her up is to die."

Yoongi smirked, "And your Vrȃg will never let that happen. It wants her, as do you."

Jimin clenched his jaw as the horror of the situation skidded down his spine as ice. That Auction his Master had attended had sealed her fate completely.

In liberating the seven of them, she had imprisoned herself with seven deadly beasts, shackling herself in a way that left the key of the release to be her death.

Yoongi adjusted her in his arms, bringing her up to kiss her lips softly, while she still remained unconscious.

"She is our Master Jimin, we will remain her slaves." Jin said as he came towards him, "But we are the slaves she will never get rid off. We are the slaves who will love her and devour her, ruining her for any other."

Jin stopped near Yoongi and cupped her face in his palms,

"Like a demon possessing a body it never leaves even after failed exorcism after the next, we will stay with her in this life." Bending slightly, he took her naked draped body in his arms from Yoongi, "And possibly in death too."

Jimin panted hard, dread and fear mixing with elation at the truth slowly transforming into a verity. A law. The horrific fate of his Master.

"The only thing that we CAN do is make it easier, make sure she is happy. Make sure that this family remains oblivious to the horror of the possession they are already entrenched in, make them believe this curse is a blessing."

Jin gently lay her down on the bed again, adjusting the sheets. Straightening, he looked at her.

"We will protect her from others, while ruining her ourselves. But we will make sure that it is sweet."

Yoongi darkly said, "Accept the fact Jimin. Suhan, Arissa, Joseph, Choi, Peter and Master. They belong to us. If the savagery of our darkness, the inevitable merge, spills over to them, then accept the fact that they will HAVE to deal with it. We wont step back to protect them. He cant anymore. We are not capable to."

"We will make them endure?" Jimin's voice was hollow, even though his darkness swirled over thinking about the day their odes would Unlock with the Vrȃg merged with their animal psyche. There was no telling what that future would make them to be.

Jin turned back and walked away from the bed.

"You are forgetting who they are Jimin. Trust me, they will handle us well." Jin clasped a hand on his shoulder, "We were fated. Every one of us. As for Master?"

Jin smiled, "I have learnt my lesson Jimin. She will make your Vrȃg bend down to its knees. Its only a matter of time. So just make sure to control yourself till then"

"But I want to play." The words were out of Jimin's mouth before he could stop them.

Jin and Yoongi's lips twitched, "Then play. Ironically, that will result in the downfall of your Vrȃg." Jin said.

Because that was the reason why the Vrȃg agitated this strongly. It knew of her love, it knew how much hold she had over him. It was the reason Jimin had figured out earlier.

His free Vrȃg was afraid that he would be enslaved by its bonded.

And it was afraid, that it would love it.

It was afraid, it wanted to become a true slave to her.

A deadly slave, but one that served her.

Jimin smiled. If this was a curse upon them, upon her that she would never walk away from, then he would entangle her in it more securely, showing her the seductive pull, the hedonistic pleasure of the darkness.

He would let go of the reservations he had freely, he would give her the opportunity to make his Vrȃg call her Master.

And then, he would ruin her.

Just as much as he loved her.

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MORNING :

HYBRIDS :

"—and so you see, the minister was afraid that he would go to a bigger position and the deal he had invested so much in would fall apart. He sabotaged his career so badly that the man went completely broke, almost down on the streets without a home. His wife left him, he had no family and became completely dependent on the minister. He lost substantial wealth. At the face of not only being given the promise of getting even but to also become financially independent again was what I needed. Just for a few seconds, I needed his common sense overshadowed."

Suhan was munching on his breakfast with the Hybrids in their cozy table before the Kitchen, answering questions and queries about last night.

"Meh." Arissa called out, "That was boringly basic."

Suhan protested at that, "Hey! Excuse me! anything more fancy requires more time! I was kind of pressed for that!"

"Oh please!" Peter scurried in to sneak in some extra pork cutlet, "The best would have been if they had died in their own homes and we remained undetected. What you did was, as Ari said, Extremely basic."

"I did NOT see you helping with the planning!"

Yoongi leisurely reached for some more broth while saying, "That's on you for never even hinting at what you were working on. How can we help if we have no idea what you are up to?"

Chewing, with a mouth fully stuffed with cutlet, Peter garbled, "Whath the Jaguar sthaid."

Suhan shut up.

"Oh by the way," Taehyung said as he slurped on his noodles, "Someone called Kim Gyu-ri called and left a message."

"Say what?" Suhan looked at Tae, who got puzzled, "What I just said?" he answered with a puzzled question.

"That's their mother." Peter answered helpfully as he looked for more food to eat, "Cheat day always makes me hungry." He murmured.

Taehyung looked at Suhan, completely bewildered, "Why would you save your mother's name as her name and not MOM??"

Suhan shrugged, "The landline is common for not just us but Arissa and the rest too. Thought it would look awkward if MOM was suddenly calling Choi, or he needed to call MOM. Went with the name."

"Why not your cell?" Ari asked as she coved a tall glass of smoothie with a coaster.

"Me and Anya were pretty much out yesterday night. I was worse than a vampire during daylight, with the way I crashed and slept and my sister, well," he wiggled his eyebrows at Jin, "tamed a Vrȃg?"

Jin rolled his eyes and continued with his breakfast.

"I'll call her before I head to office. Right now let me go see the black room. Pretty ingenious, the way you solved the problem." Suhan got up from his seat, "If it is as clean as you claim it to be, then I'll call the cleaning gang for just an additional sweep. A victimless crime scene wont be questioned by them."

He saluted them mischievously and turned to leave, but paused to say, "The last photoshoot for the three of you is today, I'll be leaving for office in 2 hours and Anya will be coming after lunch. You'll be accompanying me."

Jin, Hoseok and Jimin nodded.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled and he suddenly straightened in his chair. Looking towards the staircase, he smiled dazzlingly.

"Uh oh. Okay, I am out." Suhan saw that smile, understood the reason and dashed out of the house.

The hybrids, did not focus on him.

They should have.

Anya walked gingerly as she came down the stairs, dressed simply in a v neck tight Tshirt and slacks. Her hair was brushed and bound in a French plait and she was holding the railing of the staircase as she came down.

Joon stood up to go to her immediately.

"Goodmorning." He softly kissed her cheek and scooped her in his arms

Anya laughed and kissed his cheek, "Good morning Wolf."

Namjoon situated her in her chair and went for his own. Anya reached for her smoothie as she looked around the table.

"Suhan went to check the condition of the black room before calling the cleaning." Peter, ever so helpfully, gossiped out what she had missed.

He pulled a chair at the table and sat down, oh so casually stealing Hoseok's food, who glowered at him. Peter turned a blind eye and happily availed himself to the broth and noodles.

"Hmmm?" Anya looked for Arissa in the kitchen, "Flaker is dead? But—Suhan said he was having trouble without involving Uncle?"

"Nah! The hybrids ate him!"

Anya swung her head at Peter who kept slurping up as he declared it in an off hand manner.

"What??"

Peter looked up to answer when suddenly a delicious breast piece of sweet and chilly chicken was laid on his side plate. Then another hand added half fluffy omelet over it. Another hand sprinkled some crunchy green lettuce over his broth and noodles. Yet another hand forwarded a glass full of juice to his side.

"Why don't you eat? We'll explain. Hmmm?" Taehyung patted Peter's head as he tried keeping him quiet.

Peter happily agreed as his eyes sparkled at the veritable treasure, "I love cheat day!"

"What the hell do you mean you ate him?!? You DON'T eat a person!! What just happened???" Anya poked Jungkook repeatedly as he sat next to her.

"Owww!!" he scooted his chair a little away, "Hyungs made me do it! He tasted trash anyways!!"

Anya rounded on the others, "You MADE Kookie eat a human?!"

What has my life come to that this statement sounded normal to me? Why am I forming such a question?

Hoseok lifted his hands, "I was in the security room making sure none of it was recorded."

"I am was up here making sure no one went in the room." Jimin quickly threw in.

Anya lifted a brow at the remaining squirming hybrids.

Jin attempted a smile. It was horridly awkward, "I only questioned him."

"We cleaned the bones too. If that is what is worrying you. We did not leave the bones—oww" Taehyung shut up after a kick from Yoongi.

Anya opened her mouth and then closed it again. She licked her lips and opened them again to speak. Nothing came out and she closed it again.

"Oh shush it." Arissa came back and deposited a bag near her feet. Then she drew a chair and sat down, "What is so different from steak and sushi?"

"Yeah! See? No difference!" Tae piped up.

Anya looked disbelievingly at Arissa. There was a Huge freaking difference!!

"I—Just—okay. Umm, moving on." She gave up. Taking a sip of her smoothie, she looked at the pack and started conversationally.

"As you can see, I have a huge hickey at the base of my neck."

At that, 9 pairs of eyes turned at her direction. Anya ignored it and went on, "The size of the mark is considerably larger and it's a bit sore to touch. No doubt, it was done when I was sleeping after the injection."

Comfortable, Anya reached for some fruits cut in the center of the table, while 7 pairs of guarded eyes stilled in whatever they were doing. 2 pairs were amused.

"I was deprived of the experience. That sensation was robbed." Anya popped a grape in her mouth and looked at the boys again, "Who was it?"

"I was out on the grounds!"

"Same"

"Me too!"

"Hmmm?" Anya smiled pleasantly, "Surely after marking me, no one is that big of a coward to not claim it?"

"Hyung did it!" Jimin pointed towards Yoongi, who choked on his food. "I found him in your room giving you the mark and I stopped him!" Jimin looked at Anya while Joon and Arissa reached out to thump the back of the choking Jaguar.

"I told him, you would agree even if you were conscious, for him to just wait! But he said being around you when you are awake is pretty self control damaging for him. That's why he has been avoiding you of late!" swinging his head at the now coughing and sputtering Yoongi he shook his head sad, "I am sorry Hyung, but she asked. You know I had to tell her."

"You mutated white earthworm!!"

"Yoongi." Anya cut in, "Did you?"

"What???" Yoongi shook his head, "That Cobra did!"

"Oh Hyung." Jimin made a sad face as he shook his head, "Is that the best you can do? Shuttle back the blame to me?"

Yoongi gaped at him.

Jin hid a smile as did Arissa. Anya managed to keep her lips from twitching.

It was clear for all to know who the mischief maker was.

"Speaking of which." Anya looked at Jin. Jin smiled at her.

"Lets talk about yesterday."

The smile comically dropped fast from his lips, them flattening out from its curve. He jerked up in his seat and looked nervously at Joon, then at the empty seat of Suhan.

"Ah that sneaky bastard!" he muttered when he understood why the human had been overly enthusiastic in his departure when he saw Jungkook's reaction.

"Did you enjoy my torment Eagle? Making me that frustrated? Making me almost sob?"

Jin shook his head but Anya looked beside him and said, "Oh Wolfie, where do you think you are going?" she smiled splendidly at Joon, "Take a seat sweetie. Do you want some herbal tea?"

Joon winced at that, keeping his head low, he dutifully sat back down. His attempt at escape, foiled.

Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook snickered.

Hoseok looked undecided to whether being amused at the situation or worried for his brother would be more appropriate.

Yoongi, was still glaring at the Cobra, who cheerfully ignored him.

"Now don't go anywhere okay? The sweet, sweet gesture for you to go out of your way to make me tea is something that I truly appreciated. And I intend to make my appreciation known to you, so stay back for it honey, okay?"

Joon miserably nodded.

"Lovely!" Anya clapped her hand in delight and turned back to Jin, "You taught me a lot Jin, for that, I thank you. I will make sure to expand on that knowledge and use it in the future."

She smiled at him then looked at Peter who by know had devoured most of the food.

"Can you believe it? He actually made me cry? And beg too?"

Peter looked visibly impressed and then sympathetic towards the Eagle, "Ah, well that is quite the achievement." Then he got up slightly from the chair to take out the phone, "let me just call Jackson, Choi and Joseph."

"Master." Jin stood up at that, "You know why I did it." A urgent note in his voice, a bit of pleading. His drated Vrȃg was peculiarly silent, almost as if it wasn't present at all.

The smart cowardly bugger!

Anya saintly nodded, "Of course I do."

"I never really liked what you went through!" Jin said

"And now you wont like what you will go through." Jungkook snickered again.

"Oh but I bet we will." Jimin chortled.

Taehyung shamelessly picked up his chair to join Jimin and Jungkook, reaching to snag a bowl of grapes, only for his hand to be swatted at.

Arissa picked up the bowl and glowered at him, "Don't take my snacks! There are plenty more in the kitchen!"

Joon groaned and put his head down while Jin backed away from the table of spectators, especially when Anya stood up fluidly.

"Just the preliminaries Jin, just a silly challenge." Anya took one step towards him which caused him to back up several paces.

"All you have to do is escape me. That's it. If you can get out of this room, I will stop." Then she looked around at the modern tastefully decorated room, "Oh and if any of the furniture or decorations break, its on you."

Jin whirled around to look at the room. His Vrȃg basically just disappearing and him being left by himself, he quickly grasped the fact that he needed to concentrate on.

To get out of the room.

Funny that his usually violent Vrȃg was somewhere cowering under a blanket. How and why did that happen??????????

"Ah, on time." A huffing and puffing Choi and Joseph entered the pit with Jackson close behind.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I am mostly more interested in Joonie. I get what you did, but his actions were," She turned back at the miserable figure of the buff and handsome Namjoon picking at the table, "pleasantly surprising."

Joon winced again.

Without giving a warning, Anya attacked Jin with a kick aimed at his groin.

Eyes wide and choking in disbelieve, Jin instinctively held his ankle and tried to flip her leg. Only for Anya to twist her body and kick him square in his chest with the other leg.

Jin stumbled back on the black low cupboard. A crystal figurine of Swan placed over the counter wobbled.

Jin reached out to steady it while he fielded another attack, this too aimed at his groin.

Wildly clutching the Crystal figurine in one hand, he dodged the attack and leapt to catch a Ming vase about to fall on the floor. Then he rolled over when Anya stamped on the ground between his legs.

His hands full of things, Jin looked urgently from one side to the next and made a dash for the opposite door, only to be jerked by his collar and sent crashing to floor.

The poor Eagle still managed to keep both the Vase and the Swan lifted above his body even when he sprawled rather inelegantly on the floor.

"This is gold!" Choi rubbed his hands.

"Her posture is stiff though." Joseph remarked.

"Don't." Tae turned to look at the older man and said very, very seriously, "Please don't. You have no idea how very insulting it is for the man being thoroughly thrashed to be hearing how much LACKING his merciless attacker is. Trust me, I know."

Tae still shivered at the memory of Suhan calling out his sister who at that time was making him understand how much of a delicate touch me not princess he was in comparison.

"Ah, if only one kick connects," Jungkook sadly shook his head as he watched his Hyung crawl to get away from the fast attacked solely focused on his manhood.

"Look at the bright side then," Hoseok had decided to enjoy rather than worry about his brother. He had, after all, warned them to not underestimate her, "If even one kick connects, at least he wont have to go through the struggle and torture of imagining what would happen if his Vrȃg's lust breaks through."

Jimin laughed, "He wont have any equipment to perform with!"

"WHY THE HELL ARE THERE SO MANY DAMN DECORATIONS IN HERE???? IS THIS A HOUSE OR A MUESEUM??????????"

Jin's desperate shout as he caught yet another crystal decoration and turn around at her attack made everyone one, inversely, laugh.

The kick landed on his butt, and he went sliding on the floor like a puck in ice hockey, miraculously making sure that the objects were unbroken.

That's it. I need to fly away. Literally!

Jin somehow managed to put the objects on the floor and jump over the sofa, running around it. still, Anya was fast, right behind him. Jin scooped up the pillows and threw it at her to cause her to slow down, but she skillfully dodged it.

"You know I grew up with a brother who loved fighting, right?" Anya charged again.

Blanking out, Jin simply transformed.

And THAT turned out to be a bigger mistake.

He had forgotten that he was still clothed! Even though the pants fell away, the massive Black Eagle became completely entangled in the shirt his human form was wearing.

The Eagle screeched loudly as it tried to flap its wings or even see, but it just blindly danced around on the spot, the white shirt wrapped around its body and head, making it catch its foot on the carpet and fall splat on the floor.

Anya reached down to grab a few tail feathers, and then pulled hard.

With a HUGE screaming screech, the Eagle madly ran around the floor as its feather came out, dashing around blindly like a headless chicken, wanting to get away.

Only for it to slam hard on the wall, the shirt still wrapped around it, and fell down with a loud moan.

Choi almost choked on an apple slice, While Jungkook fell down with Jimin on the floor laughing hard enough that wheezes stared coming from his chest.

Yoongi was involuntarily laughing so hard that he was almost slumped on Hobi's lap, who himself was trying to breathe through his spasming lungs.

Arissa said, "I almost feel sorry for him."

That made Yoongi sit up, "What about me??? try to feel sorry for me the next time you go on a psychotic spree!"

Arissa speared her eyes at him, "There. Will. Be. A. Next. Time??????"

Yoongi wisely turned away and picked up a horrified Taehyung from the floor, who was laughing and terrified at the same time, "Where is his Vrȃg?" he whispered

"Vanis-vanis-vanished!" Hobi stuttered in between his chortles.

Only Namjoon still bit his lips miserably, no amount of humour in his frame.

The Eagle screeched and clawed and danced on the floor, running around in circles with Anya laughing at it. then somehow it managed to run towards the glass sliding doors leading to the ground.

Unfortunately, it banged hard on one, but managed to gather his poor battered body and scream as it ran out to the grounds, the security guards jumping out of the way to see a cloth wrapped form of a massive 4 ft predator bird, running straight at full speed to slam brutally hard yet again, on the base of the fountain.

For once, it just slumped there. Not moving.

At least he was out of the bloody room!

"Now then." Anya turned towards Joon, who without any prompt stood up.

"Lovely to see you so cooperative." Anya walked towards him, "I want you to strip and transform right now."

The bodies on the floor somehow gripped themselves and sat back up, rubbing their eyes and wheezing, while Joon looked puzzled, "Transform?"

Nodding, Anya picked up the bag that Arissa had laid beside her when she had come to the table. It contained all the items she had wanted.

"I am going to tranq you. Just like you drugged me." Anya said in a matter-of-fact tone while she rummaged inside the bag, looking at the items she had wanted, and checking them out without lifting them up.

Ever the curious pair, Jimin and Jungkook scrambled to peek inside from both side.

Their eyes rounded and a big O formed on their lips. They lifted their face to Joonie, their face extremely, extremely sympathetic. Jimin mouthed to Joon, "Fighting."

Joon started shedding his clothes, his eyes still on his Master.

Yoongi bit his lips as he remembered something. In the auction house, after the ceremony, she had answered the way she could punish them. He seriously suspected he was going to see it come true now.

Once Joon transformed into his Grey Wolf, Anya smiled at him and lifted a tranq dart, "You are so very proud of your animal form, are you not Joon? Of course, it is understandable. After all, you are as beautiful and majestic as you are deadly. 4 times the size of any normal wolf with that luxurious fur, you really should take pride in your form."

The Wolf looked wary as it regarded her.

Anya bent down and very gently pricked him with the tranq dart, "I promise you, I will make you even more unique."

Leaving the dark in place, she reached out for the bag and then sat cross legged in front of him.

The tranquilizer was extremely fast acting, and Joon dozzily sat back on the floor, trying to see what the bag contained as she upturned the entire contents beside her on the floor.

Out came scissors, trimmer, bleach, purple, green, blue, yellow, orange, black hair colour, and many more accessories.

The Wolf looked alarmed as it tried to back away from the cackling laughter of its Master.

"I, am going to give you a makeover!" Anya said.

That was the last thing the poor Wolf heard.

25 MINUTES LATER :

Anya was still busily sniping away at the fur, trimming it in places and bleaching the fur with hybrid and animal friendly bleach. She had already applied green color on the Wolf's ear after bleaching it.

The hybrids stood around her, Horrified.

Even Seokjin was wincing as he saw the proceedings from outside the room through the glass, glad for his own punishment. Incomplete though it may had been.

Anya shook a bottle of spray vigorously and drew a line of orange in the body of the Wolf, his Fur trimmed so close to his skin, that he looked like a mutated naked dog. A highly strange and weird one at that.

"Go with orange around his snout!" Ari recommended.

"You think so?" Anya nodded and picked up the orange.

Jimin inched closer to Yoongi and whispered, "Were you certain that we were the curse? And not the other way around?"

Yoongi was still open mouthed by what was going on, "Maybe the analogy was off."

Jimin scoffed, "You think???"

Jungkook bent down near Anya, "Master, use the purple here, Hyung will look great with it!"

Yoongi shook his head as Hobi clustered forward to say, "If we are going to compare us possessing this family as a demon does a human," He gulped, "Might be good to consider maybe we somehow, mistakenly possessed the Devil himself."

"No no, leave that tuft of fur as it is, I want to cut all around it to make it stand out. Like a pony. Pink! I'll go with pink!!"

Taehyung shook his head, "Poor Namjoonie Hyung."

Others all nodded.

Poor him indeed.

2 HOURS LATER :

The Wolf was standing before the mirror, numb, dazed and disoriented, as he looked at himself.

His fur was all gone, except for at random places where it jutted out and was tied with a rubber band, the color of each tuft of pony a veritable rainbow shade.

His ears were Green, his snout orange, his head pink and his belly and back purple.

Joon transformed back to his human form, finding absolutely no change in it. He changed back again to see a mutated form of a pathetic horror film worthy clownish animal. A cross between a unicorn, a dog and the tooth fairy.

Joon changed back again and groaned.

He was NEVER going to listen to Seokjin again when it came to Master.

But then, he smiled.

This, what he had received had been a punishment. His Vrȃg warmly smiled too.

In a life where the word punishment translated to abuse, pain, blood, broken bones, screams or rape, this was it meant now.

Something that made his brothers laugh, something that gifted him with memories, immortalised with the happy times he shared with his family. Something, that would become so much more precious as time passed.

He changed back again and looked at the weird and strange creature he was resembling. If this was her idea of punishing him with his transgressions, then he would gladly misbehave with her for a lifetime.

And beyond life too.

His Vrâg roared at that. It agreed.

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LEE DONG WOOK :

The handsome man looked at the laptop, calculating the loss without any hope of recovery. The amount of fortune it was needed to persuade the suppliers to betray Anya had been massive, and the hit he had taken without the profit from the future was a gaping hole in his fortune.

But that did not piss him off much.

The problem was, that someone was weaselling away more of his fortune from his secured assets under pseudo names, and spreading misinformation and doubts about his company and his mental stability in the market.

The change had been so slow and gradual that he had not noticed it, but he was fast losing his fortune with the crashing share prices as more and more people believed it.

Lee couldn't help but notice the artistry behind the lies, so carefully worded and intricate in its misleading facts, with half-truths and carefully shieled lies, that even Lee almost believed them.

Such manipulation would only be possible by Anya.

But the execution. That left him confused. The execution was sloppy, not smooth enough. If it had been Anya, he would not have even noticed the damage till it was too late.

Although, paradoxically, it did not help him.

The method was so random that he could not find the culprit and the lies so seductive, that he could not stop them.

Suhan.

Lee smiled at that. This was his plan. He had undoubtedly made someone else his puppet, making sure they did the job for him in their way.

Lee closed the laptop.

He had known there was a risk when playing this game, but he had wanted to take it. After all, he knew he was playing with the beautiful Angel of destruction. He had nothing to lose.

So he took a bold step.

He called his friend. The cellphone rang twice before it was answered.

"Lee. Fancy you calling me."

Lee laughed at that, "I surprised you?"

A low masculine chuckle, "I expected your call sooner."

Lee was not surprised, if there was someone on this earth who wore the skin of a human to shield his true form from the others, his devil, it would be this man.

"We need to talk Suhan."

"I am impressed you think I care."

Closing his eyes, Lee grit out, "I know you since you were 9 Suhan. Award our association, those years with a bit more feelings. I have never been untrue as your mentor."

"The second you came after my sister, all those ties were snapped away." A pause, "You should know better than the rest, I don't fuck around when it comes to my family." His voice was hard.

"I want your sister."

The line on the other side went silent.

Lee sighed. If it had come to this, then he would bare it all. As he knew, he had nothing to lose.

"I was entrenched in my fascination to your sister when she was 9 Suhan."

"You were 24 at that time you bastard!"

"I know. But it wasn't sexual. Her eyes, those Azure eyes captivated me, as did her smile. She has always happy in the social engagement, but that smile never reached her eyes. I saw her so many times, she was a beautiful child. Somehow, seeing her made me happy even though I knew she faked the pleasure.

But as time passed, she became happier, her smile turned genuine. Anya was always so matured for her age. By the time her puberty hit, she had already graduated high school. Do you blame me Suhan? She was the reason I did not marry. I wanted to wait for her.

I fell hopelessly in love with her."

The line was silent.

"The more time went, I hoped she would develop a crush on me. But she did not. Instead her first glimmer of crush was on that insolent stupid man! That night, I lost it Suhan. I realized that I needed her. I did not care if she liked it or not. I kept trying."

Suhan did not speak.

"That night, I got into the car accident. You remember? I was operated on. What I never told you was that a shard of my bone from my inner skull lodged in a place in my brain which was inoperable. The shard keeps edging closer and closer, and I was warned, one day, it will cause me to die. There is no cure. I'll simply drop dead."

Lee wanted Suhan to speak, but he still did not.

"My headaches have gotten worse. The doctors said the shard is close to taking my life. I don't know how many days I have left. That is why I made this desperate bid.

Please friend, show some sympathy to a dying person. Just let your sister know. All I want is to date her for a few nights, to hold her close. To have her body next to me on my bed. For the time I have left, let me have your sister. Please. I wont hurt her."

"Lee Dong Wook."

Lee was suddenly disoriented. That menacingly dark voice was not of Suhan.

"In your life, in this moment, I am granting you a wish. Your unspoken wish." The voice continued

"Who is this? Suhan??"

"You will not die due to the shard." Another silken voice spoke, resonating with a deep danger so extreme, that chills went down Lee's spine.

"Your death, will be my gift to you. And it will be soon." The voice continued.

"Till then, enjoy the downfall of every small thing associated with you." The first voice said.

Lee blinked, not understanding anything, until he heard the familiar mocking laughter of Suhan. This time, his friend spoke, "You want my sister? Go for it friend. This time I will not stop you."

A pause.

"They will."

Then the line went dead.

Lee looked at his phone in a daze. The voices, those voices carried the same amount insane darkness as Suhan's. the same amount of arrogance, entitlement. Confidence.

But most importantly, they were someone admired by Suhan. He could hear it in his voice.

People who were close to Anya.

People that Suhan, let take over.

Goosebumps raised on his skin as a dark premonition hit him.

Perhaps, dying the way he was, had been a boon. A boon, which he felt, was shattered now.

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OFFICE

ANYA :

Anya was close to screaming long and loud. She was trying to fight that temptation as she chewed the inside of her lips in anger, her eyes fixed on the information displayed on her 2 screens while she talked with Sheikh Khalid.

Her voice although, was the epitome of serene, not betraying her emotions, "I know Sheikh. As soon as I come up with any designs, I shall reach out."

"The coronation will be in the next month, may I urge you to put this in priority? As a favour?" his deep voice was cultured, the English accented.

"You don't have to. I would hate to provide you with commercial designs. My aim is to make it exclusive and unique. Which is why I am not rushing as of yet, I am a bit held up in my personal life." Anya clicked on the next screen, scanning the priority problems from the New York headquarters, going through the problems of the shipment issue and scratches found of 56 emerald in the designs.

"Anything I can help you with? You do realize that more than a client, I aspire to be a family friend."

Anya paused. The offer, was good, "As of yet, I do have everything under control Sheikh, but I will be keeping your offer in the forefront of my mind."

A pause, then the sheikh replied, "I'll talk to Suhan later on."

"Of course. And I will inform you about any line I come up with."

"Thank you, as you know, the ceremony will draw worldwide audience. I want my sister to only be decked by you. It will also be beneficial for you."

Anya rolled her eyes, as if she needed the publicity. One word of a new design and orders would pile up even before the designs were unveiled.

A chuckle down the line, "Although I know how very pointless it is." Khalid said in a rueful tone.

Anya laughed at that, "Glad I did not have to point it out."

A deep masculine laugh, "I sometimes wondered if any man can tame you, Anya."

Anya lifted an eyebrow, "Are you offering Sheikh?"

Another chuckle, "I am one of the names just below yours on the list of influential names of the world Anya. I pulled my country to this modern times and made it flourish in a manner that it sits pretty in this world map, shinning like a precious gem with its wealthy and rich heritage and oil. You think all of this was possible without exercising my intelligence?"

Anya smiled.

"Even if I want to, I know what I can make possible and what I am too much of a fool to try. You are someone who wont bow for me. You will not submit."

"Should I have to?" Anya flirted back.

"Careful, don't make me dream. Underneath my crown, I am still just a man."

Anya laughed again. Khalid was someone who she truly respected and admired. "I'll get back to you with the designs soon."

"Shukran Lak."

"You are always welcome." Anya cut the call and sighed again, her temper rising as she focused on the report in front of her.

She had nipped in the office just to take care of the distribution and snags related to the worldwide distribution to the stores and personal clientele related to the Empress Constellation. She had hoped she would sort out all the major issues and be on her way back home in just 2 hours.

But that was NOT the case.

Why?

Because there was NO ONE around her to assist her! No PA, No executive PA, no Marketing Head, No Branch Coordinator, No Administrative Assistant, No Account manager.

She was the boss, and her employees, who SHOULD be providing her with the information were NOT here. She was left to do the job alone.

The reason for the situation could be summarised in one pretty word.

Jimin.

Anya breathed out harshly through her mouth, annoyed and irritated with the way her whole goddamn office had gone absolutely nuts over the snake hybrid.

Only if they KNEW he was a venomous snake hybrid, then the affect would have been different!

She thought snarkily. But then thinking about his effect, she doubted even THAT would keep in the tide of craze that had swept through her staff.

She had severely underestimated the magnetism he had spread in her office yesterday when she had remained home. Suhan had been so right. That man had catered to every person's psychology, changing his behaviour to suit their type.

He was flirty with some, cold with others, arrogant and princely with some, seductively sexy for others. His flirtations did not stop, neither did the amount of people, both men and women, who were blinded by his sexual aura.

By the time Anya had arrived to check out the progress of the shoot, she was astounded by the amount of people stuffed in the wide studio. Jimin stood staring at the make up artist styling his hair, blushing profusely at his unblinking stare while others formed a circle around them, ooh and aahing at the luck of the make up artist.

The photographers never stopped shooting, taking picture after picture, undoubtedly for their own personal collection.

And the other half of the unnecessary population were simpering over the cold and confident haughtiness of Seokjin and Hoesok. Their tall frames clothed stylishly in the fits, but curiously, several buttons were undone, right up until their navel.

The glimpse of their rock hard abs underneath the professional suit, with their hair swept back and cool gaze was making tittering idiots of individuals way above their 30s.

Anya had focused back on Jimin, to find him drawing men and women to him naturally, Like a changing Filter, adapting to the opposite person in a manner that snagged their attention, then mesmerised them so thoroughly, that it was clear to any onlooker, the very moment they fell in love.

Anya had smiled and shaken her head at the scene, very amused.

To the people, he was flirting and charming them. Being a star in their night sky.

While Jimin, was actually experimenting on them. Coldly and calculatedly learning what made them tick, understanding different human psyche, practicing his skills on reading them. And bring them to their heel with nothing more than a smile.

He was learning how to seduce without touching.

He was learning how to make them fall to their feet before him, without lifting a hand.

Her Cobra was indeed lethal. An attack from a calm and observant individual would never surprise an opponent. But a strike from a bewitching charmer whom one was mesmerized with, would leave anyone wide open to an attack.

And Jimin, was mastering that move.

Anya had left to complete her work, smiling with pride all the way.

That smile did not remain long now, did it???????

No it didn't! Soon she found out that her staff were legitimately falling for him. Every two seconds later different executive staff came to ask about his breed, sing praises about his features, ask her to let them talk with him.

The photographer had delivered hundred prints till second, still processing more. Apparently, Suhan's suggestion of dyeing his hair black and wearing contacts had been a huge success.

So much so, that Anya, was left grappling with her work alone, unless she wanted to hear Jimin Jimin Jimin Jimin Jimin like the incessant buzzing of a mosquito around her.

Groaning she banged her head on her forearms on the desk.

"Stupid enthralling snake!!" she muttered to herself.

"Master?" Hobi's voice made her peek from between the gap in her arms, seeing the Python confidently striding in the open door and then closing it.

His buttons, were still open.

"What??? The adoration of the top minds of Korean business industry sticking to you like flies on honey was not enough for you? You want mine too??"

Hobi laughed as he walked towards her, rounding the desk, he comfortably seated himself on the desk, right beside her resting head.

"You do know there are chairs in front of my desk where people normally sit?" Anya drolly said.

Hobi drew a finger down her spine, "I don't believe I fall in the category of people in either sense of species or in your life." Bending down he placed a kiss at her back "Why then, should I conform to what they normally do?"

Anya buried her head again, "Don't try to charm me you snake. Go back to your worshipping fans."

"Ah but I am bored by them pandering to me. Might I say, I am disappointed at their weak will. One glance at this hot body and they are done for."

Anya scoffed disbelievingly. It was hard for her to recollect this was the same insecure slave hybrid she had purchased who thought him sitting on the ground with his head down was the only way to live.

"Then cover up that hot body" Anya sweetly bitched.

"But I want you to look at me."

"Not interested." Her voice was muffled.

Hoseok chuckled and whispered in her ear, "You are very interested, but oh so afraid."

"Keep making fantasies in your head. It's a good exercise and excuse to at least use your brain." Anya stiffly said with much austerity and indifference.

Hoseok's deep voice vibrated with lust, "Your deepening sweet arousal says otherwise. Or will you claim my nose is playing tricks on me?"

Abruptly she sat up straight and brushed away the non existent wrinkles from her desk. Putting on a professional face she coolly looked at him, "You are imagining things. Now then, did you wish to speak to me about something?"

A small playful smile played on his lips, but he let the matter go. He placed the large black folder he was carrying on the desk before her.

She had seen Seokjin working on it yesterday.

"What is this?"

"See it for yourself first."

"If these are your shots then I am NOT seeing them. Living with you drives me crazy enough and I am not a masochist to torture myself with specifically posed shots of you looking in the lens with that brooding sexy expression meant to drive anyone—"

Hobi kissed her softly.

He enjoyed the surprised gasp as much as the burst of flavour in his mouth. He moaned low as his lips sipped from hers. She was an addiction he could drown in forever.

But he broke the kiss. What he wanted to show her was important. To them, mostly.

Placing a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose, he whispered, "Open it?"

Anya pouted cutely at the discontinuation of something she was enjoying but did as she was asked. Only to pause and become stunned.

She looked back at him, seeing that he was nervous, his smile anxious and awkward.

"You did this?" she asked.

Hobi shook his head but climbed down the desk to put some distance between them as he launched into a clearly practiced and memorised explanation.

"You said the other night that you have to launch an exclusive Line but are procrastinating after which the work load will increase due to the time it would take for you to make the designs, then think of the right stones, within the budget you want. You said there might be a short period of time you wont be coming home to, just like that period where you only came home to sleep."

Hobi bashfully looked down as his voice lowered a bit.

"We hated that. We did not want you to repeat it, so . . . we started to educate ourselves more and more about the way you worked. We asked Suhan and Adora helped to."

Hobi nodded towards the folder.

"Jungkook, Tae, Jimin and me came up with the designs. Jin hyung and Joon helped with the selection of stones and the way it could be styled, or some designs that could be merged. They modified a lot too. Yoongi hyung set the budget and studied up the stones or materials that were needed. He has a natural aptitude for it. He worked on the designs to finalize the materials needed and the gems that can be used within range to maximize the profit.

But yes, the first person to propose this was me. The thought of making unique and exquisite jewellery worthy to be worn by a Goddess like you is what was playing in my mind. That idea coincided with our needs."

Pausing, he murmured  "The desire to make jewellery for you became a drilling need. I wanted to help you, yes. But I was-- was too happy about it. Like it was my own wish."

Taking a deep breath, "We just hope you can base your ideas off this and use this as raw material. If that happens, then you wont have to work long hours. You'll be home early."

Anya was stunned. She really could not speak.

Without answering him back, she turned back to the designs. Trained as she was, her eyes appraised each sketch with a professional critical eye, with no feelings involved.

Flipping through the folder, she was filled with an escalating amount of sheer disbelief.

Each piece was exquisite.

The designs were delicate and whimsy, the patterns beautiful enough to be believed as the ornaments of Gods.

Bracelets were designed as delicate twine and vines, necklaces as a layer of raindrops, anklets so feminine and dainty that its beauty was beyond definitions.

But it did not stop there, whimsical body chains, so fine with multiple layers embedded with tiny stones, pearls, that it would be criminal to wear anything to cover it. The chains as simple as a necklace bisecting into a thin weave and wrapping around below the navel, to elaborate crisscross of platinum, wrapping the body in gossamer webs, caressing around the breasts and hooking to lovely piercing on the nipple, falling like a waterfall of a queen over the feminine silhouette.

Navel rings, waist chains, arm jewellery, brooch for men, rings, pendants, tiara, chains and jewellery for men were included too.

Each stone was set in a way that the centrepiece was highlighted while tiny gems dotted the rest, reinforcing its dainty magnificence.

Each design was unique, the idea new and fresh.

Even though it needed some twerks, the project of ALL the included designs were royally spectacular.

She kept the folder in front of her and blankly stared at it, her mind completely blown to smithereens.

"You don't like it?" Hoseok said anxiously, "Well, this was just our first attempt, we can try more, we discarded so many ideas. Can you give us more time? Please?" he came closer to her, "We really don't want you to be gone that long. We'll try again. I—" he inhaled.

There was salt in the air.

Tentatively, he touched her shoulder, "Master?"

Anya bowed her head, her mind spinning with ideas, while at the same time, stagnated at their calibre.

Hobi knelt beside her, turning her chair towards him. He peered around her to look at her eyes, "Master?"

Anya raised her eyes to his, making him sharply inhale. Before he could articulate, she put a gentle finger on his lips.

Swallowing repeatedly, with unshed tears glistening in her eyes, she let him see the sincerity behind the words she haltingly said.

"I. . . am so . . . so . . . very PROUD . . . of you."

Hobi's pupil dilated, as tears sprang in his eyes. Something in his chest loosened and at the same time swelling and tightened massively. His throat constricted at the naked truth he saw shinning in her face.

In his worthless life, in his cursed wretched existence designed to be a endless pit of pathetic suffering for him and nonsensical headache for her, HE had done something to make her PROUD of HIM.

Proud of him.

His tears spilled over from his eyes as his face crumpled.

Proud.

She was proud of him.

Not for any sexual skill he had been trained to do. Not for taking pain like a good little slave. Not for knowing his place as garbage.

No.

She was proud of him for something that she did for a living.

A skill that humans studied for, that they lived for.

But even beyond that, SOMEONE, SOMEONE in this world was proud of him.

For the first time.

But more than that, SHE was PROUD of him. This thought burned through his body, a very distant part of him falling down and crying.

Proud. Felt like a deep, deep wish coming true.

A sob escaped him, as he spoke through his tears, "You . . . Are" he gulped as another sob tore from him, "Truth? Truly? I made you proud? I?"

Anya reached forward to wrap her arms around him, pulling her close to her, making him rest his face on her bosom. She soothed his back as she whispered.

"YOU made me proud Hobi. And not just because of your attempt. Trust me when I say even professionals cannot come up with something as beautiful as what you all made." She hugged him closer as another sob came from him.

"I am so, so, so very proud of you."

Hoseok buried his face closer, his arms going around her. She had NO idea what it meant to him. How much it meant to him. To be a snake hybrid meant double the torture, triple the humiliation than that of any other hybrid. In a life of just blood and slurs, he did not feel he had anything in him worth his own name.

He felt if his slave skills were taken away, he would just be another nameless faceless hybrid. No point separating him from the next. Nothing special at all. Nothing that made his name Hoseok unique.

But today, she gave him that meaning again.

Again, she rescued him from a thought, he did not even know he had formed of himself.

His Vrâg silently pushed as close to the surface as it could, beseeching him to let it feel the warmth too. And he allowed it. It basked at the quiet but strong love that pulsed from her, that happiness she unknowingly showered him with.

His bonded, his human was his center, its gravity.

Hobi pushed the Vrâg down as he gathered himself and pulled away from her. Anya gently wiped his tears with her fingers, cupping his face. She looked down his handsome face, just taking in the gift that he was, to her.

The softly, she brushed her lips over his, kissing him. Loving him.

Hobi closed his eyes as he felt every stroke, every small warm breath on his skin. He absorbed the love.

He learnt, that a kiss between two souls bound in love could generate a waterfall of emotions. A simple brush of her soft lips on his cold ones, could mean infinitely more than the random sex he was forced to participate in with multiple humans.

His Vrâg too, absorbed the knowledge.

Anya looked at him, "Thank you." She said. Then she let him go and turned around the table.

Hoseok still sat on his knees as he stabilised himself and watched Anya swiftly take a sheet of white paper and start writing something on it.

Curiously, he peered over her shoulder. She was writing the reason he had just told, that compelled them to make the designs, writing every detail of their roles accurately, verbatim.

Then she grabbed the designs and critically went through them, making side notes and points about things that could be added and changed. In some designs, she swiftly sketched a modified version.

It took about 35 minutes for her to complete her notes, her concentration acute and Hoseok watched her, observing her, learning her. Learning from her.

Once completed, she gathered the pages and arranged it the way it was, adding the note of his explanation that she had written on the top of the pile. Zipping it back again in the black folder, she turned to him.

"Suhan and Adora are still in the photoshoot?"

Hobi nodded.

"Okay, lets go." She stood up and extended her hands. Grabbing her small ones, they exited her office to go to the studio.

The trip to the Studio was silent one. As soon as they entered it, Anya made a beeline for Adora, who was just wrapping up the last few shoots with the photographers.

She simply held her arm and dragged the girl, who had been mid conversation, but, habituated enough that she just raised her voice to complete her sentence, going with the flow.

Anya dragged her to where Suhan was working on a laptop.

Then, she simply handed over the folder.

Suhan and Adora looked at her questioningly, but quietly opened the folder and quickly read through the note, smiling at the cute explanation.

Anya just waited.

As soon as they saw the designs, their smile dropped.

Suhan closed the laptop with one hand while Adora sat down on her knees.

For 10 minutes, the duo just went through it.

Anya looked over. Hobi had joined Jin and Jimin, and was speaking to them. Their expressions were turning from bored to excited. Guess he was catching them up on how she had reacted.

"Fuck me right left and center! Your hybrids MADE this????"

Adora's voice had her looking back at them. Nodding once, she raised one brow and smiled.

Suhan stood up, "You have the same thoughts as mine?"

Anya nodded.

"Okay. I'll get our Chief designer. I'll leave a little after the hour. We'll discuss the possibility after I see if your modifications can be implemented at the base level cost." Suhan looked back at Adora. "Wrap this up and come straight to my room. Snag our Jewel grader too,"

"On it."

Suhan absently kissed Anya's forehead and strode out, his mind still on the designs.

Anya felt deliriously happy, if what she and Suhan were thinking could work out, then it would be a massive step closer to her goal WAY before time.

So lost was she in her thoughts, that she was visibly startled when one of the photographer approached her.

"Anya? Hi! Did you see these shots?"

Saying so she thrust a bunch of the shoot pictures in her hand.

Accidentally, she saw the first two.

The first one made her heart stop.

While the second one launched it into a full trip gallop.

That tongue!

He knew just how to strike a flame with just one glance.

Breaking out of that trance, Anya hurriedly shoved the rest back at the photographer, wanting to maintain her sanity, "Its fine. I see them everyday in my life." She lamely reassured the bouncing professional.

At that, the photographer hesitated a bit. Anya properly looked at her, then.

She was the one who was moaning out Jin's name!

Then wildly blushed when she recollected why and how she knew it.

"I completely understand why you decided to use them as models." Knowing nothing of Anya's turmoil, the woman murmured as her gaze remained fixed on Jin "Its almost criminal to not share this beauty."

Anya's lips twitched at the heavy level of longing in the words.

"You don't even remain here. You allow them the freedom to converse or flirt with everyone. Are you not afraid that they might touch someone? Or do you like if it happens? Or have you trained them that well that you know they wont touch?"

Suppressing her smile, Anya replied with a vague response, "Something like that."

The woman bit her lips, and then asked again, "Hybrids are meant to make humans proud by pleasuring or obeying the ones their Master commands them to. May I ask who your circle of friends are that have the privilege? Can I be included?"

Anya shook her head slightly.

Biting her lips, she yet again asked, "What if someone touches them? Or, you know, gets a little involved. With their consent, naturally. What then? Hypothetically."

Anya seductively replied, "Then they will suddenly wake up in their beds and find themselves without hands, tongue, eyes or feet." After a pause, she added, "Hypothetically."

Wide eyed, the photographer gulped. Then rapidly nodded. "Yes, yes. Of course. Absolutely right. I get you. Yep, that is what it should be." Looking back she backed away and said in a high pitch, "I should pack up the shoot. Right?"

Anya let her smile bloom. Regally, she inclined her head.

As the woman retreated, Anya laughed a little. Shaking her head she looked to where her men stood, only to find them looking at her and laughing.

Smile spreading wide on her face, she shrugged at them.

They weren't the only one who were insanely possessive it would seem.

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HOME :

ANYA :

"Jungkook has been outside since I completed my lesson with him." Arissa said as she fixed up her make up and saw her reflection critically before nodding her satisfaction.

"He skipped his physical training?" Anya asked as she lay down on Arissa's bed watching her get ready.

Anya had thankfully been able to complete her work, after which she rushed back home without getting the three hybrids who were chatting up a storm wooing her employees. She was afraid they were enjoying this power they had, to control human lust, a little too much.

They kept practicing to excel more, liking that they had the control of the situation.

Anya had no wish to wad in the pool of crowd to get them from the middle. Plus, that would delay her coming back. They were welcome to arrive with her brother.

"Do you blame him? Out of all the seven, he is by far the only one who has defeated Peter and Jackson multiple times now. That boy is brilliant. He can take a few days off mainly because he needs to be trained by Suhan or You now." Arissa tied a sash on her long evening gown.

Huh?

Say what?

Anya pondered over it. "Oh the cheeky Panther. He never fought with me, so I have no idea of his progress."

Arissa looked at her via her mirror, "Ever wondered why?"

What she meant was, did Jungkook not fight because he genuinely thought she was right, or was it more because he did not want her to find out about the true extent of his skills.

"That's ridiculous. Why would he want to hide that from me?"

Arissa went to her safe and opened it. Standing there she looked into the several diamond and other jewellery stored. She shrugged in response as she selected what she wanted to wear.

"Maybe HE did not." She replied.

Anya sat up on the bed, "His Vrâg is one of the two who has submitted to me."

Arissa selected a pair pf pink diamond earrings and the matching single rope necklace and ring, "You think a Vrâg that acknowledges you as Master is no threat? Honey, it means that the Vrâg will want to always find a way to be around you. Now the synergy of your ownership will no doubt want to make him serve, but do have a care. It would also indicate his want, that constant adoration from you in an unnatural, obsessed and abnormal way. That leaves you with a hybrid who would manipulate you constantly to get it."

She put on the jewellery and the turned to Anya, "The ones he loves, he likes to get playful with. Soft, loving, gentle. These are the words he loves. You and me, but especially you. Has he ever behaved in front of you in ANY way besides cute and adorable?"

Anya shook her head.

Smiling, Arissa said, "A Code Vrâg Panther hybrid trained to be a sex slave, with a quick mind and savage strength has a base personality as SOFT? Does it make sense?"

Anya blinked up, but Arissa bulldozed over, "He may be shy, he may be an introvert. But in NO way, NO dimension is he a submissive personality. Yet, that is exactly he is with you. And in return, he holds the softest spot in your heart." Arissa laughed suddenly.

"Ah I am reminded back to when Suhan got completely unstable when he was 13. His darkness, his behaviour and his urges were violent enough to scare your Uncle and parents. But there he would always turn up with pouting lips, big eyes and the most wounded voice in front of me, constantly attempting to make sure that I would not believe the actual truth about him from others. Because he did not want to lose the way I hugged him."

Anya smiled at that memory, "And you saw right through it."

Arissa looked at her, "Of course I did. A mother always does."

Anya nodded in complete agreement at that. But then asked, "He is not what he is showing me to be?"

Arissa smiled, "At all."

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GROUNDS :

After seeing Arissa off with Choi for their Friend's daughter's marriage, Anya went to search for her Panther. Now that Arissa had pointed it out to her, a lot more facts surfaced up to support that observation.

Facts, that Anya had puzzled over, but dismissed.

The hectic way her life was moving with multiple fronts needing tending to left her with little energy to uncover a flawless manipulation from the ones closest to her.

Anya looked around for the Panther, knowing that when outside, he preferred to be in his animal form. Honestly though, Anya was weirdly proud of the way Jungkook behaved. It meant that he was not as gullible or easy to ever fool.

In fact, if the suspicions formed were correct, then he might just be the most cunning of them all.

A growl made her turn towards the gardens. The Panther was running in full speed, to greet her unexpected early presence.

Feeling playful, Anya turned back and ran.

A confused sound came from the Panther, but she laughed as she ran. That sound spurred him on as the Panther started chasing her, chuffing happily at the game.

He quickly reached her, but Anya suddenly dropped to the ground, causing the Panther to slide some distance in the grass as his inertia carried him when he tried to stop.

Anya rolled and jumped to other side, the Panther too did. But before it could touch her, Anya dodged and ran in the opposite direction, her laughter colouring the early evening air, floating in the breeze, making anyone who heard it smile.

The Panther was no exception.

He was delighted that his human was playing with him. He wanted to listen to the sweet melody of her happiness more.

So he playfully kept chasing her, never really wanting to actually capture her. It leapt to the side to land at her right and paw her softly, which made Anya delighted and shriek with joy. She side stepped and ran again, towards the maze.

The maze in the center had been designed by Suhan and maintained by Choi, the place laced with deadly traps, which was why it had been forbidden to the pack. But now, the hybrids had mastered its traps, making it easy to navigate without activating it.

The Panther too saw the maze up ahead and ran a little in her front, growling in warning of the danger. He remained by her side as Anya ran through the huge green walls, making sure she did not mistakenly fall in a trap while having fun.

Anya burst out in a spurt of speed to round the last wall, opening to the centre of the maze, leaving the Panther a little behind.

The centre had a beautiful glass room surrounded by small trees and flowers covering the ground. It was a small utopia detached from the world.

Anya tried to reach the glass house but the Panther did not want that. It pounced on her silently, twisting its body mid air to make sure that he fell on the ground with Anya on him.

Then he immediately turned in a way that left Anya laying on the ground on her back with him standing right above her, looking down.

Anya reached up to cup his face, her palm caressing the soft velvety fur, "Heya big guy."

Jungkook licked her palm in greeting. Then he dropped on her.

"OOF!" Anya complained at the weight, but he was careful enough to not crush her.

There lay the girl in the middle of a beautiful circular pocket of garden, completely covered by a Black Panther who lay on top of her, content, happy and nuzzling his human.

He mewled a little as he licked her throat delicately.

Anya encircled the wild predator within her arms, even though she could not completely reach his massive girth, shifting beneath the huge body to be comfortable, as she pet him softly.

Jungkook butted his head softly on the side of her face, rumbling in satisfaction on having her so near him.

The sound resonated from his chest, as his tail curled around her leg, his ears twitching then settling down.

Continuous rumbles came from the Panther as he closed his eyes and contentedly lay on top of his human, feeling happy and loved.

Anya started humming a song while she ran her fingers through his soft fur, the late evening sun shading the sky in pastel, the girl and the beast lying quietly on the grass. Both of them wrapped in each other, they let go of all the worries as the birds above them sang while returning to their home.

Instead, in that rare moment where time drew to a pause for them, they basked in the pulsating strong love they had for each other. A love that did not need words, or gesture. Just each other's presence.

After a few minutes, Jungkook transformed on top of her. Even though he was naked, he did not shift, or have any intentions which edged towards lust. His Vrâg was happy to be near his Master, all it wanted was to remain in those arms.

Jungkook pulled Anya more to his rock hard body. One of his leg entangled between hers, his arms went beneath her back to completely encircle her in his embrace as he settled his face at the base of her throat, pillowed by her curves.

Her each warm breath blew softly over his hair as he placed a sweet kiss on the spot where Jimin had given her a hickey.

"Master. My Master." He whispered against her skin, inhaling her addictive scent.

Anya speared her fingers through his soft hair, gently rubbing his delicate ears, making him purr.

"Don't ever stop loving me." He whispered again.

Anya paused for just one seconds in her actions. The words, though spoken without any inflection, still it carried with it an emotion.

Not insecurity.

But,

A warning.

Anya kept her tone light, "Why do you even entertain such absurd possibility Jungkook? Of me ever stopping?"

He kissed her neck as a reply.

"Jungkook?" she persisted, "Why would you say it so seriously?" she gently asked.

Time passed without any interruption or sound, and Anya almost thought he was not going to answer, when Jungkook spoke.

"Your love is the collar keeping me in check. If this collar is unlocked," he kissed her again, "only the colour red will dominate the humans of this world."

Anya carried on petting him, letting the words scent the air with its clanging veracity.

"As long as I breathe Jungkook, I will love you." She said simply.

Kook nodded against her, settling on her more heavily. His eyes closed, nose buried in her nook of throat, "You are my life." He too said the fact simply. It was not a declaration of love or a poetry dedicated in her name. It was, merely a fact.

An undisputed fact.

A rustling came from the maze, and Jungkook reacted immediately.

He crouched over her and turned his head in the direction, his body tense and toned, only to see Suhan emerge.

Suhan, paused on seeing him.

Not because of his nudity, or the scene. No, suhan paused, because a shaft of acute fear pierced his heart when he looked in Jungkook's eyes, making his heart thud to a stop.

He was used to seeing the Panther's eyes as big, his doe eyes innocently smiling, filled with curiosity, making him feel like an older brother taking care of his pure little brother.

His adorable laughs with his cute nose scrunch, Suhan's particular weakness.

But for the second Jungkook had looked at him, his eyes were that of a devil. Focused and alert, the predator had stabbed him with a dangerously lethal stare. His intentions of having no qualms of killing him broadcasted heavily.

Jungkook's eyes had morphed into that of an apex predator he was, a Panther in human flesh, cruelly looking at his prey, mercy, a word unknown to him.

But that had lasted for just a second. On recognising him, Jungkook's face had transformed into the innocent bunny, with big eyes and the purest smile, welcoming him back.

He transformed instantly, and came bounding up to Suhan, Playfully butting his stomach with its head, mewling to be pet.

Even though Suhan smiled and rubbed his head, his eyes landed on his sister.

He saw the glimmer of awareness in it too.

That second was all it had taken for Suhan to understand the truth.

Their Jungkookie, was not the endearing baby he acted to be.

A wicked smile slashed Suhan's face while Anya rolled her eyes on seeing it.

"That is exactly who you should be buddy" he said to the Panther, "I like it."

The panther cocked its head, looking cutely confused as its small nose twitched.

"Just ignore my sociopathic idiotic brother Kookie" Anya called from behind as she got up, "He was clearly dropped on his head way too many times in his childhood to become as demented as he is."

Suhan's laugh echoed through the air again as he shook his head, but he looked back at the Panther, "Jimin and Hoseok were curious about the bakery I love so we stopped on our way back. God knows how, but we bought 5 different types of pastries and two cakes. Wanna try them?"

By the end of his statement, Suhan was talking to thin air. The Panther had become a blur of black by the time the word pastries was uttered. All he needed was the word bakery.

Smiling ruefully at his departure Suhan looked at his sister who made her way to her side, "Seems to me you've got your plate full."

Anya snorted in an extremely unladylike manner, "THAT, is the biggest understatement of the Century."

Smiling, Suhan glanced at her, but immediately frowned and pulled her for a side hug. Her face, was twisted in an expression of unhappiness. Of sadness.

"Hey, whats wrong?"

Anya buried her face in his shirt.

She hugged him too, and then said.

"Sometimes, the silence becomes so thick, that the sound of breaking gets submerged in it." Anya let out a shaky breath, "Abuse is not meant to be a test of strength Suhan, because even if you acquire freedom, it sucks away the sweetness inherent in a person, leaving just a husk with myriads of cracks embedded in them."

She looked at her brother, her eyes dull with bitter sorrow, "And when you finally break, no one even notices."

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THE LIVING ROOM :

Anya and Suhan had their mouths open wide, their eyes rounded and fixed on the sight before them.

The second the pastries and cake were uncovered and its warm, delicious scent wafted out in the air, for absolutely no reason, all the pack's eyes became black.

The black vines on one side of their face spread in a blink of time.

Currently, the seven hybrids had jumped near the dining table, attacking the 35 pastries and 1 cake placed in the centre. Not a single word was spoken, but the Vrâgs were devouring the delicacies at a frightening speed.

Their palms had cream smeared on them, as did their nose, mouth, cheeks and even their eyebrows.

Mouth puffed up stuffed completely with pastry, eyes closed, cream and frosting on their face, they were making little rumbles while they ferociously chewed.

Then, the second the mouth was empty, their hands grabbed the next food with speed of lightning. With a speed too blurry for human eyes, in went the whole pastry inside their hungry greedy mouths.

In 3 minutes flat, they had eaten 35 of them.

Anya and Suhan stared at them, from the head of the dining table, stunned, amazed, shocked and horrified.

"I have never seen something like this." Anya whispered to her brother, her eyes fixed on Jimin reaching for the cake. He just grabbed it with his fist, and stuffed whatever came in his mouth, an expression of bliss spreading on his frosted face, his lips puckering up as the cheekies puffed up and he munched away.

"Seriously? Them eating a whole damn human, bones, organs and all did not ring a bell?" Suhan whispered back, keeping his voice whisper soft as he saw Joon and Taehyung lick their palms, making the frosting on the tips of their fingers stick to their forehead and hair.

Anya grimaced at that, "Seriously? That image was NOT required."

Suhan dumbly nodded, "Yeah, talk about extreme food palettes."

Suddenly, all the seven of them stilled and turned towards them collectively.

7 faces with yellow, white, blue, brown frosting and cream, black eyes with lines, and pink tongue licking their lips concentrated on the siblings.

Anya and Suhan both resembled statues as their eyebrows rose so high, that they were afraid it might just reach their hair line. The stare off lasted a few seconds.

Then Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook's eyes dropped to the remaining cake in front of the siblings.

Understanding what they wanted, Suhan quickly took it out of the box, then nudged his sister on her ribs, "You do it" he muttered, half afraid, half in awe.

Anya gulped and pushed the cake forward towards them.

As soon as it reached within their arm span, the cake was grabbed and chunks of it torn savagely to be gobbled by the Vrâgs who made tiny humming noises as the flavour burst in their senses, their cream covered faces happily nom noming the delicious sweet.

"Who would have known? The weakness to stop these bloodthirsty demons was cake." Suhan wondered out loud.

Anya still had her dazed expression as she kept looking at the cake being polished off in seconds, "We are skipping dinner?" she asked timidly.

"We are definitely skipping dinner." Suhan nodded sagely.

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4 HOURS LATER :

ANYA :

Anya had completed her work and then spent some hours on the folder designs, reviewing Suhan's suggestions, verifying it, or adding to it some more. She had taken care of the press release for the Scionvierra Clothing Collection magazine and sponsors. The regular check ins on the financials of the ongoing Calypso cruise and hotels were completed too.

She was done for the night.

Pushing open her bedroom, she unbuttoned her blouse as her eyes fell on her bed.

There, behind the drapes of her four poster bed, a massive reticulate Python coiled and laid in the middle amid her soft cushions and blankets. In a stark contrast to its magnificent design, a white and silver Cobra draped across him.

The Python raised its head to look at her through the transparent gauzy curtains. It flicked its tongue once and then laid back down.

It seemed she would be sharing her bed with a Python and a Cobra tonight.

I cant believe this line actually makes sense in the reality of my life.

Pausing, she wondered again.

I cant believe that line actually is making me happy and excited. The reality of the existence of my life seems to be in parallel lines to the content of horror film files.

Sighing, she continued on to her closet.

Fucked up to the world is awesome to me. Yep. I am on a whole different level.

She went to take a long shower and complete her nightly routine. Exiting the washroom, dressed in her satin nightgown, she sat before her vanity to brush her hair.

A knock on her door made her turn around to see Namjoon smiling and stepping towards her. He glanced once at the snakes and then came towards her.

"The rest of us except those two are going with Suhan to the office. He has arranged a meeting with the core team of designs and manufacturing that he wants us to attend. He says he will be teaching us some more about the job but it cant be done in the house."

Anya nodded and kept her hairbrush back, "I know, he discussed it with me. I am guessing you are too excited to be sleepy? This wont have a negative effect in your sleep schedule, will it?" she stood up, "Suhan likes to work through the night up until dawn, I am more of a dawn to midnight person."

Joon pulled her near him by her body, both his hands cupping the indent of waist, until she stood flush against him, "We are too excited. The chance to be included in an actual profession, a job that you have as career, feels like a dream we are seeing. Sleep, is really unimportant at this point."

Anya smiled. She knew the feeling. When she had created her first piece, knowing that she was going to leave a mark of her creation on the world, knowing that it would finally unlock her independence, she had been too overexcited.

Sleep really had vanished until her body crashed.

"I'll be seeing you in the morning then." She said.

Joon dropped a sweet kiss on her head and whispered, "Goodnight." He turned back to walk out, but paused to bid goodnight to Hoseok and Jimin, who hissed in return.

Anya used the controller to switch off every single light. She stood in the middle of the room as it plunged in darkness. The curtains were not drawn, so the light from outside was dim.

In that darkness, the snakes hissed again.

They were sleepy, and their desired warm human was not in the bed. Both were getting impatient.

As out of the page my life is, I would not have it any other way.

Anya easily made her way to her bed. She parted the drapes and sat down on the bed, rolling a little to the center and pulling the blankets up.

As soon as she lay down, the Python sinuously started moving. Slowly, it glided over her body, then went beneath it. In an almost slow caress, its scales brushed up her nightdress, rustling up the fabric as it wrapped around her once.

"Hobi?" Anya asked softly.

The Python did not care. It moved over her again, slowly going up from her legs and coiled around her torso. A band of cold living snake around her.

He loves the trust! The absence of fear even while he is literally wrapping me in a death coil.

Anya laughed, as her Python moved slowly over her, and wrapped her again just below her breasts.

The snake shifted its body, with her completely within his deadly embrace, and turned her body to a side. The rest of the Python's body coiled around her frame.

Hissing a little, the head of the Python moved to her cushion, looking at her. Anya lifted her hand to slowly rub between its eyes. Flicking his tongue once more, hesitantly, Hoseok touched her lips.

That was the way they remained for a few seconds, the beautiful girl inside the coil of a Reticulate Python, with her eyes closed as the snake touched her lips with his. A lethal, yet sweet picture.

Anya hugged the snake close to her, cupping its head and pulling it to her neck where it comfortably snuggled in.

That was exactly when she felt Jimin sliding down her back. But, unexpectedly, he simply went above her head and curled around her to come to a stop on her pillow, inches away from her face.

"Goodnight Silver." She whispered.

Jimin flicked his tongue once.

Though unnatural, Anya closed her eyes with happiness dominating her.

When she was almost on the verge of falling asleep, she figured out why they acted this way. Her Snake hybrids and their Vrâgs, were addicted to her trust.

Which meant, more extreme actions being partaken in, were not far behind. The only problem would be, if the desire to test her trust went farther than her body could handle.

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OFFICE

SUHAN :

Suhan stretched his body and looked at the clock again. It was 5 am.

He looked around the office room once and then proceeded to leave his room. A lot had been finalised, mostly retaining the originality of the pack's design, stones and wishes. He had sent the hybrids home with Jackson in a car while he had finalised a few more things that did not need them.

That had been half an hour ago.

Suhan left via the elevator, then descended for the underground garage, having driven himself.

As he entered the space, he saw it was mostly empty with only a dozen cars around.

Shaking his head at the coming headache he new he had to deal with because of lack of sleep, he started towards his own car. It was some distance into his way that he saw someone sitting on the stone steps beside his car.

A lone person in white shirt and black pants.

Jungkook.

Suhan paused right away at the way the Panther looked at him. There was no hint of playfulness, joy or curiosity. Only a guarded seriousness, hiding the danger simmering just beneath his skin.

This was who he really was.

The stare pinned him to his spot, the dominance in the Panther, coming off his body in waves.

"I had a feeling you wanted to speak with me." Jungkook spoke in a low voice, "Away from prying ears."

Suhan shrugged, "You could have waited with me in the room." He went to his car, opened it and threw his bag inside, "Why did you stay here?"

"Your scent is a little similar to your sister. Being her biological twin, it's a given. I wanted a little respite from it."

Suhan quirked and eyebrow, "I though you were addicted to it?"

"To her. Not a cheap impersonation of its essence. If I stay away from her long, with you in my company, all it makes me want is to go back to her."

Suhan was clever enough to understand that his sentence, was incomplete, "Or?" he prompted.

A sinister glint sparked in Jungkook's eyes, "Or . . . Make you bleed deep to a degree that the muted scent becomes enriched enough to feed my addiction. To satisfy me."

Suhan took it in stride. The way the Panther talked, or his thought process was normal to him, "Ah. Then glad you opted to stay here. But next time ask for the car keys, that way—oh." Suhan shook his head, realizing his mistake, "The car would have my scent in a concentrated manner."

"You are fast."

"Surprised at that?" Suhan asked. He was enjoying the conversation, "But then again, I think that sentiment should be mine. With the way your personality did a reverse spin."

Jungkook's lips twitched in a cold smirk, "Your sentiments, ventured in that direction hours ago. Why the mock skit?"

Suhan spread his arms, "I always was a big fan of operas."

"Exclude me from the category."

"Why? You can act well enough to qualify." Suhan softly said. And THAT was the reason the Panther had stayed back. He knew, that Suhan suspected.

Jungkook stood up, "Suhan. Do not tell my Star."

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh STAAAARRRRR."

Jungkook suddenly got gobsmacked at the way the savvy and uber charming Human suddenly burst out giggling like a small child. The man was still giggling and wiggling his eyebrows at him, snickering away in his pricey suit standing next to his luxury car.

The Panther blinked a little.

Thankfully, Suhan got himself under control. He cleared his throat and straightened his shirt, brushing back his hair again, "Yeah. Umm. Kindly let go of that lapse. I just got a little excited at hearing you call my sister with a pet name instead of your usual master."

Jungkook sighed, "I always address her with a pet name."

"No. You don't."

The Panther gave him a long suffering look, "Master IS a pet name. Not a designation. It is a name ONLY we get to call her by. No other person on the planet can."

"Oh. Oh, right. If you look at it that way."

Jungkook exhaled through his mouth, "Are we done? I need to go to her."

Suhan tossed him the car keys, "I wont tell her because I wont need to Jungkook. You do realize that she will see through you?"

"You don't know that."

At that, Suhan let out a throaty laughter. The deep masculine notes rang through the empty garage, "Oh Kook. You are me. You are the me that I was back when I was young. And take a wild guess as to who understood my reality?"

Jungkook leaned on the car, "She hasn't yet."

That sentence acted like a powerful dispenser around his foggy brain. Anya's words from the previous evening came back to him.

"Sometimes, the silence becomes so thick, that the sound of breaking gets submerged in it. Abuse is not meant to be a test of strength Suhan, because even if you acquire freedom, it sucks away the sweetness inherent in a person, leaving just a husk with myriads of cracks embedded in them."

"And when you finally break, no one even notices."

Suhan breathed in deep. He was constantly amazed by his sister. The way she could read the soul of a person like a transparent book, was a gift that only Angels or Gods had, in his opinion.

In a quiet voice, Suhan said, "Jungkook." Looking in the dark eyes of the Panther, "She already has."

Jungkook mockingly smiled, he opened the car door, not believing Suhan.

Just as he was about to seat himself in the front seat of the car, Suhan asked him, "Do I know you Jungkook?" he took a step towards him, "In fact, have I even met the real You?"

"I AM ME!" the instantaneous scream was demonic, the volume and multitude voices in it so loud, that Suhan took an involuntary step back. Jungkook's eyes turned pitch black in a blink, his one half of skin completely dark without any normal colour.

"I AM THE ONE THAT DID NOT BOW DOWN!" Jungkook kept screaming in his inhumane voice, advancing on Suhan, "I AM THE ONE THAT REMAINED STRONG!"

"I AM ME! I AM JUNGKOOK!" the scream was wrenched from his soul, a painful cry to be understood.

Suhan reacted in a manner, that was foreign to him.

A tear slipped out from his eyes, a tight ball of burning pain lodging in his chest.

He cried.

Because he never had the privilege of knowing the Panther hybrid his sister had brought home. He had never met the sweet timid boy he had been.

Jungkook came charging to him. Grasping his arms, he shook the unmoving Suhan, "Why are you crying????? WHY ARE YOY CRYING???????" he screamed, knowing what the human was feeling.

A sob coming out of his mouth, Suhan threw caution to air and pulled the Vrâg in his tight embrace, holding him fiercely. He did not care about the danger he was putting himself in.

"You are you. You are Jungkook." He whispered, "And I, me and my sister, are both proud of you for surviving." He cupped the Vrâg's head and pushed it on his shoulder.

"You did well little brother, you remained strong." He spoke through his tears.

Suhan felt the tremors in Jungkook as he tentatively clutched him back.

"Even if the human is gone?" he asked Suhan in a barely there whisper.

Suhan clenched his eyes shut at those words. At the direct acknowledgment of the way his human psyche had broken completely at the continued subjugation and abuse, to the point, that his Vrâg had eradicated that innocent person.

In a way, that Jungkook was dead.

Had been dead since before Suhan had come home.

The sheltered psyche of the loved little one of the pack could not hold on anymore. Was too damaged to have survived his animal psyche from emerging and melding when he had transformed for the first time.

The psyche had been so entrenched in pain, stabbed so many times with brutality of the world, that when he had finally broken and given up, no one had even noticed its death.

Not even his Hyungs, or them.

That Jungkook, that hybrid his sister had seen for the first time, had promised to Mark, had innocently smiled due sleeping on a bed for the first time, was in a sense, dead.

The Jungkook, who had cried in shame when he confessed to not being able to use utensils, who had clung to his sister, believed her during the ceremony.

The pure beautiful human half of his hybrid, was gone.

"Even then." He whispered, his tears wetting Jungkook's Shirt.

But this Persona, This Jungkook, would never be touched, Suhan Vowed. Even if the Panther was as close to a hellhound walking the earth, Suhan would still guard it with his life.

Patting the boy, he promised himself, Vrâg or Animal, this soul was his little brother. And he would lay out caskets of bodies, enough to fill a whole graveyard, in order to protect him.

Letting go of him, he looked at his face to find it back to normal, "Lets go home?"

"She wont— she loved my human half. She wont hate me?" Jungkook asked like a small boy wanting reassurance from his big brother.

"She loved me. And still does." Suhan bumped Jungkook's chin gently with his fist, "And I have done far worse than you can even imagine yourself to do. You survived Jungkook. She will love you more for that."

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MORNING :

"Oh shut up Tae!" Anya groused as she walked in a zombielike manner towards the coffee kettle, her eyes still half closed.

"You are grumpy for me wanting to shift in your room????"

Anya turned to him, "No. that is not what you said. You said, Oh would it not be wonderful if I can put the gaming console, the living room flat screen, the pool table, the black sofa, along with my closet, my bed and my desk in your room? Oh also some shelves of the library!! And then tried to actually drag your table in my room!"

Taehyung resolutely stared, "I want my favourite things to surround me where I stay."

"You can walk to get them at the time you feel like it! Its in the same house????"

"But if I stay with you I wont ever be leaving the room." He patiently answered.

"Oh really? What about my Job?"

Tae breezily walked around her to go to the dining table, "You can work via the laptop in between your orgasms. The rest of the time you will either be passed out, or getting sexually satisfied by me."

Anya was close to growling.

"Jeez please!" Suhan too looked half dead as he sat on the table with a disgusted look, "Not in front of me! God, please just take a little care of my sensibilities. I don't want to listen to the disgusting details of my baby sister's sex life!"

"Please." Jin scoffed, "Its so much better and cleaner than yours."

Right on cue, Jimin started imitating a high pitch female voice, "Oooh Suhan Ooh Daddy, oh Daddy, will you spank me harder? Will you leave a handprint on my ass? Will you tear my pussy so badly that—"

"OH MY GOD STOP IT YOU DEMONIC SNAKE!!!!" Suhan screamed, horrified as red flooded his cheeks. He stood up and urgently looked around to see if Arissa was around. Finding her still gone, he sighed in relief.

"Excuse me? I am a little insulted!" Anya said, "I also had to hear that? No care for my sensibilities? Only Arissa?"

Joon cleared his throat, "You do understand that YOU are currently the one who bought not one, or two but SEVEN sex slaves? I think your statement to your brother is a little unfair."

Anya gaped at the betrayal while Suhan clapped him on his back, "THANK YOU MY MAN!" who fist bumped Suhan right back.

Jungkook sighed, "Joonie hyung, if you want to be reminded of the consequence of betraying Master, I suggest you transform in front of a mirror. You look like an amped up version of that spirit animal we saw in the animation movie but on steroids. If you change in front of any of our rival, they will either remain stunned to the place utterly bewildered or will die laughing."

Joon shut up. Anya smiled at it. Until Yoongi spoke.

"Either ways it could get the work done. But be a smart person Joon. Betray her to your hearts content, but at least make sure its behind her back. Master's ears are tiny and delicate, she wont know."

"Seems to me you have way too much experience doing just that??" Anya asked, tight lipped.

Yoongi saluted her with his juice glass, "If you want to exercise your imagination, let me suggest the scenario of you on the bed naked and me with ice cubes. I promise, it would be more satisfying."

"No man!" Suhan groaned again, "Not cool."

"Shut up." Anya whispered, blushing.

Hoseok pulled out a chair beside him, "Sit by my side. I am better at making conversation than these hybrids. Frankly sometimes I feel the genetic makeup was a mix up. They should all have been apes." Hobi looked at Suhan, "Are you sure you are not a hybrid?"

Suhan straightened up in his chair, mock pretending to be angry, "Don't insult my mother. She would never have intercourse with —"

"Do you dare to complete that sentence with me sitting right here???" Anya said in a cold voice.

The pack, snickered wildly at the hole Suhan had dug himself in.

"—Someone other than my father." Suhan rapidly changed his direction of statement, "Hell on bells Nya! I am innocent!"

"ANYA? SUHAN?"

Everyone turned towards Choi who came running in. he panted, "Your parents are here."

A beat of silence. "At 7 in the morning? Why?" Anya asked.

Choi chuckled evilly, "They are saying its to persuade you both to agree on meeting eligible people they have selected, to date and marry. Oh and also about maintaining your social status by interacting and rubbing shoulders with key people beyond business. Apparently, its important."

A few seconds of silence passed as the siblings stared at Choi who stared back at them. The hybrids were confused.

Then, Suhan jumped from his chair while Anya crashed it as they both swiftly ran in two different directions, away from the formal room, disappearing within seconds.

They were in NO mood to meet their parents.

"What the fuck?" Joon stood up while the other of the pack disbelievingly looked in the direction of the now vanished siblings.

"GET THEIR ASSES! If they leave the grounds they will take up the vehicles and leave US with their mother who will REFUSE to go without seeing them and WE will all be in hell!! Arissa is not present to temper it down!!" Choi half shouted, in an attempt to keep his voice down.

"Right." Joon stood up and rapidly delivered instructions, "Jin Hyung, you stay here in case any middle point assistance is needed. Suhan is big, so Jungkook and Hoseok get him. Taehyung and Yoongi, go get Master. Meanwhile I'll try to be a good host for them."

He was moving as he spoke. Reaching Jimin, he grabbed a handful of his shirt, lifting him from his chair, dragging the Cobra with him as he headed towards the Formal sitting room.

"Why me?????" Jimin whined loudly.

"Because you are the oh-so-cute-cuddly-adorable-aww-awwwing hybrid that they loved." Joon replied.

The hybrids dispersed quickly, running in the direction of their charges, while Jin waited where he was. He busied himself by quickly pouring in the juice they were drinking in two glasses, and swiftly cutting the available fruits in the basket to be offered.

Minutes later, from both sides, two very unwilling and very loudly complaining brother and sister were being ushered back.

Jungkook was half bent, his shoulder against Suhan's chest and hands wrapped around his torso as he pushed the man who was crazily scratching at the Panther's back while sliding on the floor against the incessant pushing. He kept trying to move forward but was steadily being bulldozed into the opposite direction by Jungkook.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" he was whisper yelling, "They'll start nagging me to get married and be at it for bloody hours till my ears fall off counting the number of scandals I have created!!! I cant listen to that at 7 am in the morning with no sleep!!!!!!!! Let me go you cement blooded Gorilla!!"

Hoseok was simply smiling and strolling at the back.

On the other side, Anya was wildly thrashing and protesting while being carried on Taehyung's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "COME ON!! Tae I'll let you change your room and shift in with me!!!"

That stopped the Tiger. Alas, Before he could extract a promise, or let her go, Seokjin swiftly scooped her up in a bundle in his arms, "Tempting witch." He murmured, then inclined his chin towards the snacks he had put together, "Get that tray Tae."

"Please Jin? Please??? I cant be inviting people to mingle with, my introvert ass will be rendered unconscious at that much amount of socializing but they will guilt trip me into it!! You don't want your home to be invaded by strangers, right????"

Jin calmly kept moving forward, "Guests are temporary, they don't invade."

"OH DAMN GOD WHAT THE FUCK DO WE FEED YOU????" Suhan had redoubled his struggles against Jungkook, paddling his feet which comically kept sliding on the floor, to no avail.

"I'll give you my virginity!!" Anya desperately spoke.

Jin laughed low, "That is something I can take if I so wish for it. You tempting me with something that is already mine is useless."

"I'LL BLOODY GIVE YOU MY VIRGINITY!! JUST LET ME GO!!" Suhan whisper yelled.

"Your virginity has long drowned in the deepest pit of Mariana Trench to be eaten by fishes and being turned into fertilizer for the sea flora. What is there to give?" Yoongi drawled.

"You can still pretend!!!" Suhan said.

Anya turned to face him, "Eww!"

They had almost reached the doors of the sitting room.

Anya tried again, "What if I give it to anyone other than you???"

Jin calmly replied, "Then I'll enjoy teaching you the rest."

The door was opened and both the siblings not so gently pushed inside it.

"I am killing them!" Anya muttered in a low voice as she straightened and turned around. "Get in line." Suhan whispered back, as he looked at his parents, both who were talking happily with Joon and Jimin.

They looked up at the pair, and thus started the morning.

"Kim Suhan! The number of times you have shamed the family name with the vulgar public displays of association with low class sleazy girls! Have you no shame??"

"Anya, so nice to see you honey, you left so early in the dinner that I could not talk to you about something important. Come sit, we need to discuss your social quotient and how to retain in, right?"

Anya and Suhan grit their teeth, "They are dead." Both whispered at the same time, amid low volumed chuckles spilling from behind the doors.

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GONG YOO :

He knew what he was up against. Taking down Kim Suhan would be hard, but not unattainable. Not if he went at it, the right way.

Gong Yoo had taken time planning it out and he viewed the plans he had meticulously mapped out.

If he went for Suhan directly, it would take little time for them to catch it and foil the attempt. Which was why, he was going to manipulate Ye Jun and Hyung-sik into letting them know that someone had a hit on Suhan.

Then, he would make Hye, a cocaine smuggler in his custody, contact the only rival Mob Suhan's uncle had and make him put a hit on Suhan.

He would entice Hye with the ships he had seized of his product, and promise to return it, if Hye could make the Rival mob take Suhan out. Hye was feared and worshipped in that Mob, who would do the job to get hands on Hye's quality drugs and also to hit back on Suhan's uncle : Si-Hyuk.

That way, the methods they would choose to kill Suhan would remain unknown to Gong Yoo for him to not be, in any way, associated.

If it worked, it worked.

If it failed, the mob would point to Hye, who then he could easily crush by putting him away in a maximum security prison. In that way, his name would not be touched.

While Suhan and Anya would be busy trying to uncover the mob, due to their undoubted moderate level job in the attempts of killing Suhan, Gong Yoo would send a unsuspecting, innocent man to actually do the job. To kill.

The Kim siblings would be so engrossed in the actions of the mob and Hye, that they would be blindsided by direct attack by a person they trusted.

Gong Yoo smiled as he picked up the photo of the man he had selected. The selected person was an employee in their office, a straight laced worker with a loving family.

A family, which included a son with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. A Fatal lung condition which would slowly cause the eventual death of the son. The treatment, was extremely costly, though it would not prolong his life.

But, the man loved his son.

With the correct treatment, the son could live many more years before eventually dying. Something that the loving father wanted.

Gong Yoo would provide his family with the required money taken from D, in exchange of asking the father to kill Suhan alone in the office.

Then, to take its blame.

Suhan would not suspect anything because the employee had no red flags, no bad history.

It was a perfect plan.

Gong Yoo smiled.

He had some phone calls to make.

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EVENING :

"Remind me again why I am the one lectured on marrying while you being the girl were just asked to entertain more?"

Anya sat on the sofa draped in an off the shoulder peach gown sipping wine.

"For the 100th time, its not my fault if your sex life gets splashed in papers. I would advice you to not take the girls you sleep with in a hotel. As for entertaining, even though I know its extremely important to maintain the connections, you know its something that I despise. Quit feeling victimised alone."

Suhan sat down heavily beside Taehyung who drolly said to him, "I think your mother was genuinely upset about your association with Jennifer."

Suhan glumly nodded.

Jungkook asked, "Did you, actually . . .?"

Unrepentantly Suhan answered, "She was offering, I accepted. Although looking back, she was not worth the effort. Too loose."

"Yeah well she liked two in her pussy and one up her ass at the same time." Taehyung mocked, "No wonder she is loose."

"Language!" Anya said, at the same time that Jungkook and Suhan talked.

"Yeah, I remember."

"What??????? What? Was she preparing for childbirth?"

Anya sighed. Why did the direction of the discussion change?

"Oh quit sighing. At least you are starting with a good friend of yours. This dinner will go great." Suhan dismissed.

"Well she is coming with her brother who is your friend too." Anya pointed out.

Before the Gala in a week, it was good to brush up with her friends. It killed two birds with one stone.

She could socialize as her parents wanted and at the same time, collect information about the elite of her community from her friends.

"We'll stay by your side." Jungkook said, "Jimin and Hobi Hyung are coming to join us too. The rest will come a little later. Office drained them today."

Anya nodded, "Yep, added on that, they had not slept. Anyways, its good. The buzz in the society is strong about you guys already. Talking in the free manner among some of these people is just what we need."

As Anya turned to Joseph who announced the arrival of their guests, Taehyung bit his lips and hesitated. There was something that his Master was unaware of regarding these society parties of the past. He hoped that the topic remained buried tonight.

Jimin and Hobi joined them shortly before Anya and Suhan's friends did.

All Tae hoped, was for a relaxed eventless engagement.

3 HOURS LATER :

The atmosphere of the room was jovial and fun. Riane and Hyun although had been taken aback at the freedom given to the hybrids, who were clothed as expensively as Anya and Suhan, who sat with them at their level, talked freely, charmed and joked, sat at the same dining table and contributed to a conversation.

They followed the example of Anya and tried looking past the slave species to find that they genuinely loved their company.

Both Riane and Hyun had been utterly mesmerised and smitten by Hobi, Jimin, Jungkook and Tae. They were one of the good friends Anya and Suhan shared, and were happy at the response.

Although, both of them kept looking at Tae as if they were puzzled about something.

The dinner had been successful and Anya was happy she had invited them, a lot of good information had also been given to her without thought.

They were sipping coffee and laughing at a funny anecdote of Hyun, when Yoongi, Joon and Jin walked in.

Anya smiled at them in welcome and turned to introduce them to her guests when Riane stood up from her seat, the coffee cup falling down on the floor.

"YOONGI" she exclaimed.

"No way. JIN?" her brother breathed out.

Suhan and Anya looked at each other, then towards the pack, who all were masked up in a emotionless guarded expression.

Riane stumbled forwards with a big smile on her face as she extended both her hands towards Yoongi. Before Anya could warn her to not touch him, Yoongi took a sharp step back, "It would be kind of you to remember where you are standing and who I belong to. I abhor being touched by strangers."

That pleasant voice with a sharp edge made Riane stop. She frowned at him and then looked back at Tae. "Ah! Of course! Now I remember you!" looking at her brother she said, "Tae used to be tied to the sofa to be used near the fireplace in Soyeon's parties!"

Hyun made a sound of recollection.

Say what?

Riane looked at Anya, "Wow! You bought the most wanted sex slaves? Hats off to you friend. Especially Yoongi and JIn. Damn you are going to be the envy of everyone in the Gala!"

Hyun snorted, "Try all her life."

"Ah, it seems we are a bit out of the loop. I assume this talk is of a party we did not attend?" Suhan smoothly said, but Anya corrected him.

"No Suhan." She looked at the shuttered expression of Jin, "This is from ALL the parties we did not attend." Swinging her head back to Riane with a beautiful smile, she said, "Am I right? Can you regale me with the parties I missed?"

"Oh that would leave us talking till the dawn!" Riane responded, "Where do I start?"

Anya relaxed back and charmingly winked, "Why the sex with the slaves, of course."

Hyun laughed at her subtle joke while Joon sighed. He knew his Master. And he knew his own history. He did NOT want, what was going to happen.

Suhan too sat down.

Taehyung quietly stood up and went to sit beside Anya. He lazed back on the couch and put his head on her shoulder, looking at the pair of guests sitting opposite to him.

"Were all the parties catered by hybrids?" Anya asked.

"No the thing is, when you attend a party, the guests all know you look down on such frivolities, so the sex hybrids are never brought out. But in all wealthy intimate affairs without you, sex hybrids are kind of a must. For entertainment sake. Yoongi and Jin were the most in demand. Their owners kept changing so the one who owned them at the time used to throw the party to invite us."

Riane looked at Yoongi, "I loved spending my time with him."

"And same about me for Jin." Hyun added, then he looked at Suhan, "Say, will you ever let me have him for one night? Come on, friends do shit like this."

"Hyun? Is that your name?" Jin said directly, causing Hyun to stop and look at him. Jin strolled deeper in the room and went to pour himself a splash of whisky from the decanter. Raising the glass, he sipped it slowly, his gaze fixed on the astonished faces of the pair.

"The circumstances of my ownership is different. With the intelligence no doubt inherent to you, you are probably aware of it, but still, allow me to give you a tip."

He sat down on the armchair, "In this family, don't talk over us. We are right here. Hmmm?"

"AS to your request?" Suhan lightly replied, "No. sorry. As it is, they are not mine. They solely belong to my sister."

Anya could understand the distraction for what it was. Jin and the rest were trying to steer the conversation away from what she wanted to know.

They should know by now, that does not work on me.

"But that does not mean I am not endlessly fascinated by the interest the others had over them. It. . . .Intrigues me that I have something that everyone wants." Flirtatiously, Anya leaned forward, "Tell me EVERYTHING about them that I missed." She imitated an excited voice.

The pack collectively froze as the bait put by their Master was taken. Raine and Hyun began to talk.

2 HOUR LATER :

Raine and Hyun had just left but the family remained seated. The pack, because they did not know what to do, and the siblings, because they did not know what they were doing.

Apparently, all the hybrids except Hobi and Jimin, were pretty common in Seoul's elite company, the snakes being excluded due to their fangs and species.

The reason why Raine had not recognised Tae and Jungkook was because they were nothing like they used to be. Not in the count of just physical appearance. But apparently so many conditioned hybrids would be tied up to be randomly used that their faces blurred together.

So many times, over the years, conditioned hybrids were carelessly used, that their bodies became just an object. No one even bothered to actually see what they looked like, that they were a different individual. Someone, a being with feelings.

Which was exactly how Jungkook and Taehyung had been like, but Tae would sometimes protest, or scream out. That made everyone take note of his face. Some people enjoyed challenging each other to push him far enough to make him protest.

That challenge included humiliation and sexual degradation.

As for Joon, Jin and Yoongi, they used to be the main attraction.

Joon was loved because of the way he would never utter a single word, but would make it clear that his participation was just due to the collar around his neck. People loved that air of unwillingness around the Wolf hybrid who was physically so handsome, that his body made people melt.

Jin was very popular due to his courteous mannerisms. No matter the abuse, he kept behaving like a gentleman. Even in the face of the vile debauchery carried out on him, he remained civilized and calm. A stark contrast to the vulgar devious sexual appetite of the humans on a cultured and decorous slave.

As for Yoongi. The whole elite society of not just Korea but the foreign businessmen and dignitaries that visited were in thrall of him. It seemed, the danger and thrill they felt in being near him, the tingling of the spine while having him growling and attempting to strike out but foiled due to his chains, was a drug everybody got addicted to. Yoongi was too darkly potent, and people enjoyed it in his captivity.

Learning about these bare facts was hard, but the graphic description on the conditions and the blasé disregard to it, the way Raine and Hyun laughed at it, had skinned Anya. All the rest of the society too took her hybrids abuse as a story to smile over, to excitedly become nostalgic over.

To laugh over.

There were times when Taehyung or Joon were made to stand on blocks of ice for hours, as the whips would be nearby. For the amusement of the crowd, anyone could come to practice their whipping skills on them, or teach their lovers or siblings the art of flogging.

Being kept on ice numbed their body enough that a gag would not be required to hold off their screams. And later, for the inevitable usage of their body.

Tied to the floor with his hands above him, Jungkook had remained a dish for people to use, a footstool to rest their feet on, an amusement to kick, a beautiful body for taking their pleasure.

Jin had been a receptacle, forbidden to talk. With his hands bound behind him, he had to keep moving on his knees, his mouth kept open by a contraption. Available at all times.

Yoongi was the one who was whipped and canned the most. He would also be the one who would be rendered unconscious by the end of the frivolities due to the inhumane things done to him.

The hybrids were mostly instructed NOT to talk at all. Dumb animals to poke and prod in human skins was what got the humans off.

Perhaps, Hobi and Jimin had it the worst. Sometimes they too would end up at the same party brought by their temporary owners. They would be bound, manacled and gagged, left to watch the degradation of the hyungs and little brothers they loved, but could do nothing about.

Could not even share the burden.

Perhaps, them not being exploited in the face of what their brothers went through, weighed heavier.

Then had come the various times Raine and Hyun had used one of them, although Anya did note that the siblings were never cruel. They at least, were normal.

But the other were not.

With only the exception of 3 to 4 families, the rest of all had at some point, enjoyed the entertainment provided by the hosts with her pack. Had indulged in it themselves, whether in a good way, or the other.

The individual party episodes that Raine had started sharing had been making Anya and Suhan slip deeper and deeper in a pit. The siblings had become unresponsive to everything at one point, their gazes blank, body still. A breathing mannequin.

But their guests had not noticed, to them, it was normal everyday life.

To them, it was the way the world worked, and they did not ever think to see it in any other way. Hybrids were created in the world by humans, for humans. They were just living manufacturing of toys to amuse with.

With continuous production, if one hybrid died, it could be easily replaced by the next. As such, why would anyone bother giving any thought to human made slaves?

Joon had politely stopped them from talking any more. They had been bewildered at the audacity of being asked to stop by a hybrid while Kim Anya and Kim Suhan were present, but when the siblings made no sound, they were shocked to accept that the hybrids they had only seen as pleasure toys actually had an enormous say in the household.

The goodbyes had been swift, and mostly done by the hybrids while Suhan and Anya managed to nod at the key points.

Since then, the two still remained seated in their seat.

Numb.

At the never-ending constant stream of torment their pack had gone through.

At living in a way that Anya wished they had been dead.

She sat there, looking at nothing, listening to nothing while her insides remained cold. She felt dead.

Abruptly she stood up. Reaching up, she almost ripped her earrings out and chucked then on the table. "I am going out." She said, "Don't expect me back this night. I'll come to office tomorrow from the penthouse."

"WHAT?"

"Master?"

"Hang on!"

Suhan did not even acknowledge what she had said, too lost in his own thoughts.

As Anya started to walk away, a hand grasped hers and whirled her around. Taehyung stood close in front of her, "You have to explain what you say."

Anya saw the concern and love swimming in those beautiful eyes, but right now, she was not collected enough to reply coherently, "I am going out."

Taehyung slid a hand around her waist to pull her closer to him, "You are not alone any longer. You live with people who have a relationship with you. You cannot just leave whenever you feel like it without any explanation."

Anya heard the fear in his voice that her was hiding with his bold words.

"May I please go?" she asked for his permission.

Taehyung stared at her, his grip on her back getting tighter, his other hand cupping her neck. After sometime, he rested his forehead on hers, creating an intimate embrace.

"As long as you promise to always come back to me." He whispered.

"I will." Anya closed her eyes as she pulled away from him. The others remained silent even though they wanted to say a lot, but they knew, in this mood, reaching her would be next to impossible.

As Anya reached the door to exit the room they were in, Suhan's voice stopped her, "They need to beg, Nya. On their knees. They need to beg."

Anya did not need more elaborations on what Suhan was saying. His vows had always aligned with hers.

"I will make them." She did not turn back, "Every one of those vulgar, uncouth deviants will fall on their knees in front of my hybrids for a chance to speak with them. I will make them beg and writhe on the floor to have a chance to boast an association with the pack."

Anya's resolved hardened the more she spoke, "They enjoyed their abuse? Then I will make them beseech for a chance to be abused by my hybrids. Their ugly lusts are what I will use against them.

They consider hybrids beneath them, right? Watch me bring them to a fever pitch just to catch a single glance of them. I'll churn up their desire to have a relationship with my hybrids to such an extent that it will rule their lives."

Suhan nodded at the promise, "They think the place of the hybrid is fixed in this world. I don't give a fuck about the others."

"But we will change the world for seven." Anya completed for him.

Then, she walked out.

"Suhan, we are okay." Joon softly said only to hear an ugly laughter from the human, "That's the thing Joon," Suhan replied, "You shouldn't be."

Standing up, he bowed his head, "I hope Arissa did not over hear anything."

"She did. So did Joseph." Jimin murmured.

Suhan clenched his jaw, "Go find her. She'll need you." He spoke with his eyes closed. The fireplace in the room cackled as the pack stood in various places with Suhan still in the center. He whispered again, "Go."

Jungkook went out followed by Taehyung and Jimin. One by one all the hybrids went until only Yoongi remained.

"You need to stop feeling guilty." Yoongi spoke once they were alone.

Suhan was surprised at that. Looking at the Jaguar seated in an armchair, with his gaze on the fireplace, he looked commanding and dangerous.

But more than his presence or aura, his insight was deadly. Suhan dodged it, "Lets not talk about this."

"Clearly you need to. Your sister is busy surviving the blighted pain we keep bringing in her life, then focusing about how to keep the promise she made. I do believe she will be lost in this for the time it will take for her to notice that you are miserable not just due to your weakness to us, but also due to your own guilt."

Humourlessly, Suhan chuckled, "Damn Jaguar, you really see through me."

Yoongi focused on him, "I need to keep an eye on my pack."

Possibly due to the lowered emotional barrier the revelations of the evening had resulted in, Suhan felt the line Yoongi said as an emotional punch in his soul.

Never did he think, being included in his pack would mean so much to him.

Suhan swallowed and nodded, acknowledging the honour Yoongi had given him. To Yoongi, he was pack, to Suhan, Yoongi was family.

Two different terms, one beautiful meaning.

"Let go of the guilt. You did not know us Suhan. Only your family matters. Don't impale yourself thinking about your response in a hypothetical situation belonging to the past. For all its conquests, creating a time machine is one that the human race still does not boast. Let go."

"But if I had attended one of those parties, I know for a fact I would not have cared." Suhan's voice was tortured, "I don't abuse hybrids, I have never touched one, but neither do I care about their plight. Had I been in one of those events, I would have sat there, drinking bourbon while watching you get used. The bar of me being a horrifying soul is hitting me hard Yoongi. What the fuck kind of a person am I?"

"A normal one."

Suhan mockingly scoffed at that.

"Don't compare yourself to the standard of your sister. She is a Miracle mistakenly born in this realm."

Suhan became serious at that.

Yoongi got up from his chair and came to him, "Attachments to an object or a person is formed after knowing them, sharing your time with them. You not being bothered in the past would be normal Suhan."

Suhan shook his head, "How am so different from those fuckers then?"

"You did not participate. Yes you would not help, but you would not take part either." Reaching him, Yoongi clasped his shoulder, "Sometimes not helping is a huge help in itself Suhan. Sometimes, simply refusing to harm is a boon big enough for the person being exploited."

Suhan sagged against Yoongi, who fondly fluffed his hair, "Not so different from a younger brother, are you?"

He would not cry. He would not cry. Suhan thought fiercely as liquid emotion gathered behind his closed lids. Being comforted by Yoongi felt right, felt nice. Felt like an accepting family.

"I wont let them see your tears Suhan." The older man promised him as he reassuringly pat his back, "Hyung's got you."

That was the line when he let go. He bowed down on Yoongi's strong support and let go of all the tears of self disgust, of self hate, that had accumulated. As he cried silently, Yoongi held him steady, never letting him fall.

Outside, Taehyung peeped in the living room to find Arissa sobbing hard against Joseph, who had her clutched to his chest, the man trying hard to keep himself composed.

Tae steadily went towards her. Lost and confused as to how to stop her, he tugged at the sleeve of her blouse like a little boy and said, "Don't cry."

Joseph closed his eyes against that small voice while Arissa tugged Tae in her arms, crying against him. The three of them stood huddled together while Arissa kept sobbing, "My boy, my little boy." As she clung to Tae, kissing him repeatedly on his forehead.

Joon, Jungkook and Hoseok blinked rapidly to dispel the wetness in their lashes as they saw the amount of distress the older woman was in, at hearing what they had been through, while Jin remained Stoic. Always the Hyung.

Joseph himself felt a tug on his sleeve.

He looked back to see Jimin standing behind him, his eyes black as the side of his face. Still, he looked like an unsure boy.

"Hug?" though his voice was inhumanely horrifying, Joseph lost the battle against tears at the stark vulnerability it failed to disguise.

Letting go of his wife and Tae, he pulled Jimin's lithe slim body in a tight hug, his tears falling on the Cobra's hair.

"You sad? For us?" Jimin's Vrâg voice was muffled in his shirt.

Joseph being incapable of formulating any words just hugged him tighter.

"You love us too? Like Suhan?"

Joseph pushed Jimin slightly away to cup his cheeks, "Family." Was all he could choke out.

A slow dazzling angelic smile spread in the face of the demonic Vrâg, "Family."

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MORNING :

ANYA :

Anya walked in her office room, discarding her shades. She powered on her phone as she closed the door to her room. As soon as the phone started working, notifs blew up of innumerable missed calls and messages.

She had not come home last night.

She ventured in deeper when the door was banged open again.

"Master! You did not come back!"

"Your phone? Where was it?"

"Are you okay?"

Jin, Jimin and Hoseok came barrelling towards her only to stop completely, like running into an invisible glass barrier.

Anya took a step back, and then another while three pairs of eyes sharpened their gazes, looking piercingly at her. Their expressions morphed from confusion to disbelief.

Okay, so they are getting it wrong. Speak up!

Anya took another step back and raised her hand to try and explain, but Hoseok broke free of the spell that had stopped him. He stalked forward with a dangerous gaze, expression hard as he violently clutched her hair and pushed her hard against the wall.

Anya banged against it, her hips and back no doubt bruising at the force.

Hoseok's other hand grasped her arm while the black in his eyes battled to spread. Breathing hard, his expression unforgiving, his firm body uncompromising as it crushed hers, he leant forward toward her.

A hand grabbed his neck from behind and Jin spoke fast, "The scent is not on her skin Hoseok, no human or hybrid touched her nor did she touch anyone. The scent is lingering on her Hoseok, its not embedded in her skin."

Hobi paused and inhaled deeper.

The blackness in his eyes disappeared.

Anya kept looking at her Python as he slowly calmed down. But there was no hint of apology in his face. His hands loosened in its grip on her hair as he massaged the back of her scalp a little.

With a soft spoken courteous gentility, Hoseok asked her a question with a savage edge, "Might you be kind enough to explain why is it that the scents of different hybrids, human and sex are cloaking you like a thick robe? And do please make me understand if the connection between you being gone for the entire night is relevant."

Anya tilted her chin up a little, "I did not touch anyone Hobi."

The hand against her neck encircled her, "We are at home at your disposal. If sexual curiosity is something that is plaguing you, you come to us." The hand tightened a little, "How dare you go to someone else?"

"It wasn't Sexual curiosity Hobi. Trust me?" Anya brushed his face with the back of her hand, "Its not in me to be unfaithful, even in thoughts."

Hoseok breathed in and out his hand flexing on her throat, then he let go.

Taking a step back he asked her, "Promise?"

"Promise."

Clearly, Hobi still did not like the non-explanation, but he understood something was holding her back from sharing it.

Anya looked at Jin who inclined his head towards her, "You went someplace where Human and Hybrid sex is abundant. But you wont tell us the reason yet?"

"Not yet."

Jin's eyes cleared up, "As long as you do know that you cannot indulge in any form of sexual activity with others, may it be voyeurism, I will trust you." The word, blindly, remained unsaid.

Jin backed away from her, "Suhan has gone with Taehyung to his annual check of the hotels. He said to tell you that he will be home with Tae before dinner."

Saying so, Hobi and Jin walked out.

Leaving Anya alone with Jimin. A person, who had not moved from where he had slammed to a stop when he had scented her.

He still stared at her, his expressions reminding her of the first time she had seen him, chained to the rack, being whipped.

A cold hauteur veiled his face, no sign of friendliness or softness in him.

Anya knew he was holding himself rigidly in control. Her Cobra was ferociously possessive of her.

"Jimin—"

"Bathe yourself again. Before you come home." He cut her off coldly, "Otherwise for all your good intentions behind whatever you are doing, you will shred the others more effectively than any of our trainers had."

"Is my being around other people engaging in sexual activity considered hurtful? Am I responsible for what they do?"

"No. But when you seek it, it does become so." He said icily.

"You are so sure I sought it?"

"You did. Undoubtedly for a cause, but still." He paused, "Is it related to us? If it is, you have to know you can simply ask."

"It wont take long. Just a couple of more days." Anya answered in a tangent, ignoring his question.

Jimin remained quiet.

"You wont touch anyone."

Anya nodded, "I wont."

The Cobra gave her a long look and then exited the room.

What a morning. Can it get any more crappier?

Anya thought as she pushed away from the wall and reached her chair to slump on it. She took out a pill for her headache and chased it with some water.

While she was capping the bottle, her cellphone lit up with a call.

Ye Jun.

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SUHAN :

"Its more than palatial. I like the décor and the elegance. Gives a sort of old world feel." Taehyung roamed around the presidential suite they had just come inside as Suhan dropped to the bed.

"Yeah well, it took a long time to design this one." He said, "This is one of the hotels I made without any input from my Sister. Sort of my own pet project. Each floor has a different design of rooms."

Tae snagged a banana from the table, "Solo projects? You guys do that?'

"Hmmm. But not too many. Its easier to have a partner to help than do it alone. If I have that in this industry, and that too an unquestioningly loyal one, why would I make myself go through the headache of managing it all alone. Same with her too."

The doorbell rang. Suhan stood up to answer it but Tae flicked the peel of the banana in the bin and motioned for Suhan to not bother as he walked towards it while chewing the last mouthful of the fruit.

Opening it, two housekeeping staff stood with a cordial smile and a tray laden with food.

Taehyung stepped aside to let them come in.

"Goodmorning Sir." The one pushing the trolley greeted Suhan who inclined his head and then turned to walk towards the book case, his back to them.

"I hope that the inspection goes satisfactorily. It is a pleasure being a part of the team of this hotel. We have got you some breakfast." He said and poured a glass of juice from the jug and placed it with the waffles, patties, biscuits, sandwich, fruits and eggs on the tray, which then he transferred to the middle table of the room.

Taehyung's nose twitched a little.

The smell from the poured juice, was off. It contained a slight bitter tinge that should not have been present in the ingredients that he identified.

Taehyung closed the door loudly. Then, he locked it.

The other waiter looked back at the sound, "Why would you lock the door?" he asked puzzled.

Suhan was browsing through the books on the shelf as he answered nonchalantly, "Probably because he figured out the juice you just poured is either poisoned, or drugged."

Hearing him, instantly, the demeanour of both the men dropped as they swiftly reached for their concealed weapon.

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ANYA :

"Hi Jun. long time since you called. How have you—"

"Someone is targeting Suhan! His life is in danger Anya! We have received intelligence that a target was fixed and there are people serious about ending his life! We cant interfere based on this off shoot because the information was accidentally collected while we were preparing for a different case which is classified but I needed to let you know!"

Anya groaned and rubbed her head, "Damn, this morning is not in my favour is it? The pills are not kicking in. Wait a sec can you? I really need coffee."

"Anya??? Did you listen to what I just said?????"

Anya had by then connected her office phone to Adora's "Hey Adora, can you send someone to get me a strong coffee?" after that she switched to Ye Jun.

"Yes I heard. Some idiot is after my brother?"

"Not just after! And not just one. I think a group of people are planning his murder!"

"Please don't scream." Anya moaned as her head throbbed again with a dull pain. "I had a shitty night and there was just so damn much to learn. Additionally the environment was crass and disgusting to me, especially with the deafening booming sultry music. Getting the basics down has my muscles sore and raw. Over that, I swear to God I tried to shower properly before getting here but that failed too. You have no idea the state I am in."

A little pause after her tirade of complaints.

"Listening to you I feel better about this situation." Ye Jun said, "You are taking it casually. You are genuinely not bothered by it."

Anya snorted and allowed the intern to enter with her coffee. She waited till she blew over the brew and sipped from the cup.

"Going after Suhan indicates either desperation or delusion. No sane brain in this world can make such a decision Jun. Committing to the cause of killing my brother is akin to deciding a painful suicide. Why would I be concerned about the stranger who wants to end their own life?'

Ye Jun sighed in relief, "Are you sure?"

Anya poured the coffee from the cup in a larger glass in her office, then added cold water in it, cooling it. Then she started chugging it down. Pausing on hearing the question, she answered, "If it's a group of people after him, then bodies will start piling up soon enough. Do me a favour and look the other way."

Taking another huge gulp, she added, "If Suhan's psychotic pleasure is not stroked on learning this, the matters are so much more complicated with my hybrids in the mixture. Trust me Jun, your worry is misplaced.

This development will be the source of delightful fun to Suhan, while a bloody end to the perpetuators."

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TAEHYUNG :

As soon as Tae saw the Humans move, he reacted.

He grasped the hand of the first man and twisted it hard upwards that a loud pop sounded followed by the scream of the human caused by the dislocation of his arm. His knife fell on ground.

In a single sweep, Tae picked up the knife while simultaneously aiming a kick at his face, causing his nose to break as he stumbled back.

The knife in hand, he circled and embedded it in the side of the second man who by then had drawn his gun. Not satisfied by the grasp the man still had, Tae grabbed his forearm with both his hands and broke it like a twig.

His arm snapped in two, with the white bones protruding out in jagged breaks while blood gushed out.

The man screamed like a possessed soul before dropping to ground. Disliking the sound, Tae looked back once over the first guy whose nose he had broken. He was alive and relatively healthy.

One would do.

Thinking so, he reached and snapped the jaw of the screaming guy, the lower jaw uselessly hanging as the body slumped on ground. Dead.

"What a relief. That shriek was piercing. "Suhan said from the bed he was sitting on, one finger in his ear as he rubbed it.

Then Suhan looked at the man with the broken nose and dislocated arm, a wet stain spreading his pants as he gaped, petrified, at the fallen broken bleeding corpse of his partner.

Taehyung straightened, then dusted his hands on his shirt and calmly walked over to the gun that had fallen on the ground. Picking it up, he observed the make and model, and the silencer attached on it.

"Professional then. Not a mercenary judging by the pathetic travesty of a play they put up."

Suhan nodded appreciatingly, "And?" he prompted with a smile on his face.

As if it was the most relaxed vacation of teaching Taehyung about the situation with a stunned injured man and a bloody corpse by his feet.

Tae turned towards Suhan, "I'd say a Mob hit. Otherwise it would not be two people. That too having successfully infiltrated the staff of your hotel."

Suhan nodded again, "Good."

The injured man suddenly snapped to attention. He scrambled forward with just one hand, the other uselessly lying on his side and picked up the knife. He turned it towards his own neck in an attempt to plunge it in.

Suhan had yawned and shifted on the bed when the man had started scrambling. He coolly reached for the juice jug and threw it hard at him.

The jug crashed on his head and knocked the knife in its arc.

Tae cocked his head, "Willing to die than to talk? But despite the fear still attempted this hilariously pitiful endeavour?" he looked at Suhan, "This is personal."

Suhan shrugged and stood up. The man started crying pitifully and backing up. With one jerk, Suhan ripped his shirt open, exposing a tattoo.

"Hmmm. I suspected as much."

"A tattoo of the gang?"

Nodding Suhan looked at the man who although afraid, had a fierce hatred on his face.

"Spit on me and I will plunge the knife in your eye." Suhan said. But the man still tried to. Only to find, that Suhan, hadn't lied.

He slumped to the ground, dead.

"He was too into the whatever cause they fed him. He wouldn't talk." Suhan said as he stood up. Looking at Tae, he commented, "I liked your fast response, but your kick was off, your centre of gravity while your leg was stretched and torso down was unbalanced and shaky. The angle at which you embedded the knife and the position was wrong. Other than that, you were good."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. There was seriously no pleasing this human when it came to fighting!

"How did you know the drink was poisoned?" Suhan asked.

"Ever since the episode with Jimin, we are all learning to use our senses to detect drugs in food. Been taking lessons with Arissa too on different herbs and poison. It was easy."

Suhan admiringly nodded, sitting down to go through the clothes of the bodies, "That's a nice initiative. I like it."

"How did YOU know?" Tae asked as he sat on the bed.

"They had been watching us and following discreetly ever since we got here. The name tags are of a slightly different colour and print than the original. It was obvious."

Damn. I missed all of that?

Suhan smiled and turned to him, "Its fine. You did good. I have been training since my childhood. You'll catch up." His phone rang. Seeing the id, he answered.

"Apparently there is a hit on you." Anya said.

"I know." He looked down at the two bodies, "Till now, I suspect the Kranki."

"Oh. An attempt?"

"Hmmm."

"Okay, so meet you back home later? I have a ton of work to finish." Anya signed off after dutifully conveying the message Ye Jun had nagged her to do, not interested in her brother when she had too many proposals to review and give a decision on.

"What about the bodies?" Taehyung asked.

"That's the best part about a Mob hit. You can simply dump the bodies back at their home to drive in the message without speaking a word."

After sometime, when Suhan had called and informed Joseph, Tae asked, "Why was he so angry? What have you done to that Mob?"

"Caught that?" laughing he winked at Tae, "A whole lot. But, lets keep it for another time. Tell me, how did your Vrâg not take over?"

"My Vrâg only ever comes to surface if any fight is related to Master."

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EVENING :

Dinner had been a lively affair with Arissa, Joseph, Choi, Peter and Jackson joining them too. A lot was discussed ranging from the plans of the future line of jewellery designed by the pack that would be launched to the incident of Suhan and Taehyung. Details were asked as was the file Ye Jun had sent. Everybody listened to all that had transpired, giving their two cents to the theories.

After dinner, Arissa had busied herself wrapping the chocolates she had made with her husband, while the pack with Anya and Suhan had shifted to the parlour room.

"What I don't get is, why would the NIS get information about a paltry mob going about a hit on Suhan and consider it a threat? Should they not just brush it off?" Joon wondered out loud, "I mean I understand Ye Jun worrying about it, but why did the senior officers compile this much of a report basically just stating the various hints this KRANKI mob has dropped of preparing to kill him."

Jin agreed, "Especially as the report or the undercover investigation was about a smuggling ring, completely different to the Mob and Suhan. Why waste that much time and energy over a side business report when the case at hand is of much higher stake? That too someone who doesn't even know Suhan personally."

"Consider this too." Joon volleyed back, "If it was because that officer wanted to be in a favourable position with Suhan, would HE not want to hand over this information and the warning HIMSELF? To show that HE was the one and to take its credit? Why did he pass it off to Ye Jun? He is not even interested in Ye Jun."

Jungkook was lying down on the sofa playing with a Rubik's cube, "All that work done for nothing?" he mumbled.

"You said he was burning with hatred and passion to kill Suhan?" Yoongi asked from where he was sitting on the carpet with his back to the sofa, one leg stretched and the other bent at his knee.

Taehyung nodded.

"There was no activity recently done by Suhan to suddenly spark this assassination attempt. What exactly prompted them to act on their hatred to take him out now? Why suddenly now? What triggered them?" Yoongi questioned.

Taehyung shook his head, "Nothing is adding up. Logic is not melding with the scenario we are being presented with. That too when this D or x are still a bother, that too cannot be just coincidence. Don't you think so?"

At that, the pack looked at the siblings, only to blink and wince.

Both Suhan and Anya were smiling extremely widely at them. So wide, that their cheeks were puffed up. Their eyes were shining with pride.

"Uh, can you, uh, stop smiling like that?" Hobi winced while making the request, "You are looking creepy. Too much like the Joker but without the paint. That makes it even more weird."

Anya looked at Suhan and nodded.

Suhan then said, "Something me and Nya have decided for you guys to do. And it feels like we were right in making that decision."

Jimin sat up reluctantly on hearing it, "That sounds scarily ominous."

"No, no, no. I think it will work out perfectly!" Suhan then lifted the file sent by Ye Jun and slid it towards Joon. "This development, about me being targeted? You all will handle it. Who it is, when the next attempt will be made, how it will pan out, you will be responsible for it."

Suhan encouragingly nodded again. "You all will solve this. I promise, I will NOT get involved. My life, or death, the responsibility will be yours."

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

The only sound in the room was that of the clock.

The hybrids stared hard at Anya and Suhan who went back to smiling creepily at them.

"Taehyung? You sure Suhan was not hit on his head today while you were not noticing?" Hobi seriously asked Tae.

"You have completely lost it." Joon murmured to Suhan.

"On the contrary," Anya spoke, "this is one of the best decisions we have taken. You are our Dragon's Breath."

Jungkook got up from the sofa and picked up the empty coffee cup from which Anya had partaken of the beverage. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed, "Huh, no drugs."

Anya rolled her eyes, "Remember when I asked you to play a game with the eggs?"

Reluctant nods.

"I told you from the onset, you would lose. Similarly, I am telling you, you will easily solve this. You can do this." Anya looked at each and every one of them, "You need to do this just to make yourself aware of where you are standing, because we already know."

Suhan agreed and added, "We know you are more than capable of doing this."

Before the hybrids could start protesting again, Anya's alarm rang. Picking it up, she cancelled it and stood up, "I have to go. I will be back home in 2 hours."

She did not glance back at the hybrids as she turned and walked away, but the heavy silence behind her was indicative enough of what they thought of her secrecy and these outings.

Well, I have to. This is the one sector left where I am weak. That is the reason why I am not being able to help them. And help, is very much needed. Not for the Vrâgs but for their own sanity. It isn't anything related to sex after all.

Anya went to her room and dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a snug top with a jacket. After securing her hair in a pony, she turned to see Yoongi leaning against her door.

Seeing him, her heart sped up.

Yoongi did not comment on it though. With a small smile on his lips, he closed and locked the door, before walking away from her, towards the bed.

"Been a long time since we have been alone." His voice was deep as was it sensuous.

Something about him never failed to excite her. Not for the reason the others had for wanting him, Anya knew she would never see the wild, dangerously violent side of Yoongi that drew in the others. He would never behave that way with her, there would be no actions from which he would want to be freed.

Just the opposite.

No, it was a different reason that caused her to pulse with desire whenever she was alone with him.

"Not due to me." She answered, her voice a little unsteady.

Yoongi sat down on her bed and faced her, "That hickey. I detected a tinge of regret over your realization that it wasn't mine."

He was too potent. Anya turned away and fidgeted to see what was inside her bag, pretending to go about her own routine even if she was hyperaware of his dark presence.

"I checked your wardrobe yesterday." He said

"Hmmm."

"There are quite a lot of hoodies and sweatshirts in it." Voice turning a little wicked, he said, "Why is it I rarely see you wearing it around the house if you like it so much?"

Why do you have to ask the question with the obvious answer?????

"I need to leave Yoongi. I am late."

"I have persuaded the pack to go together with Suhan to meet someone he was telling us about, tomorrow evening. I'll remain in the house."

A sudden swarm of butterflies flooded her stomach, a twisting and pleasing sensation in her gut. She licked her lips and attempted to slow down her heart.

"I have been learning from Arissa. Let me make dinner for the both of us tomorrow. As I said, its been a long time since we have talked alone. With all that is going on, with the Gala days away, I need you."

I need you. Too.

"You can wear your hoodie." He paused "Or one of those sheer transparent lacy dresses at the back."

DAMMIT, THIS JAGUAR!!!!!!! CAN A GIRL NOT SCREAM????????

Anya remained composed outwardly and nodded.

Yoongi got up from the bed and came near to where she was sitting on the stool before the mirror.

He held her chin and raised it. Then bent down till their lips were almost brushing each other.

"I'll save the kiss for tomorrow." His words whispered over her lips, soft and heavy.

"Something tells me you have plans to make us suffer tonight. Be careful. Whatever you make me go through today will be returned tenfolds back to you tomorrow." He stood up.

Through the fog of longing, Anya asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Yoongi walked backwards, smiling at her, "My Vrâg is getting impatient. I need you to pay it some attention. Don't worry Master, with the Gala only days away, I wont take you to my bed. It will take a long time for you to recover from it."

Then the Jaguar was gone.

"Teasing prick." Anya whispered closing her eyes. Her heart was still thundering against her chest.

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2 HOURS LATER

LIBRARY :

"She's been back for some time now. Why is she not coming here after asking us all to gather?" Joon said from his seat. They were all seated in the reading section of the library near the fireplace. With the weather turning chilly, a little indulgence was affirmed.

The soft carpet had several pieces of low sofas and big cushioned armchairs, where the pack had distributed themselves in after getting Anya's text.

"On top of the Lee situation, do you think we can take this development of Suhan?" Hoseok asked.

Yoongi was lazing on the sofa right beside the armchair Jin was sitting in, his head on Jimin's lap he said, "Suhan is a manipulative genius. Which is why he has certain rules, certain principles that he staunchly follows. Not lying to this family is one of them."

"The promise he made you mean?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi nodded.

Hoseok looked away, but muttered under his breath "Dragon's Breath". He wanted to know its meaning.

"Remind her to pass on the message of Guk. We are to go to the clinic tomorrow for our heat shots and check up." Joon said.

Right then, they sensed Anya's soft steps approaching the room. They all looked towards the door.

Her fragrance hit them before she appeared. She just had bathed, making her scent so much more stronger, purer. It punched them like a blow.

When she finally appeared at the door, every man sat up straight, the sight of her a straight arrow hitting them with lethal accuracy. The Vrâgs pushed hard to surface, but curiously, her sight evoke such a tsunami of deep longing that the hybrids wanted to experience, that they easily kept their Vrâg at bay, except Jungkook.

Anya was clad in a transparent black lace nightgown and a black sating robe draped carelessly around her body, half open, sliding on her one arm. The neckline was daringly low, the valleys of her breasts exposed.

The smooth unblemished skin was adorned by a delicate thin, silver chain which drew more attention on her curves, nestled between her soft breasts. Her collarbones and her bare shoulders made every hybrid's teeth itch to mark her, bite her just hard enough to leave a imprint.

The lace of her gown had satin placed in a semi circular manner, which then went straight down, hiding her most vulnerable places from their greedy burning gazes.

The nightgown was short, coming only till her mid thigh.

With her long unbound dark hair wet, sticking on her skin and tumbling down her back, her lips glossed in the lightest sheen, Anya resembled an irresistibly Alluring Goddess, someone that they would sacrifice themselves for, just to worship her at the altar.

She took a step inside the room and then turned around to close the door. She remained that way for a while and listened to the way the breathing pattern had changed, in all hybrids.

When she was sure that she had all of their attention, she locked the door. The sound to the lock turning ramped up the lust in the room, few of them gripping the sofa as it raced through them.

"Good evening." Her voice was sultry.

There was no doubt left in anyone's mind that she was here to sin.

She turned around and looked at them all. All their eyes were fixed on her, with the same burning need. Yoongi and Jimin were seated in a sofa, watching her like she was the prey their animals wanted to hunt, Joon and Jungkook were seated on the opposite sofa, while Joon's eyes were burning a path down her body, Jungkook's were black. But there were no marking on his face.

Hoseok was at the end side of the room, standing still.

While Taehyung waited till her eyes fell on him. She waited till their gazes connected, and then, insolently trailed it over her breasts, her waist, the smoothness of her legs.

Jin sat on a Armchair. His face, guarded.

She rubbed the handcuffs in her hand, drawing the attention of every man to it.

"What did you mean when called us a dragon's breath?" Hoseok's voice was deep.

Anya laughed at that. Her laughter was rich and throaty, a sensual assault on the over frayed nerves of the pack. "A dragon is feared for its size, its majestic and dangerous nature." Anya slowly strolled in the room.

The silk robe shifted a little more, parting around her legs as she walked, "The name alone instils fear in anyone who wants to cross it."

Stopping a little distance away, she tilted her head, her hair cascading over one shoulder, curling temptingly around her breasts, framing it prettily.

"But the real power which is the most feared, which makes Dragons formidable, invincible, is its breath. The fire it spews. It does not use its fire everytime, and that is its most treasured but hidden power. Hidden and feared."

Anya trailed her fingers over her own arms, "If Suhan and me are the dragon, you are the fire." Looking up at Hobi she quirked a brow, "Curiosity satisfied?"

"Might we ask what is it that you want, Master?" Jin asked with a coolness that Anya did not want. Even though his dark eyes were clouded with desire, his fingers clutching the arms of the seat, she wanted that control shattered.

Anya pursed her lips, "Earlier today you all told me if I have any sexual curiosity,, I should come to you?" she spread her arms, her robe parted to show her scantily clad body.

Every eye dipped over her.

"Here I am."

Heavy breathing permeated the air at her declaration.

Turning to Tae, she said, "Kneel before me." Licking his lips, dark obsessed eyes fixed on her, he rose, but asked in a low whisper, "What is your desire?"

Anya smiled seductively and shrugged, the robe falling from one shoulder, "I want to know what it feels like to have slaves."

Joon exhaled heavily, the bolt of lust in her words hitting him way to exponentially. He closed his eyes and concentrated in regulating his breathing.

This was why she had kept denying their requests of serving her, and their requests had started since the auction. He still remembered what she had said.

"I don't want you to serve me until you know what the meaning of making love is, because THAT is something that I desire. When you understand its meaning, when you are capable of it, serving me will no longer be your identity or the slave you were trained to be. Serving me will just be a game, an enjoyment, not a command."

And it was true. Now the words from her only evoked an acute desire in him, but not even a smidgen of degradation, humiliation or past blemished it.

Because they all knew it was purely an indulgence for her sake. She was just asking for an experience, not the reality. If they chose to disobey, they easily could, and it would be welcome by her.

Taehyung had by then knelt before her, but his eyes were still impertinently roving her exposed flesh. Anya bent over him, her neckline dipping to exposed more of her nudity. She speared a hand through Taehyung's hair, then fisted it at the back.

The slight pull on his scalp shot through him directly to his length, hardening it further as Tae groaned.

Anya let her wet hair fall on his face, the strands sticking on his cheeks, drenching him in her fragrance.

Then, she mashed her lips with his, parting his with her tongue. Boldly, she entangled hers with his, her hunger spilling over.

Taehyung made a growling sound in his throat, his blood heated at the taste of her.

As he lifted his hands towards her, Anya stepped back.

Eyes hard, Tae curled his lips and growled at her.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk. A slave must know his place, should he not?" Anya whispered, pulling his hair a little more, "Besides, my request is not to you Tiger." Saying so, she let go of him.

The fixed her eyes at Jin, "You sparked the desire in me" she moved forwards towards him, ignoring the others, who were all starting to stand up now.

Hoseok also started coming closer.

"Each night, I am dreaming of it." Anya went to stand right before the Eagle, whose grip of the sofa had viciously tightened that his knuckles turned white.

He was panting with his need, his eyes fixed on her rising and falling chest. He flicked them on her lips, dragging his tongue over his, and finally met her eyes.

His was just a molten stream of pure undiluted obsession.

Still, he kept that rigid control over himself.

Anya threw one leg over the side of his and climbed on his lap, straddling him. Her naked thighs rested directly over his joggers, the nightgown riding up to show a glimpse of the scrap of cloth covering her mons.

Fine tremors were wreaking his frame, as his jaws remained clenched. Jin's eyes were flinty at the same time dangerously violent. "What. Do. You. Want? I'll. Do. Anything." He gritt out each syllable, his obsession of her beating him down with a pull so great, that he was losing grasp of reality.

Anya shifted on him, pulling herself closer to him, moving her soft body over his primed, hard muscles, eliciting a deep groan from his chest.

She was aware that by now, all the others had gathered around her, close enough to feel their collective body heat.

Smiling on the inside, she rested her hands on Jin's shoulder and leaned over him, her soft breasts slowly resting its weight over his firm chest, pushing agisnt it.

Anya could feel Jin's coiled leashed strength. She knew, she had a being more dangerous than a singular Vrâg beneath her.

She brought her lips close to his ear but did not say anything yet. She just let her breaths fall against his ear, stirring him up even more.

When a bid tremor rocked his body, she spoke, "I want you to fuck me in the presence of others."

Jin jerked away at that. "No." he immediately said.

Anya sat back and pouted, "That day inside the cupboard made me so hot Jin, I want to do that again. You know how badly affected I was, right? But this time, I want others to hear my moans."

Jin was already shaking his head, his voice firm and ungiving, "Never in my life will I ever let any living soul see your naked body."

Anya moved a little on him, rubbing herself just a little over him, "What if I say that they may only listen?"

"NO. Every single moan out of those sinful lips are just mine to hear when I am with you."

Anya knew that was exactly what he would say. She kept looking at him while she extended her hand with the handcuffs in them, "Cuff him." She murmured.

A hand reached for the cuffs and another pulled Jin's to the back of the armchair he was sitting on. Jin kept looking at her too, "Why do you want that?"

"Why are you judging me? Cant I want something that is not conventional?"

The cuffs clicked into place. Jin's jaw ticked as he tested it, "I will not do it, neither will I let anyone."

"Ah? Arissa completed her chocolates? Have you tried one? Its delicious." Anya said and leaned over him again to reach the side table.

Jin harshly inhaled at the contact.

Taking a handful of the chocolate, she asked him again, "Have you?" Jin shook his head.

Smiling at him, she opened one of the square, then popped it in her mouth. Leaning forwards, she gently mashed her lips against his, sipping from it, just rubbing her soft lip over his.

Jin moaned and opened his mouth to spear his tongue in her mouth, dominating the kiss. Anya let him.

One hand grabbing her hair and the other around his neck, Anya leaned into the kiss, hungrily devouring him.

A pulse of electricity shot in his groin as Seokjin lost control of his hunger.

Anya then pushed that cube of chocolate into his mouth, still sucking at it. Jin lapped it up, his tongue tasting the chocolate and her.

Anya bit into the cube and sucked his bottom lips, tugging it. The chocolate melted in their mouths, heir lips and tongue exchanging the taste between them, the insanity making the kiss harder.

Rougher.

Anya ground herself against his length, rubbing her soft soft core against his virility, sending continuous currents zinging through his stream.

They were eating at each others appetite, neither aware of anything except their lips.

Both of them spiralling over.

Anya bit lightly on his bottom lips and pulled it out. She sucked it in her mouth, plumping the flesh.

Letting go of it, she slicked his lips with her tongue.

Then sat back.

Her eyes dark, breathing heavily through her mouth, she looked at the crazed state Jin was in. He was thrashing against his binding, his eyes tinging with lust, his tongue constantly licking over his lips in an attempt to catch her taste.

"Was it good?" her voice was husky.

Jin bucked up hard on her, rubbing against her, "More." He demanded.

Anya felt a corner of her mouth being a little sticky. She turned back to see all the hybrids standing close to her, their eyes projecting their violent lust, their chest rising rapidly.

Focusing on Joon, Anya said, "Can you clean the smudge?" immediately his hands rose.

"What self respecting sex slave cleans a chocolate stain on his Master with his fingers?"

Joon's hands paused, as a low moan came from Hoseok and Taehyung. Namjoon bent down over her. Slowly, he flicked his tongue over her skin, licking away the chocolate.

Jin reacted violently at seeing Joon bent over the half naked temptress sitting on his lap, tongue tracing her lips. He almost lifted his hips out of the seat and roughly thrust against her, a deep groan at his bound hands wrenched from him.

Anya turned back to him and took off the wrapper of another chocolate. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and spread it apart, exposing his hard torso to her gaze. When she looked at him and licked her lips, Jin's composure, what little he had, shattered.

"Let me see you. Pull those straps down! Now!"

Anya tilted her head and let the long cool strand of her tresses fall against his overheated skin, trailing them teasingly as she placed another chocolate in her mouth, clutching it with her teeth. Bending again, she traced that chocolate over his skin.

Starting from his neck, she dragged it down over his collarbone, his pecs, going over ever dip and raise of his muscles, her soft lips trailing his skin.

"Let me hold you, don't be so cruel!" Jin was thrashing under her.

When Anya sat back, his body was painted in stripes of brown. She sucked on the remaining chocolate, as she gyrated over his hard length teasingly, lifting herself up when Jin tried to thrust.

Jin's eyes lasered on her, his face hard as he said, "I can fucking feel your dampness on my trousers, the heat coming from you. We can all smell your sweet arousal. Free me."

Anya smiled seductively and slowly trailed her finger over his chest, her touch feather light. She flicked his nipples once, eliciting another wild buck, then kept trailing her fingers over his rock tight abs, the muscles flexing against her touch.

Jin closed his eyes and threw back his head, the sweet torture twisting his body in a pleasure so acute that it made him blind to everything else.

When Anya's hand paused over his waist band, lingering over his skin, Jin spoke through his teeth, "Please don't stop. Not now. I am too far gone."

Anya's hand dipped below the waistband.

Her finger lightly stroked the length of him, butterfly soft in its caress, then, she boldly held him in her hands.

Air expelled from his lungs in a guttural rush while lightening seared his dark vision at that contact. Anya tested her length and then squeezed "Its so hot to touch." She murmured.

That innocent statement ratcheted up the force of his arousal into flames of hell.

Anya traced his weeping head, sliding her thumb over the sensitive place, smearing the wetness around. Jin shuddered hard at the fierce scorching wave of pleasure that was climbing to a deadly scale.

Anya bent forward at the same time, her hot little tongue, wetly tracing the chocolate of his skin, her luscious body moving sinuously over his while the incredible silken skein of her locks enveloped him in her heady scent. Her hands never stopped moving over him.

Seokjin growled at multiple assaults were made on his senses. The fever in his blood was dominating him now, the roaring need in him making him mad. His wrists were by now bruised due to straining. He still knew he could break them, but tried, tried really hard not to.

His groin pulsed viciously with his mounting pleasure, a litany of 'Master' falling from his lips as he kept thrashing with his eyes closed.

Anya hotly whispered in his ears then, "Please Jin? Please tell me you will fuck me in front of others?" she licked his ears, her warm breath rubbing his raw, open senses.

She bit his earlobe lightly then strongly sucked it as at the same time, she pumped him harder, her hands growing slick with his continuous wetness.

Kissing down his strong throat, she said, "I want show to the world how loud you will make me scream as you plunge inside of me."

At the base of his throat, she bit him. Hard.

Jin growled louder, the sound vicious as he blindly started thrusting in her hands.

"I will."" He panted.

Anya traced his lips with her tongue and lapped it, "You'll make them hear how hard you can take me? Show them who I belong to?"

Anya curled her tongue against his, while Jin sucked it and bit it. He was insane in the wave he was riding. "I will. I will, I promise I will."

Anya pumped him stronger, the sounds a bit sloppy, "Will you take me hard enough to rip me apart? Will you make me remember it? Will you hurt me so good that I cry out in pleasure?"

"I swear to you I will!"

And instantly, Anya stopped.

Her hands withdrew while she herself scooted back in his lap.

"Damn Eagle, You broke that easily?" her voice mocking, but with a hint of laughter in it.

The sudden stopping of stimulation when Jin was that close made him open his eyes to wildly look at her. He was panting, his forehead covered in sweat, as his body bucked involuntarily. His pupils were blown wide.

Anya rose up from his body, laughing, "And it did not even take any drugs." Shaking her head, she looked at the confused, aroused and violently dangerous hybrid with his hands tied.

"Am I that good or are you that weak? Or are you exactly the way I am? And you had the gall to test me?"

Unknown to the hybrids, Anya wanted them to understand the significance of this line. To realize the meaning behind it.

She wanted them to see themselves the way she saw them , the reality as it was.

Anya quickly took a step back as Seokjin broke his cuffs.

Jimin and Yoongi were suddenly there to pull him down on the chair. They wrestled with the Eagle, who was lost to any reason.

Anya shook her head and turned around.

Jungkook, Hobi Taehyung and Joon were all shirtless, covered in sweat and panting hard. But, their gazes were normal. And they were hiding their hands.

Oh.

Well better fate than their Hyung.

But Anya's heart warmed when she realised that none of them had touched her even though their own desire had been so acute. They had imprinted on her, their obsession would have turned their lust to an unbearable degree. But still, they did not lay a single finger on her.

The most lethal species in this planet or not, first and foremost, they were all pure souls.

Anya pulled her robe over herself as she passed them, gathering her hair to put it in a untidy bun on her nape.

"That was mean." Taehyung told her huskily.

Anya saw Jin still panting hard, leaning forward while bracing himself on his knees, his gaze on her. His eyes were clear and a small smile played on his lips.

Have to give it to the Eagle. His control is extraordinary.

Jin winced a little at the extreme discomfort of his arousal, "So this was my real punishment?" he said between his laboured breaths, "For what I did to you?"

Anya inclined her head, "You broke Jin."

Jin rested his head back on the chair and leaned back, "And what a lovely way to break it was. I would not change a thing."

Anya shifted uncomfortably as well, her own core drenched, "Even if you do attain your pleasure, I will be happy to know that it wasn't in the hands of the one you truly desired." Anya tied the sash of her robe.

"It was unfair of you to go about the method you had. The stakes were too high for the immense temptation I was battling with Jin. I would have never forgiven myself had I given in."

Though his breaths were still unsteady, Jin tilted his head and looked at her with an insolent smile, his pecs and abs on display as he remained sprawled on the chair, "You learn fast." He muttered, not giving any attention to what she said. He, was unrepentant on what he had done.

Rolling her eyes at the incorrigible Eagle Anya glanced at the rest "Goodnight. I'll be retiring for today." Saying so, she turned to walk to the door and unlock it.

"I'll be make sure that I let Arissa know just how delicious the chocolates were." Jin's voice floated to her seductively.

Anya pause and half turned her head, "Do you honestly believe what I did right now was just for your Punishment Jin? Then let me ask you a question. What happened with your Vrâgs?"

When pindrop silence followed her statement, she smiled and opened the door, closing it behind as she walked away.

The silence was carried for a long time, as the pack realised exactly what their Master had shown them, awed at it.

"Dragon's Breath.' Hobi murmured with a smile, "She calls us the fire? With what she is?"

"A virgin bested you Hyung," Jungkook said to Jin, "If she is this irresistible with no knowledge, what will happen when she acquires experience and knows what we each like? Rather than the fear of her surving us, we should be the one afraid."

Joon laughed at Jungkook's words, realizing something. Something that his Master had highlighted yet again.

"She wanted us to understand something else too." Joon did not know how he was fortunate enough to get her, "That Queen did this to make us realize not just about our Vrâgs, but what she feels we are to her."

Looking at his brothers, he gave them a bittersweet smile, "We are Virgins too."

Yoongi bowed his head as the epiphany struck him. Tae opened his mouth to protest, when he understood.

Unlike what Jungkook had said, they had no idea what they liked. None. Because they had never participated. They had never given consent. Drugs had taken care of their erections, biology had taken care of their release.

Looking at Seokjin, he understood that the Eagle had been aroused for the first time. He had experienced passion for the first time. He had participated, for the first time.

Which was why he had shattered in face of the challenge so spectacularly. Because he was a virgin in the sense of never having had all the emotions associated with joining of a body.

"Am I that good or are you that weak? Or are you exactly the way I am? And you had the gall to test me?"

The sweet curl of desire, the playful game of passion between lovers, the teasing, the need, the hard want, the foreplay. None of them knew what it was.

None of them knew how to make love. Because they never had.

All they knew was abuse. And rape.

Taehyung fell down to his knees, his heart stuttering.

He was not dirty. He wasn't filthy.

In a way, he was still a virgin. Someone pure, someone still untouched.

He still had his worth.

He was still . . . Clean.

Hoseok choked on his tears as he turned his head upwards and shut his eyes, "How did we get her? What have we done to deserve her?"

Gift after gift she had bestowed on them, in a way, where each time, the value of those gifts were truly discovered. Truly felt.

When the emotional silence blanketed the room in its peace, Yoongi's voice broke it, "Yes Hobi. We are the fire. Because Lava will always smother the fire in its course, its reach far deadlier than flames. She is that. We will always be defeated."

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3 AM :

Jimin climbed up the steps and reached her room. He had remained quiet in the library, even when the two realization she had gifted them with had brought him to his knees. He never knew it was possible to love her any more than he did.

But.

The scents, her outing, still played havoc with him. Since the office, he could not let that anger go. His Vrâg too was too agitated.

He knew, his possessiveness over her was slowly turning extreme, colouring it in dark tones, but he could not stop himself.

He had almost lost his identity, red tinging his vision when he heard her request to Jin. Thankfully reason prevailed before his rage took over.

His Master, would never want to do it. He and Yoongi had understood only a few seconds after she had made the request that she was playing with them.

Opening the door, he saw Kookie curled up on the settee, a lamp switched on beside him as he worked on the sketchpad, several colours and pencil scattered on the table. He was working on the designs.

Nodding once to him, Jimin steadily went to the sleeping figure.

Sitting down on the bed beside her, he caressed her cheeks, kissing her.

Anya shifted a little. Then woke up.

Smiling at him with sleepy eyes, she whispered, "Jimin?"

Jimin shifted her plait from her shoulder, "I am sorry." He said.

Anya looked at him, confused.

"They were right Master, Your trust IS addictive." And then, he plunged his fangs in her neck, covering her mouth with his other hand as he let the venom flood her blood.

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A/N : 36k

My friend had told me the best chapter length is within 5k😭😭😭

I didn't have time, which was why I did not break it in two chapters, but the next one wont be this long, I promise.

A lot happened in this chapter, right?

Jungkook's Vrâg story will be elaborated a bit more. Suhan's emotional side was seen, did you like it?

Clinic Visit!!

Gala!

Jimin is becoming a little unstable, caught that?

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Thankuuu to a lot of people for sending me wishes when I could not update, telling me its okay. I was feeling bad, but my duties really kept me from reaching my laptop. I was just coming back to my room to sleep for 5 hours.

(I wanted to give a pic of the black nightgown but then I thought it might be a little racy so I stopped myself.)

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