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Anya cut yet another call. She had really had underestimated the reaction of the society towards her hybrids.

Yes she had anticipated a wary protest for a hybrid model to be used for the first time, but knowing that seeing her brand, people would snicker about her intention of appearing lofty.

Surprisingly, this did not happen. Or if it did, the scale was too insignificant for it to reach her.

Next she had also assumed a craze for Jin, Hobi and Jimin.

But she had not anticipated such hysteria.

The calls did not stop. The gushing from the media still continued. Her PR team was still swamped. Apparently, the fact of models that mesmerising, who were actually slaves to be used in the society, created a stir.

The fact that the Hybrids of this world were seen for the first time in a light of desirable, of frenzied crazed wanting of a job which was only specific to humans, had caused the sensation.

The trip were more lusted after because they were supposed to be inferior and accessible to human, but as they were already owned by a figure in the society from who no one could take them, it put them in a status of being unavailable.

Beautiful hybrids.

Slaves

Untouchable.

THAT, was the root of the sudden allure along with the mysterious, seductive and mesmerising personas captured for the campaign.

Anya rubbed her temples as she switched off her phone after giving the necessary directions to her overworking PR team, who had to enlist the help of other tiers of staff. She straightened up on her settee, putting the laptop down on the coffee table, and stretched.

Immediately, she relaxed again.

Her muscles were still pleasantly sore from her date with her Jaguar.

Smiling at that thought, she was about to stand up, when a knock sounded on her door. She turned her head in its direction to watch it being opened without waiting for permission and a Tall, broad shouldered, dimpled man stepped through.

Instantly, a smile bloomed on her lips as she relaxed back on the settee, waiting for him.

He was dressed simply in a pair of black cargos and a fitting casual white tshirt, but his effect was devastating. With his hair slicked back and still wet from his shower, the white thin tshirt sticking in a few places and creased over his muscular physique, his long legs striding towards her while an air of courteous and refined aura clung to him.

An aura, which barely hid . . . . . more.

"Goodmorning." He smiled easily as he sat in front of her, his voice warm and inviting. "Had a good rest last night?"

Anya's eyes twinkled as she answered, "Well, I don't know. A certain someone sleeping beside me kept hogging me to himself, treating me like a side pillow. As squished as I was with his arms and legs thrown over me, you tell me," She leaned forward a bit, "Do you feel it was conductive of a restful sleep?"

Joon gave an unrepentant grin, his dimples deepening, "Extremely. For me at least."

"Shameless Wolf."

Joon shrugged, the smile not leaving his face, "If you feel that I can EVER feel bad for holding you close to me, then it speaks a lot of your delusions." After a pause, he added, "Master."

Anya shook her head, "At this point, it feels like the address is more of an insult rather than having a meaning."

"Why would you say that? It is the truth."

"Really?" Anya asked drolly.

Joon reached up to comb through his hair, the biceps of his arms bulging, the thin shirt sticking to his abs, "Fine, but don't go as far as an insult. Besides, why is it that I think it rather pleases you? The fact that we call you with the address but don't act it?"

"Its all in your head." Anya denied coolly.

Joon softly bit his lip, "Uh-huh." Then he leaned forward again, the humour dimmed in his eyes, "Joseph, Suhan and your Uncle have mostly filled us in on who all are attending and what are their ranks and weaknesses, is there something else that you want us to know? About the Gala today?"

"You know about my Godfather and the relations attending? Along with the key people and friends?"

Joonie gave a nod.

Hmmmm, look at that. My brother actually did a complicated long term job without getting prompted for once. Who knew? There might just be hope for him.

"Although, to be honest it was mostly Joseph who made the entire file and your uncle who assisted. Suhan came in the end to brush up as a summary."

That sounds more like him. Heaven might be blown to bits if changes that easily.

"So? What gaps do you want me to fill?"

"We mostly know about the attendees. Not what is expected of us."

Anya looked sharply at Joon, licking her lips she said in a low voice, "So sure something IS expected of you? Cant it just be that I want to show you all off and make sure that you enjoy?"

Namjoon heard her and a lazy twitch of his lips resulted in a confident smirk. He got up from his seat and slowly went around her. When he was standing behind her, he bent down. His arms wrapped itself around her torso pulling her back to his front.

Resting his chin over her head, he replied, "You think we don't know you?"

Anya closed her eyes as she let the heat from his body scald her, she enjoyed the hard prison he forged around her, "You don't think I want you to enjoy?"

One of his hand unwrapped itself from her midsection and his thumb softly rubbed her lower lips, caressing the cushiony pinkness, applying the slightest pressure to part them, "In the company of people who caused us despair?" he bent his head lower, kissing her earlobe lightly as she pulled her a little more to himself, "In a gathering of people whose past action drove you beyond your limits when you learned of it?"

Anya breathed out slowly but then licked the thumb playing with her lips.

Joon's body stilled at that, a tension thrumming through him. He pressed his thumb with a little more force while Anya willingly parted her lips to take the tip of it in her moist cavern.

She strongly sucked on the tip, her tongue flicking wetly over the tip, tasting him.

Joon sucked in a harsh breath and instinctively tightened his hold on her. He bit her earlobe softly, his hot breath on her ear, raising goosebumps in her body. She let go of his thumb and said huskily, "Careful now Joon. You might just be placing too much importance over yourself in my life."

A low seductive chuckle assaulted her, "If anything, I might just be placing too little importance." He kissed her exposed neck fleetingly and straightened up. Letting go of her, he took one step.

Expecting it, Anya restrained herself from reaching back to him, she barely stopped from leaning back to chase that warm hardness.

"We have long since become more than just your weakness Master. We have become your reason."

Anya felt a zing of excitement pulse through her at the accuracy of his statement. Still, she asked, "Reason of what?"

"Your everything."

Was it a good thing that he knew? That they knew?

How much was it shown? Could anyone look at her and understand too?

"Only three of us know Master. Not everyone can understand you." He dropped a soft kiss on her head, "Stop fretting." Saying that, he once again moved to her front, seating himself in the place he had vacated.

Anya did not need to know the names of the three that knew. Who could understand her. Sometimes earlier than herself. The other two were Jin and Yoongi.

"I want them all to want you." She said without any more delay. "Every person in that room. The whole Gala should have only one topic running rampant in the halls. Every one attending should only have one thing in their mind that they take away in their homes.

Whether it be seduction or your intelligence. Ruthlessness or a hint of danger, I want this event to become a party hosted only for you. Forget subtle. Blast through the etiquettes and meaningless chatter. I need you all to dominate the thoughts of every attending individual.

If they are talking to you, I want them to think of more, if they are not, I want them to long for it. The people who do not have you in their line of sight, I want them to be talking about finding you. The people in a different room, should be burning with curiosity.

Experiment, learn, have fun manipulating humans. Discover that side to yourself. THAT is the motive for this Gala."

Joon listened attentively to every word she said, his gaze on her focused. He continued to think about her words for a minute, stretching out the moment in a comfortable, yet charged silence.

"If anyone should touch us . . . ?"

Anya dismissively waved her hands "The part where I asked you to not be touched by anyone except me was only limited to the time in your life where you still considered yourselves to be slaves. Not applicable to now.

Do what you wish, flirtation, is a form of deadly manipulation if done correctly. My brother should be the expert example in it. I want you to learn this method too."

Joon nodded once, "You wont misunderstand?" He still ventured.

"Joonie . . ." Anya smiled at him, her heart soft at the sign of faint distress that she could sense in the Wolf, "You breathe only for me. Think I am unaware of it?"

His gaze sharpened. The obsession of the imprinting that he constantly hid behind the curtain of his manners and courteous nature, parted for a while, the flames blazing hotly for a moment before he willed it away and broke the eye contact.

But it was nothing that Anya did not know.

She softly said, "No Namjoon. Don't worry. Jealousy is only born from the insecurity of emotions which are perhaps not acknowledged, or shown. I can never become jealous of thinking you might want someone other than me. That corrosive emotion will never come between us."

Joon nodded, but then said, "I cant say the same."

Puzzled, Anya looked questioningly at him.

Joon took his time looking at her, and even more time before he asked, "Who is the person you had a crush on?"

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HOSEOK -

In the kitchen, Hobi bent over the machine, keeping his eyes locked on the coffee being made by it. But his concentration was acutely focused on the conversation ongoing in his Master's room. Not just him, but all the hybrids working and relaxing in the living room too had their ears attuned to the words being spoken by her.

While Jimin and Yoongi were working with Suhan on the Dining table, Tae and Jungkook reading something, or Jin simply lounging back, eyes closed with his coffee held loosely in his grasp on the sofa.

The morning sun flooded in the spacious and light room, everyone still in their casual attire, greeting the new day with each other, lazily happy in their home.

They had all gone about their last minute questions about the Gala to Suhan, had been keeping a light ear to the conversation of Joon and Anya, but it changed the minute Joon asked the question.

Every sense on high alert, every hybrid sat up a little straighter. Their facial muscles imperceptibly tightened.

Hobi took his glass filled with the brew and kept it on the counter. Bracing both his arms on the granite of the counter, he closed his eyes and just listened.

A soft laughter emitted from her. That laughter . . .

The voice reached inside his soul. Even as she had the capability to lighten his darkness, she always managed to make his insides clench tightly in an unidentified yearning too. A longing which never made sense.

Even though she was in front of her, Hoseok could never shake the feeling of her unattainability.

"I used to have a crush on? Suhan seemed to have been a little too thorough." She laughingly said, "But he should have also made sure that you knew that the crush has long since ended?"

He heard Joon reply, "We know."

"Then? Why the jealousy?"

Why?

Hoseok mocked himself as he heard her question.

Wasn't it ridiculous? This idiotic emotion?

He knew it, even more so when he knew he had nothing to fear, but still. To him, to the others, even though they could hold her, touch her. Kiss her. She still remained a Goddess too high for their lowly selves.

At times Hobi felt as though she was the one granting them a wish. A wish to let them have her. A wish to let them call her their own. As that Goddess, she indulged in their desires, but still remained at a station, aloof and above them, that would always make them kneel down.

She was someone they worshipped. Someone they revered. And that devotion was constant.

Their desires, their urges were violent for the Goddess, but ultimately she still granted it.

But faced with the truth of that Goddess had deemed to like someone. That she had appreciated and been attracted to someone on her own, it felt like acid in their veins.

No matter what, they knew, he knew, that the person she liked would be someone good. Someone different and splendid, to have caught her favour.

And that person was still present.

That person was going to see her again.

How could they not be jealous? How could they not be wary?

"We may have been given the permission to have you Master, and it is not to say that we have not availed it. You have never denied us of yourself, whether emotionally or physically. But . . ." Joon had taken up the answer.

"But?"

A moment passed, "But it was a permission given for our need. Not a mutual need matching ours. We were your hybrids, not your choice. You did not feel attracted to us, did not feel that desire, that spark on seeing us." A pause, "Master . . . we became yours, only then did you consciously decide to be with us. Whereas that person commanded your intrigue, your smiles, your favour by himself. He was someone you liked, without any attachments of situations. Tell me, is our jealousy misplaced?"

For a long minute, there was no answer.

For a long minute, all the hybrids in the house remained quiet, while Suhan worked without having any clue to the situation.

"Joon . . ." Anya's voice was helpless, as if she had trouble expressing her thoughts.

Hoseok opened his eyes at that tone.

Why? Why could she not candidly explain as she used to?

His tension was also brewing in Namjoon, who continued, "Am I wrong?" wanting to know, pushing her. Suddenly spiking up on a topic which was dormant in its potential. Suddenly letting loose the aggression of their doubts.

But that was precisely the moment when Jin got up from his seat. He kept the coffee on the table and wordlessly turned towards the staircase, his gait relaxed yet purposeful as he walked up the staircase.

"Joon, I never thought you saw my affections this way." Anya continued in a low voice, seeming to be a little daunted by what she just heard. A little, taken aback.

"Am I wrong?" Joon repeated his words, but a little more forcefully this time. His aggression was leaking in his voice.

Hoseok could not blame him, he felt the same too. Ever since that phone call from Lee Dong Wook, ever since knowing that his Master had preferred someone, had liked someone, he had been restless. Suhan hadn't been forthcoming about the details of the nature and the moments they had spent together, which had just made him think even more. . . his imaginations trying to fill in the gaps.

Then they had discovered that the person was Anya's Godfather's nephew. Someone she had been in contact with her whole life. Someone, who was still associated with her in her business. Naturally, their imprinting bond had flared.

The sound of the door being opened made Hobi jerk. Jin had reached their room.

"Joon? I need your help going through the list of the ministers coming today." Seokjin's clear voice rang out, "Help me with it." His command was absolute. There was no leeway in it.

For some time, a silence prevailed, following which, Hobi heard Namjoon getting up.

"A few of the ministers attending tonight are affiliated with the ministry of hybrids, the major key players who work behind the scene with their influence in the dictation of the company courses and permission required for the relative freedom granted by the owners in the field of business. Talk individually with them, with the intention of showing our prowess in a positive manner but restrained enough not to be labelled as threatening by causing the suspicion of giving a slight scenario of overtaking the hierarchy of human ownership is the task which is the most daunting." Jin said in an indolent voice.

"That is something left entirely to us. Something that is not easy to achieve. Instead of focusing on that, might I understand why is this irrelevant topic dominating your thoughts?" Seokjin's question was asked lightly, but Hobi felt the undercurrent of anger in the Eagle's voice.

Sighing, Hoseok took his coffee and trudged to the sitting room.

Jin, was always someone who would herd them in the relevant direction if he felt they were straying. Otherwise, he would leave them all to their own devices.

Joon too understood it.

"Sorry Hyung."

"No, No I think we need to talk about this! I never knew you harboured such feelings-"

"Master. We don't." Jin cut off Anya's panicked thoughts, "Not in the scale where discussion is necessary yet. I'd rather you rest for a while."

Before Hobi could listen to her reply, Yoongi got up from his chair, chuckling as he went in the kitchen.

"Hmmm? Huh?" Suhan looked up from his laptop towards the Jaguar.

"Nothing." Yoongi dismissed, "Its just funny when people have no idea of the bigger picture."

"What?" Suhan questioned again.

Yoongi just shook his head as he looked at the tense faces of Jimin, Tae, Jungkook and then flicked his eyes to him, "Ignorance is truly a bliss." Is all that he said.

Hoseok's brows wrinkled as he saw him leisurely fetching the utensils needed to make the breakfast Yoongi wanted. Lately, Yoongi's attitude was something that had been troubling him. The Jaguar seemed melancholic and at times dangerously threatening.

The change was something he did not understand. And it was not something that should have been taken lightly. The same change was slowly spreading through Taehyung. The same twisted pain which was not rooted in any emotional or physical wound.

Although their Vrâgs did know the reason, they were unwilling to let their human halves have the knowledge. All of their Vrâgs.

But.

Hobi turned to look at Jungkook, whose eyes were veiled as he tracked the movement of Yoongi.

But Jungkook was only his Vrâg, which meant he knew.

Taking a sip from his glass, Hoseok pondered over the fact as he watched the abnormally quiet Panther going back to the book he was reading, without offering any input to the situation.

The door upstairs was closed once again as he heard Joon and Jin going to the back of the house, towards the library.

Yoongi kept on making a simple omelette for himself, but his face held a mysterious indifference. An indifference which he was compelling ruthlessly on himself.

Just what was he missing? Hoseok thought to himself.

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EVENING :

Taehyung stood in his room, facing the mirror. They were to be leaving for the Gala in about half an hour. By this time, he should have had himself under control, but the case was grossly different.

With shaking hands, Tae took out the vial of blood Yoongi had given him, raising it to his nose and inhaling deep. The scent calmed him somewhat but the duration between the time needed to remain calm had decreased significantly.

All Tae felt in his bones was the deep seated desire to have her close to him. To hold her and not let go. Even if she suffocated in that embrace.

Even if she died.

Take her! Take her! Take her!

Keep her to you!

Separated from her once!

Taehyung tightly shut his eyes against his Vrâgs thoughts and groaned as he hunched over the vanity counter.

Opening his eyes, he saw his reflection up close.

His dark eyes were spasming, the colour of his Tiger leaking in his eyes and retreating fast. Faint black markings were blooming on his face and dissolving away.

He was dangerously unstable.

"Ready?"

"Does it look like I am?" Taehyung questioned Yoongi back as the elder stepped inside his room and quietly shut the door.

"You look good." Yoongi said.

A harsh laugh tore from Tae's chest, the sound jagged and mocking, opposite of the intent it should have portrayed. Taehyung straightened back to his height and turned to look at Yoongi.

Tae was attired in a deep dark red shirt, with onyx black pants and deep black suit. A crisp leather belt with silver buckle and Italian black boots. His dark hair slicked back with his ears flattened and tail inside the coat, he was looking devastatingly handsome.

The shirt was opened with two of its button undone, giving a glimpse of his golden toned chest. Reaching down, he pulled on a rimless specs, completing his look.

"Don't I?" he spread his arms as he mockingly smiled at the Jaguar, "Satisfactory, don't you think?"

Yoongi remained quiet as he looked on.

Taehyung dropped his arms and turned back to the mirror. His eyes, were still changing colour. His violent urges, were still twisting him on his insides. But none of it was reflected on the surface.

"Is the vial not helping?"

Another laugh, "I need more." Tae answered back.

Yoongi nodded, "When we come back, I'll get you another."

"And till then? You are the one forbidding me to do the merge, Hyung. These brutal tendencies will die down after the merge, yet knowing that I am enduring its backlashes while trying to make sure that she is not hurt by me. Do you understand what I am going through?"

"Are you really asking me this?"

Abruptly, anger engulfed Taehyung completely on hearing that answer. Turning back, he strode towards the still figure of Yoongi as he clenched his fists and said through his gritted teeth, "YOU, have NOT experienced what you are making me go through! YOU gave in! YOU never had to experience the fear of hurting her due to YOUR instability."

Charging forward, Taehyung grabbed the collar of Yoongi's suit and slammed him in the wall, "Why are you making me go through this??"

Yoongi remained calm as he allowed the Tiger to scream at him. Then, with a single smooth move, he pushed Tae away from him, sending him backwards a couple of steps as he himself smoothed his lapels, "Trust me. You don't want-"

"What consequences??? At least let me know the price which I am avoiding??"

"Memories."

The word shot out unwillingly from his throat, his voice tortured, "You, are avoiding the bleeding pain of memories Tae."

Taehyung abruptly shut up. He did not understand what was being said, nor did he grasp its meaning. But the tortured voice of his hyung alerted him of the seriousness behind it.

Tempering his voice to the calmest he could be, he ventured again, "What memories Hyung? What exactly aren't you telling me?"

For a moment, Yoongi's eyes became unfocused, seemingly lost in thoughts that made him unreachable. Still submerged in whatever he was remembering, he whispered, "Memories of a life lost. Memories of a White rose splattered with dripping red."

Before Taehyung could question him again, he shook himself from that train of thoughts. Eyes acutely alert again, Yoongi took a step towards the younger male and grasped both his shoulders, "We'll talk about this later. For this Gala, I have talked to Master. You and Jungkook will remain by her side as her shadow throughout this event. Only we will be mingling around. Her constant presence by your side will keep your agitation low. Right now you are only suffering because its been a long time since you were present around her. No, don't speak."

He stopped Taehyung from interrupting, "Tonight is an important night not just for us, but it will also be an event where undoubtedly D and X will be present. As you will be beside her throughout, make sure to catalogue every expression made by people she talks to."

"That will not be a problem." Taehyung said at last, closing his eyes and calming himself.

"No?"

Hearing the smile in Yoongi's voice, Tae opened his eyes to find a small smile playing on the Jaguar's lips.

"She is draped in golden shade tonight Taehyung. Your challenge will be to be able to look anywhere else except her." Arching one eyebrow, he asked, "Think you will be able to?"

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ANYA :

Anya was filled with a strange feeling, an unrest of sort.

Tonight, was indeed a huge day for her. This was the night when her hybrids finally debuted in the society, having an identity of their own. The night from when all of the rules changed, at least for her.

Looking forward to the excitement she had in her mind, she was still plagued with an unknown uncomfortable sensation.

Not minding about the death trap her brother was in, or the state of the ever needy Vrâgs, or her own play of the mysterious D, it was the talk with Namjoon which was bothering her the most.

Not the direct topic of him. Although he did take up her mind, how could he not? He had been gone for 1 year and would be meeting her again. The time when she got her hybrids. He was one of her friend, one of the good persons she had been fortunate enough to have known in her life.

Song Joong-ki.

But it had been years since she had gotten over her infatuation, the draw she had felt for him. Anya had never confessed to it, nor had she ever indicated anything about it to him. But she knew, that he had reciprocated.

He was 6 years older than her, with an intellect mature enough to understand not just emotions, but to also make sure to have her smiling and laughing in his company. He had waited for her to lead, being happy about being her friend till then.

Anya had forgotten about his attitude till this morning. It was only while talking to Joon that she understood that JS might still be waiting for her. Something, that she had not considered.

But more than that, a strange nostalgia had enveloped her when Jin had taken Joon away. Calling it as nostalgia would have been stretching it too far, but it felt too familiar.

A sense of past repetition. Of being forced to take up the choice of someone suited to her, of being forced in a union with someone she liked, but against a fierce longing for another.

Anya was swamped with a hazy memory of being forced away from someone she yearned for, burned for by people wanting her to unite with another. Of an acute sense of anger and sadness, of rebellion against the restrictions on her love.

But why?

When?

What were these emotions? Why were they affecting her to this degree? Something that clearly had never happened in this life?

A knock to her door.

Anya looked towards it, a bit surprised when the door remained shut.

Such manners?

"Come in."

"Surprised you, did I not?" Jimin smiled mischievously at her as he slid inside, then stopped on the threshold, the door half closed, as he stared at her.

His eyes slowly swept over her figure, not missing a single centimeter of her figure as his jaws clenched.

Amused, Anya stepped a little towards the middle. Seeing that she still had his attention, she turned around to give him the full picture of herself.

His gaze, steadily became molten, while a tinge of heretic and mad devotion crept up in his expression.

For the Gala, Anya wanted to make sure she had an elegant and sophisticated appeal, different from the blatantly sexual or ostentatious pattern likely to be preferred by her peers.

She had thus opted for an golden dress, the material lovingly emphasizing every single of her curve, while its neckline sat low on her chest, the smooth skin exposed.

Although a lot of the miraculous work had to be given credit to the concealer used to tone down the bruises and teeth marks Yoongi had so diligently gifted her.

Her hair was styled in curls which was gathered from one side and pinned with a beautiful set of gold leaf and diamond pins, to fall dramatically over her other shoulder and back, baring one side of her slender neck.

Her throat was encased in thin triple chains of diamonds, exquisite strings of the same pattern dangling from her ears, teasing the light reflecting from it.

With her azure eyes lined with kohl, her lips painted ruby, she looked like a stunning visage of a Goddess, come to pay a visit inn the mortal world.

"Change." Jimin bit out the word.

Anya barely supressed a smile. Eyes innocently peering up at her Cobra, she asked with the best hurt voice that she could manage, "You don't like it?"

The tic of his jaws continued as a vein pulsed on Jimin's temple. With steely eyes, he closed the door with controlled strength.

His eyes lodged on the creamy shoulders and hits of soft curves bared by the neckline and then insolently dragged to the full curves of her breasts pressing against the dress to her small waist.

"Change." He gritted out again.

"Jimin . . . Am I looking that bad?"

"Extremely bad. Change." Came his very crisp reply.

And that, made her humour burst in a blink. Melodic laughter gurgled out of her chest as Anya bent over her waist laughing gaily. Jimin still looked a little mad, but he was affected greatly by that beautiful laugh.

Anya staggered to her vanity seat to sit down, "Such a shameless snake." She choked out as the ripples of laughter did not stop.

Jimin came towards her, his eyes alight on her lovely face, those crimson lips with her pearly smile. An intoxicating sight which made him feel light, but still, "Change please Master. I don't want others to look at you greedily."

Anya felt him come impossibly closer and then reach for her. He slid his hands on her waist, effortlessly hoisting her up and kept her close to him. Her head coming till his chin.

Her earlier unrest dispersed due to her silver Menace, she glanced at him dressed entirely in black with a silver tie and flirted a bit, "I should be saying that to you Jimin."

"Don't. Please change?"

"How about this?" Anya hugged his slim toned waist as she challenged him back, "If you don't want them to look at me, snatch that attention away? Mesmerize them to look at only you. Think you will be able to do so?"

Although Jimin's eyes emitted a strange determination, before he could talk, Suhan's voice came to them, "WILL YOU STOP BEING A DIVA AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE ALREADY???"

Why? What had she done to get a brother as him?

Anya shook her head and pushed on Jimin to separate herself when the Cobra tightened his hold on her. She looked back at him.

"I wont let them remember you. Tonight." Voice of steel, the promise was as seductive as it was obsessive.

Touching the diamond Cuban link chain necklace Jimin was wearing, Anya said, "I am counting on it." Accidentally she looked in the mirror and startled. The image of their reflection pulsed through her.

A maiden with her dark hair loose draped in golden being closely held by a figure in black with the eyes of a dangerous fiend. His hands were possessive on her waist, his gaze wild and obsessed, yet his smile was gentle. And loving. While she, the girl in the embrace of such a devil, reflected a trust and happiness, uncaring of the danger the Cobra might pose to her.

Jimin glanced at the reflection which had distracted her and stilled as he saw their reflection. A slow pleased smile spread on his features as he bent down to her ears and whispered, "Sometimes the mirror captures a truth that the eyes are unable to see."

"What truth might that be?" Anya indulged Jimin playfully.

But there was no trace of humour in his dark eyes as Jimin bent down to light place a sweet kiss on her lips, "You are a captive to the dark."

"Really? What might be the price of my freedom then?" she separated herself from him and sat down to wear her heels. Concentrating on the job, it took Anya some time to realize that Jimin had not answered back. Looking up, she saw him gazing towards the balcony, his eyes a little unfocused.

"Jimin?"

Without turning his head, he answered her teasing question with a grave voice, "The second you let us touch you, your freedom was forfeit Master." Turning to her with a small smile, he continued, "Don't you know that by now?"

A chill ran down her spine at his dark almost sinister tone.

Anya knew. But now was not the time to be talking about such topics. Shaking her head she tackled her other heel, "Song Chul. You are informed about him?"

Jimin permitted the change of topic. He sat down on the floor in front of her and gently took the heels from her hand, to carefully assist her in wearing it.

He put her foot on his thigh and dropped a kiss on the ankle. Then he lifted the show to make her wear it, "The Minister we need to be wary of. I know."

"And about Gina?"

Task completed, Jimin stood up and placed his hands in his pockets, "Your good friend? Yep. She is married to another minister? Quite the power couple. . . I will remember not to offend or tempt her."

Anya laughed a little at the slight envy leaking from Jimin's tone at the mention of her friend, "She just happens to be someone who has never envied me, or taunted or even coveted what I have. Throughout the course of us being together in society, she is the only person coming from a wealthy family who has never wronged me or thought negatively. Although not loyal as Adora, she is the only one I will count as my friend. Someone that I like."

"It just seems in this Gala, a lot of your liked people are being brought out of the closet."

That was out and out jealousy. His tone was a little aggrieved, as if he really did not understand why she had so many people with whom he had to share her smiles and affections with.

Her sweet cute Cobra.

Borderline psychotic too.

Heaven knows why she could still classify that in the category of normal in her life?

"Jimin . . . You sound sulky that I have friends. Should I not? Should I remain lonely and arrogant with only you all beside me?" She gently reprimanded him, "Is it a healthy thought?"

"Is it too wrong of me to wish it?"

"Yes." Anya's answer was swift. "That kind of mentality is toxic."

"Whats wrong with being that way?" he challenged her and remained seated in front. His eyes glinting with displeasure, he asked, "In the position that you are in, in the way you command power, every single friendship made to you will be done either out of jealousy, or protection. None of them will ever be stemmed from real feelings. You are too above their station with much too power to be able to have the luxury of a normal friendship."

Holding her ankle in his hand, his fingers gently stroked her inch step while he said, "In such a case, having less such bonds with people who have ulterior motives is much better than having false sense of bonds in society. Do you disagree?"

Anya took in a deep breath. She had mistakenly thought that Jimin had a problem with her having many friends which would result in him feeling resentful about her divided time and feelings. She hadn't imagined, that he was thinking so much more deeper than a mere controlling persona.

Just as she was going to talk, his eyes flashed a shimmer of dark satisfaction which was gone in a second.

Oh Jimin . . . You really are good. I almost fell for it.

Reaching down, Anya grabbed her Silver Menace's ears and twisted it slightly. Immediately, a grin broke out on his face.

"Should I be afraid? A little bit more practice and no one will ever be able to detect your manipulations with the sound logic you give." Anya's voice carried a light laugh, a joyous exasperation.

"I suspect you will always be able to see through me."

"I myself am not that sure."

"I am." Jimin got up at last, "Simply because by now, none other can understand my plays. Except you."

Anya too got up but extended a hand to him, a hand which was gently grasped and then placed on his forearm, guiding her towards the door. "But seriously Jimin. Don't be toxic. As for Gina, she herself has a lot of power."

Jimin snorted, "Half of it is due to her husband."

Swatting him lightly, Anya said, "Be nice."

They had exited the room as Jimin replied. "Not a chance. Tonight is my turn to just indulge. I like playing with humans. I really like seeing them exhibiting the emotions I want them to feel, it amuses me to watch them react in the exact manner that I want them to." They slowly descended the stairs, "I have no intention of being nice tonight."

Anya smiled wide, "Then I will be looking forward to it."

"And I look forward to actually reaching there in time and getting home after the bloody headache of this atrocious social gathering!!!" Suhan was seething where he stood, "Now that your royal empress has finally descended in a gold foil plastic dress, can we leave??"

Anya's head snapped in Suhan's direction, "Gold foil plastic? Of course, such a weird comparison is expected from uncultured idiots such as you."

"Sorry I haven't asked the spirit of DaVinci to come possess me to refine my artistic tastes! I see things as they are! And if my weird comparisons sting you, then don't wear clothes which draw such comparison!" Suhan shot back.

Anya let go of Jimin to stalk forward and hotly reply, "Except a donkey headed brain dead person like you, no individual would even THINK of making-"

"Careful now sis. Seems like the foil might tear if you get too excited."

Anya chewed her tongue as she asked in an angry voice, "Say Jimin, how much venom is present in you right now? Enough for a bite??"

Jimin opened his mouth to answer but Suhan cut it out, "Yeah right. Ask for a third party to help. Wow. Nowadays you cant even have a verbal spar with me on your own. How the mighty have fallen!"

Around them, Taehyung and Jungkook were completely unbothered as they wore their boots, Hoseok scrolled through his phone while Joon had his face in his palms, groaning at the familiar scene.

Behind Anya, Jimin shook his head and went around them to go towards the door for their waiting car and was joined by Yoongi.

"Guys? Seriously?" Jin asked in a long suffering tone.

Both the siblings turned at once towards him and pointed their hands at each other.

"She started it!"

"He started it!"

Jin " . . . . . . " sighing he muttered to himself, "Would be better if we could leave these two behind."

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GALA :

The annual Gala of Kim Dahl was a big event for not just the people of South Korea, but worldwide. The Gala was usually hosted in Seoul or in New York. Kim Dahl had been a megamind property Tycoon who took the world by storm with his innovative approach and bold decisions. Anything that he invested in turned out to be a new direction. With the ability to understand and decode the future pattern and business ventures which would be fruitful, he was someone who had never tasted failure.

Although he had not come from a generational wealthy family, his career had elevated him to the level of the echelon of the society.

Since childhood, his friendship remained steady with Anya's father, their friendship the result of college dorm days. Since Anya's grandparents on both sides were rich in their own rights, only Dahl ever came to the level that their family occupied in terms of power.

Dahl had been her father's drinking buddy, his best man, her godfather. Although the man never married, his playboy ways were still now prevalent.

The Gala was something he had started as a show off to the world, a middle finger to the people who had once dared to look down on him. But as years had passed, it had taken on the form of a novelty, an event which was so exclusive, that an invitation to it became an official seal of confirmation about a person's superior status in society.

Still active in the business front, Dahl had connections and wealth, almost equal to Anya and Suhan. As such, no one dared to breathe any controversial word or action in his direction, his commands, feared and celebrated by the shallow wealthy and the cultured bloodlines.

Dahl in turn, was only exceeded by Anya and Suhan, with their Uncle's empire, half hidden from the world.

Since the peers were shoulder to shoulder when her Father had the helm of the business, it was only natural that her Godfather and his family had spent a lot of time with her and Suhan. The family he had consisted of his sister, and her son.

They would be in attendance tonight too.

As the two limousines taking Anya and the rest slowly arrived at the castle like house Kim Dahl had brought, Anya looked around to the 3 hybrids seated in her car.

Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook looked extremely reserved and Handsome as they watched the outside with a cold, aloof disinterest.

Even though it had only been months when she had brought them home and all her hybrids had been so intrigued and excited to see the open world that they had been almost plastered nervously to the windows of the car, the change now in them was stark.

The attitude they had right now was not forced or contrived. They really had changed.

Hoseok had worn a tight fitting black tshirt with the black suit, his Cuban necklace, 2 chains by his suit trouser and pocket, his black hair slicked back with gel, he looked too suave and ruthless at the same time.

Jungkook on the other hand had dressed similar to Yoongi with all black shirt and suit with his top three buttons undone. He was lounging back on his seat, his eyes holding a bored detachment and yet a hint of danger.

Not being able to resist, Anya asked, "Jungkook?"

On hearing her voice, the immediate reaction was curious to watch. With a happy smile blooming in his eyes, Jungkook looked up at her, his hard eyes melting in a gentle twinkle as he bent forward in his seat, his body leaning towards her, "Hmm?"

At that moment, for a while, Anya took a pause to swallow, because it wasn't just the low timbre of his seductive voice, but the two other keen laser focused eyes trained her way, burning with banked fire as they yet again traced her figure.

"You know you can button up by at least one, right?" Anya asked her Panther.

Ignoring Taehyung and Hobi's indolent and intense perusal of her, she focused her attention on her sweet panther, expecting that shy smile to expand and him to maybe shyly bow down his head and then button up.

What she did not expect was his smile to turn downright wolfish as he held her gaze. He lifted his hand to the third button and his long fingers toyed with it. Involuntarily, Anya's gaze went to the portion of his sculpted chest bared for her pleasure.

She flicked her eyes back to his and saw a deep satisfaction in them. He leaned forward even more and then whispered, "I wont."

What?

Jungkook's expression was progressively becoming wilder as he said, "This Gala has too many occasions and people to distract you from me. The more I realize it, the more I dislike it."

"And you think the way you dress will keep my attention on you?"

Jungkook said nothing as he relaxed back on his seat, a small smile playing on his lips as he kept looking at her, confident in his assertion.

Anya turned her head away.

How and when did my sweet hybrid suddenly become this seductive?

"Speaking of it, why are you and Taehyung to stay by my side?" Anya tried to make her voice sound unaffected but she had no idea if she succeeded or not.

The poor girl was stuck inside a car with three Vrâgs who were looking at her with an almost maniacal possessive manner, their eyes devouring her where she sat. how could she remain unaffected? Especially when they were all hers?

"I am too unstable right now." Taehyung's deep voice spelled out the fact plainly.

Frowning, Anya looked at him. She hadn't known anything about this. "Unstable?"

Tae nodded, "I am on the verge of the merge. But Yoongi hyung has forbidden me to."

Huh? "Why?"

Taehyung shrugged, "You'd get better results than us maybe if you were to ask him."

Yoongi was being secretive with even his pack?

"Later . . . Master, not now."

Anya turned to look at Hoseok, and before she could ask him the meaning of his sentence, she blurted out, "You have contacts on??"

Hoseok paused, an uncertain expression gathering on his face, "You . . . Don't, like it?"

"No." Blunt.

Hoseok's eyebrow raised high on his forehead as he seemed undecided whether to be flattered or insulted by it, so Anya hurried to clear it, "Its just . . . Its your identity to me. Your eyes are special to you, and I love seeing them. This-just seems-" after a pause, "Odd."

A husky chuckle graced her ears as soon as she finished speaking.

"You find the eyes of a Python special but a normal pair odd?" Hobi's smiling voice was making something in her chest squirm as he looked at her while thumbing his own lips lightly.

Drat it all why the fuck are they getting so damned irresistible with each freaking passing day???

Anya took in the sharply handsome Hoseok with his killer style and smile, the brutally sexy and aggressively seductive Jungkook and the otherworldly Taehyung with his merciless attitude and intense soul flaying beauty.

"For the sake of my sanity, we need to reach there soon." Anya murmured.

"15 minutes more." Joseph called out from the front.

Anya tried to look outside and stiltedly started saying, "Crème de la crème of the society will be present there. According to what I know, most of the people will already be known to you as they are the ones, I have been told, had a hand in your . . . . . entertainment participation of their parties. Please don't let anyone take any liberties. Hybrids will also be present and while they will not be mistreated as the Auction and nor will there be any open vulgar display, they are usually used as a means of showing the powerplay a person has. It will be tasteful but demeaning. Seeing you guys will not just be a trigger after the successful campaign launch but also because it will be inconceivable that hybrids are given the same status as themselves. Please carry yourself with enough decorum that those protests, while on the tip of their tongue, will not actually be voiced."

She still did not look at them but felt their gazes on her, "I will NOT be defending you. I want them to see that you answer to only me. And not anyone else. NO one else can control you, and while you can be polite, deferential and dignified, a spine of merciless danger is hidden behind the mask. Balance it in a manner that none raise questions on your Code, but leave a suspicion that I might have something to do with your personality. . . any training or drugs. Okay?"

"You look entirely too tempting to be allowed to remain dressed."

Her heart stuttered badly. She looked at Taehyung, as his eyes were firmly fixed on her waist, the tip of his tongue moistening his lips. Jungkook nodded imperceptibly and with equal impudence, continued,

"You would look the best wearing only the jewellery we designed for you." His face becoming serious, he repeated, "Only. That."

"Jewellery?"

"Its a surprise." Hoseok said simply.

Day by day its becoming difficult to control them. Somehow, I am starting to miss the days they only thought themselves as my slaves.

Anya sighed, "Have you listened to what I said?" And tilted her head to let her curls shift over her shoulders.

"Hmmm."

The journey resumed in silence for a few minutes, after which Jungkook sighed loudly, "Your scent is driving me crazy right now. It's a testament of my will power that I am not-"

"Step on the accelerator Joseph, Please!!" Anya called out.

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15 MINUTES LATER :

The two cars entered the venue in line as the Grand Castle had its gates opened for the various richly attired elites to alight from their vehicles and start the evening with the spotlight on their appearance.

The driveway was filled with staff who were present to open the gates of the car and allow the individuals to exit in a royal manner and then help with any adjustments required. Many women and men got out of the cars with their designer dresses and furs and mink, jewellery and diamonds dripping from their bodies, as they mingled outside with their peer.

Every couple or individual brought their hybrids, who were all dressed in trousers and thick collars with leashes attached. Few also had flimsy see through shirts on. They all stood with their eyes downcast behind their Masters, their hands similarly attached by its manacles to the leash.

The hybrids walked behind their Masters, in some cases, when any friend falsely made up a charge of their impudence as by them looking at their shoes for too long, the Masters laughingly encouraged the friend to slap their hybrids, who took the slap and crouched down on the gravel to kiss their shoes two times in the form of apology.

Such exemplary manners were vastly praised and then the hybrids forgotten as the people went on with their own gossip, forgetting the hybrid, forgetting that they were beings with feelings, forgetting the inhuman indignity forced on them.

The peak form of having acquired, trained and showing a good hybrid was always a topic of discussion. Just like any groups would want to praise any dogs for being well behaved, the situation with hybrids was even worse. While the temperament of the dogs could sometimes be called for an indulgent owner who spoilt them rotten, with beautiful idiotic clothes and jewellery, it was still an unwritten rule that hybrids would only ever be treated as slaves. Lower than dogs. Or pets.

Even in a cultured setting and event like this, the superiority of the humans were always balanced against the slaves they had, the pastime to abuse and humiliate which was considered a normal everyday life treat equaling to the work of eating or drinking.

This Gala was also one of the cesspools.

Hybrids were made sure to be dressed in only trousers, or the more flamboyant hybrids, whose owners clearly wanted their status as pleasure slaves announced to the world, would usually be dressed in gauze, chains, see through dresses, feathers equally ostentatious pieces which proclaimed their status without any questions arising.

Heavy metal choker collars, manacles or thick bracelets of captivity over the hybrid's legs, wrists and throat were a standard.

Watching the normal scene which Anya usually had overlooked, she was filled with a wild sense of excitement. An excitement so joyous, that she was bouncing on her seat, barely able to keep up the dignity.

Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook had been watching the environment and actions closely as their car glided in the courtyard. Their expressions were neutral as they witnessed the behaviour outside. But when they sensed movement from Anya, they glanced over to see her eyes alight with extreme mischief, her beautiful lips barely holding back a delighted smile, they melted.

The three hybrids understood at once what had prompted the emotion. They smiled at her excitement, their eyes soft as they watched their Master twisting the fabric of her gown, impatient to get out of the car.

They shook their head once and turned around to observe again.

It seemed even though all the guests had arrived in their own luxury vehicle and limousine, somehow, they recognised Anya and Suhan's ride. The guests socially mingling and talking to their peers in the courtyard had turned their greedy eyes on their car, some ladies fluffing up their hair while pulling the neckline of their already low gowns lower while men seemed to adjust their suits, beginning to walk in the direction of their cars, to make their acquaintance and start the night with their favour.

Anya and Suhan were the Prince and the Princess of this kingdom of wealth, and every single one of the attendees wanted the favour of being known and accepted in the sibling's company. That, in itself was the highest peak of social standing one could achieve.

"Suhan will be in the same state." Hoseok murmured so lightly that it was only heard by Jungkook and Taehyung, Anya not having hearing sensitive enough to pick up his voice.

Equally lightly Taehyung snorted, "Please. He will be way more excited than her."

Jungkook nodded, "Somehow I feel, this Gala is going to be more amusing entertainment show for these two than a pivotal moment they keep telling us to treat it like."

"What are you all buzzing about?" Anya suddenly asked.

Hearing her, involuntarily Hobi and Taehyung let out a laugh. Her pitch was high like a little child excited for an excursion.

Dutifully, they composed their faces into innocent expression and turned to her, "Just thinking about tonight."

Anya opened her mouth to reply but got distracted as their car came to a stop. She hurriedly looked outside to see Suhan quickly walking towards them from their car.

Suhan reached them and opened the Door to unceremoniously grab his sister's hand and very inelegantly haul her out of the car.

Every person in attendance put an effort to maximize their entrance, or their first impression to the others, making sure to become pretentious enough. That was just how hollow and shallow the rules of the elite were. To show off their styles, their dresses, they would wait for the doors of their car to be opened, then wait for their male partner, staff or hybrid to extend their hand.

With first their hands dripping in jewellery, they would slowly put one foot out of the car, taking time to gradually exit it, trying their best to captivate the eyes watching them and arrogantly show their beauty, sophistication synonyms with their personality. Their indifference haughty and stylish.

That was the norm.

So the amount of people wanting to see the Princess of the Gala to gracefully step out of her car were many. The expectations on her was high as they eagerly waited to catch a glimpse. Anya was famous for attending only select social gathering, having the opportunity to see her, and her much talked poise was taken seriously. Was desired.

They wanted to see Kim sibling's innate nobility and Dignity right from the start of the evening.

But in reality, what they saw, was the beautiful golden Goddess being jerked out by the extremely handsome Suhan, while she herself looked like she almost mini jumped out of the car, the train of her gown still inside as she hastily closed the door and huddled together with her brother to talk with maniacal grins in both of their faces. They whispered madly, looking a pair of unhinged witches gossiping at length.

The crowd, was bewildered.

And mildly shocked.

And confused.

In the other car, Namjoon face palmed himself hard while Jin just sighed and refused to look out.

"Those, are supposed to be our MASTERS." Jimin was resolutely NOT looking outside.

"More like naughty little children up to no good." Jin lamented.

Yoongi on the other hand, was smiling, looking at the happiness in Anya's eyes. The excited way she talked, the way she was thrilled, tugged at his heartstrings.

"How is it that luck smiled on us so beautifully to give us her and her family?" he murmured softly. Hearing him, the other three looked up, their lips curving up.

Outside, the siblings were completely unaware of the speculations and gossip, too hyped up to notice.

"Can you imagine the way they their eyes will bulge when the pack steps out??" Anya whispered in a high pitch.

"No you idiot! They have already seen a taste in the campaign! Imagine their faces when they Talk to them!" Suhan replied.

"I know! Especially the people who have seen them or used them in different parties!" Anya cackled.

"Let go of that, imagine the ripples with the ministers!"

"And when they discover the freedom? When they understand that they cant touch them? When they realize how damn charming and dangerous they are???"

"I cant Wait!! Damn, I never thought these ridiculous farce of play acting to showcase the idiotic stupidity of the society's non applicable culture parties could seriously make me look forward to spend my entire evening, revelling at the coming scenarios!" Suhan was almost rubbing his palms.

"Same! Like same-"

The door to Anya's car opened a bit, "Master? None of that will happen if we remain seated here." Hoseok's gentle voice tried to bring the siblings back to the reality of the evening that they conveniently seemed to have forgotten.

Taehyung and Jungkook shook their head and Hoseok waited patiently as Anya and Suhan let out a high pitch squeal of enthusiastic happiness. Thankfully, only hybrids were able to hear the noise.

The pack patiently waited while the Kim siblings slowly regained their masks.

"You guys have fun tonight." Joseph's merry voice came from the front of the car, "And take care of those two idiots, alright? I fear there might just be some situations when these two will stir up trouble. Try to cover up their image?"

Taehyung turned back to the older man, "Never thought we would have to keep eyes on them in an occasion like this."

Joseph laughed, "They are too happy. Don't blame them."

Tae smiled too. He glanced back at the siblings, their joy cementing the truth in his heart even more firmly. Vrâg or not, Dangerous or not, Anya and Suhan genuinely loved them. They not only accepted them, but celebrated their true nature, never trying even an iota to change them.

And, they wanted the world to know that.

"We'll keep an eye on her." Jungkook promised.

But the older man shook his head, turned back around and sighed, "She is not the one I am concerned about. HE is."

The door to their car opened and Anya poked her head in "You guys ready?"

Hoseok leaned in to place a small lingering kiss on her cheek, "Are you happy?"

Anya looked at Hobi startled at the sudden question. Taking advantage of it, Hobi kissed her sweet lips, the warm impression of his lips parting her softness, his tongue fleetingly tasting her.

Anya did not anticipate such a sudden sensual attack and as such remained still, dazed by his taste.

Hoseok withdrew. Then looking at her wide eyes, fell into temptation to kiss the tip of her nose once more. "We are ready."

Suhan signalled the other car and backed away with Anya, turning away towards the venue, their cold, indifferent masks in place. As the security staff of the gala hurried forward to welcome them, all motions around them stopped.

The whispers ceased as did the rumblings.

The sound of the car doors opening and boots falling on the ground was clearly heard in a courtyard full of people.

Every eye blankly looked at the 7 hybrids, their gazes frantically lapping up their otherworldly appearance while their minds were in a complete blur.

These were hybrids dressed in the finest suits, with no collar or manacle, eyes staring straight ahead and cold, their hands nimbly pocketing their mobiles as they strode forward with an insolent confidence so thick that people instinctively lowered their eyes if they connected with the hybrids.

Outrage warred with incredulity and deepening lust, as the attendees watched, open mouthed, as the 7 hybrids stood around Anya and Suhan, and collectively, the group made way to the entrance.

The attitude of the entire group was arrogant and superior, the hybrids too, having an aura of merciless indifference as they casually walked forward with the elegance of nobility.

None of the slaves spared one single look at the humans around them, their icy gaze focused only on the security who was nervous in front of them. He knew hybrids were to be received as slaves but the Kim siblings were to be received as royalty. In a dilemma, he stood undecided.

Until Suhan arched an eyebrow.

Immediately, he bowed deeply and instructed the doors to be opened.

Stunned silence followed the entrance of Kim Anya and Kim Suhan with their hybrids as the elite and wealthy had no precedence of how to structure their reaction.

Stepping inside the reception hall, sensing the myriad eyes trained on them, a small fire of disdain lit inside her chest as Anya suppressed a mocking smile.

Oh yes. This was going to be an evening that she enjoyed immensely.

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AN HOUR LATER :

BAR :

Hoseok leaned back on the high stool of the bar, his long fingers toying with the rim of the glass still half filled with whisky.

A small smirk played on his lips as he casually looked over the packed bar room and swept his gaze over dozens of eyes hurriedly looking down as soon as they saw him look over. But the next instant, they greedily set their gaze on him again, as if they could not get enough.

None were brave enough to come talk to him, but nor could they stay away.

The onlookers saw the mysteriously seductive hybrid conk his head to a side, his posture lazy as he took a small sip from his glass. Everything about him drew them in magnetically, his sex appeal almost strangling them in desire until they could barely stop themselves from reaching out.

But his eyes.

That cold icy stare stopped them.

Hoseok turned towards the Bar and smiled as he extended his hand towards the small plate of dates in front of him. The sleeve of his coat shortened as a result, letting the people see the heavy and expensive black watch glinting on his wrist.

The barman, who was unconsciously waiting on him, pushed the plate of dates closer to him and asked, "Sir, do you need anything else?" and then froze, as the hybrid focused on him.

Hoseok stared at him as his fingers kept toying with the rim, the action making the 3 women sitting beside him clench their thighs, their tongue licking their lips as they stared at the slender fingers, imagining it on them, inside them, toying with them.

Hoseok lifted the glass a little and lazily said, "Somehow, I don't find this to my taste." He pushed the glass with a flick of his wrist, making it slide across the table. Then he tilted his head towards the other side of the bar. His voice as frigid as his eyes, he said, "Leave my line of sight."

Hearing that, the barman hastily took the glass and shifted to the other side, obeying the command of a hybrid.

The onlookers breathed in rapidly, their anger and lust rising in equal parts. The audacity of a mere hybrid getting away with commanding them and behaving as equals raged inside their minds at the same time as a wild desire to claim this bold and mysterious hybrid with such elegance and cruelty ravaged their hearts.

The aura of danger in the relaxed personality of the hybrid was evident. As was his extreme appeal. But all they could do was just look.

At that moment, another tall man entered the bar. His gait was unhurried but there was no mistaking the dominance of his presence as he turned heads by merely walking in the room. Dressed in a black suit with a dark grey silk shirt, his physique was broad and sculpted, his muscles slightly straining the sleeves of his suit.

With his dark grey hair styled back, his face was brutally masculine. He spared no one a look as if deeming them all beneath him and made his way to the Hybrid sitting on the bar stool.

The hybrid welcomed him with a warm smile and rotated his stool to face the one beside him which was empty. Hoseok lifted his fingers and glanced at the barmen, who almost tripped on his feet in the hurry to come towards the dark grey haired man who seated himself beside the present hybrid.

"Scotch." Was all he said.

The people seated around the room shifted and started their frenzied talks again, a thrill going through the crowd as they understood that the man was yet another of Kim Anya's hybrids.

Namjoon comfortably perched himself beside Hoseok and laughed a little. "This IS amusing. I never thought it would be." He looked to the glass given to him and nodded a little thanks to the bartender.

Hobi chuckled, ignoring the increase in the scent of lust from women beside him at hearing him. "Neither did I."

None of them had actually imagined it to go this way.

Once they had entered amid the unnatural silence, Anya and Suhan had headed towards a known place where a handsome old man stood, they bowed to the extremely jovial and smiling man who hugged Suhan and kissed Anya's forehead warmly.

Then, with the focus of every guest in the room when Anya and Suhan had introduced them to their Godparent Kim Dahl at last, the way Joon and the rest of them bowed and then extended their hands for an handshake while speaking politely to him about having heard a lot about him from their Master had frozen the poor man where he stood.

Kim Dahl had blindly nodded and accepted the gestures, his mind too blown to comprehend what or who were talking to him so normally while Anya and Suhan casually looked on.

No one had talked.

Or maybe it was that no one knew what to say.

There, in the most prestigious event of the elite society, stood 7 hybrids, proudly looking straight as they daringly reached beyond the status the world gave to them as slaves, their self respect and confidence at par with their owners.

There, in that event, stood the rest of the society, baffled and shocked as they could only watch Anya and Suhan indifferently conversing as they paid no heed to their slaves, slaves who had no mark of subjugation or awareness in them, boldly seduce them all with just one glance.

"Are they still dazed?" Joon chuckled low.

Hoseok's smile grew even more amusing as he recalled the various people wanting to come forth but stopping and backing away.

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After the introductions were all done, knowing that they were the centre of every individual's attention, Anya had turned to her pack and said conversationally, "Well, if you want please do go around and enjoy yourselves although I still want Taehyung and Jungkook to stay by me as I go to greet my friends."

At once, all of the pack had bowed to her and murmured, "Master."

That display and driven the astounded confusion of the crowd in an even bigger frenzy.

A pack of hybrids who were so insolent and against the conformity of their attested role of the society as slaves, being utterly slavish to the Master? Then why were they allowed to behave and dress in this manner? If they were indeed slaves, then why was the Master quiet as they violated the entire code of conduct of servants?

Right after that, a brave soul, who later Hoseok came to know was one of the big media tycoon had come forward to meet them.

"Ms. Anya," he had genuine infatuation in his eyes as the late 30s man took her hand to kiss the back of it, "It's a pleasure to be able to make your acquaintance again."

"Mr. Yang. You flatter me." Was Anya's husky reply.

The man had then turned to Suhan and bowed, "I am truly delighted and looking forward to be sharing long conversations with you tonight."

Suhan being Suhan, had not even bothered to be polite enough to give the man a reply, instead had simply given a small nod.

It was only after following the proper politeness so as to not offend the siblings that the man had looked at them all keenly and said, "Your slaves are very well dressed, and given quite a lot of liberty. But I need to remind you that according to the government and Hybrid constitution, each hybrid needs to have a collar of ownership."

Once his voice died down, a silence descended over a party of hundreds in a castle.

Anya and Suhan's icy blank stare at the person started to weigh down heavily on him, who unconsciously shrank back as fear started taking root. Glancing once at the host of the Party, Kim Dahl, who was still dazed enough not to understand the flow of conversation, Yang truly felt fear at offending the Kim siblings.

He tried to defend his own question, "There are ministers present, I only spoke so that you would not undergo any unpleasantness tonight. Of course I understand that YOUR hybrids will naturally be different from the hybrids of us lowly people but I just wanted to make sure that-"

His frenzied speech tapered down as a mocking and amused laugh came from the group of hybrids behind Anya.

Speechless, stunned and humiliated, at the thought of a hybrid laughing at him, Yang stopped abruptly.

Jimin's laugh was hypnotically arresting, as was the spiralling sinister tinge in it.

"Its amusing the way you are selling yourself short. Isn't the fact that law is the same for all, even you "lowly" people? Then why would you be so frightened?" Jimin asked Yang.

That was when Hoseok too had to supress a smile. Because at the fact of a hybrid talking back and mocking a media tycoon, the room collectively gasped.

And that, prompted Anya to bite her lips and clench her fists. That dramatic reaction had badly triggered her laughter.

She was on the verge of laughing at the comical incredulous expression which seemed to be carbon copied in everyone's face.

Which was something, that would really go against her image of elegantly ruthless.

The pack looked at Suhan as they expected him to save the situation, only to be horrified to see him struggling from holding back his laughter too.

Joon hastily stepped forward. He bowed in front of Yang and smoothly said, "It is only right for Mr. Yang to have such a question. Good evening, my name is Namjoon." He stepped forward and continued, "I express my sincere apologies for the misunderstanding. Obviously, we are incredibly touched by the friendship you share with our Master so as to try and prevent a mishap. But your fears are unfounded."

He indicated his diamond encrusted platinum Cuban link necklace, "These are the signs of our servitude. As far as the definition for the collars are concerned, I do believe they are accurately pointed." He paused for a bit and smiled, his dimples flashing,

"As you have expressed already, I am delighted to see you have the understanding of my Master's and Suhan's temperament and . . . distinction, is it truly a source of surprise being confronted to the way they like their hybrids to be?"

There, in the city of Seoul, in the biggest party at a castle for atleast a hundred uber wealthy guests, a silence envying purgatory commenced to stretch on.

And on.

And on.

Eyes restlessly moved from one hybrid to the next, their beauty, boldness and unavailability slowly dominating their senses.

Standing at various junctions, seeing the Beautiful Golden Goddess and an equally handsome as a devil brother smirking, surrounded by a group of darkly seductive hybrids, the audience of the scene adapted to the blatant power display of the Kims.

As soon as they grasped that these 7 slaves would never be touched except by explicit permission from their owners, the covetous eyes of the mass began to scrutinize the hybrids even more.

Their appeal ratcheted up, even more.

The desire to lay their hands on those slaves multiplied, even more.

They wanted.

They lusted.

They craved.

Even more.

Because one thing became apparent. These hybrids were never going to be shared, and these hybrids just became the most desired not just because of their magnetic personality and extraordinary beauty, but because they became the untouchable apple.

Rumours and gossip spread around as wildfire in the crowd as Anya, Suhan and the hybrids dispersed in the event, guided by Kim Dahl while two hybrids remained close by Anya's side.

The two hybrids beside her, looked more like her bodyguard than her slaves.

Seeing them in such enthrallingly masculine personas, it took a long time for the observing crowd to still connect the dots of them being the hybrids that were usually the highlight of entertainment in their previous parties.

Once that realization sank in, the frenzy in their blood and the hate in their veins exponentially increased.

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"More like observing." Hoseok replied Joon.

Joon swept a glance across the room and lowered his voice even more, "Good. If we want to find anyone suspicious enough to find or even get a little understanding of D, identical stumpted and shocked expression is not conclusive."

Hobi tilted his head, his sharp jaw and side profile attracting attention as he replied, "I am more interested in Lee Dong Wook. He is here right now."

Joon nodded, "Jin is searching for him."

That made Hobi let out a disbelieving laugh, "Jin? Can he navigate two steps with that crowd around him? Let alone find the man to have a private conversation?"

As soon as the people had recollected the identity of Jin and Yoongi, they had swarmed to both the hybrids, but mostly Jin.

His Adonis like beauty, the campaign and the memories of his being debauched at the parties they used to have was a dangerous elixir of temptation that the human were getting drunk in. The clamouring was wilder as they surrounded him to talk, seduce or try and lure but no one lifted a single finger to touch him.

None were that brave as to go against the wishes and be accused to lay a single finger on the hybrids of Anya or Suhan.

The way they restricted their vulgar needs, the hybrids were yet again faced with the unfettered realization of the power their Master commanded.

"Somehow, Hyung is managing." Joon replied. "How is it that people are not swarming you? I thought due to the overwhelming amount of response from the campaign, you'll be the next to be scrutinised."

Hobi picked up a date from the tray and bit into it as he kept looking at Joon, who sighed with realization, "Come on, no."

A small smile playing on his lips, he said nothing.

Joon glanced at the seated people and understood what he had done. Every eye was drizzling with desire. And every eye was filled with anger.

Hoseok's method of choice was toying indifference of casual insults.

And no one had escaped that treatment.

Joon shook his head and said, "At least you are enjoying more than Jimin."

At that, Hoseok burst out laughing, his laughter drawing everyone in. But it could not be helped.

Jimin was the only hybrid who wanted to really enjoy this event. He had high plans and aspirations of making everyone fall in his seductive trap while he would play with them as he liked. And everyone is the household knew that the Cobra HAD the ability to draw in victims inside his spider web.

Who was to know, that as soon as they went in the main ballroom, Anya and Suhan's parents would come to greet them, and their mother would actually be worried about the sweet and cute little hybrid Jimin being left alone in front of the wolves?

She had soundly scolded Anya for not understanding the risks and the whisked her sweet baby hybrid with her, so as to keep him safe by her side by making sure that only virtuous old ladies talked with him, and made sure that he remained seated beside her. She did make sure that he would eat and drink all the food available, while repeatedly squishing his cheeks and planting kisses on his head and introducing him as the most wonderful angelic and harmless hybrid in the world.

Poor Jimin could only smile and nod.

Smile and nod as his cheekies were repeatedly pinched. Smile, as he was awwwwed over, time and time again.

Seeing the treatment the Cobra was receiving, Suhan had lost it completely, laughing so hard that he started coughing after a bit making him seem like a patient undergoing seizure. Or a heart attack.

The dumb expression on the surrounding faces on seeing his unhinged behaviour had Anya and the hybrids moving away from her brother in a way that screamed she did not know who that lunatic beside her was.

"What is Master doing?"

Joon looked at him and said, "The fun is starting now. Its only now that people have grasped the situation. Do you wanna stay here?"

Hearing him, Hobi got up from his seat and turned towards the door, an eager expression in his eyes. It was true, the fun, was now starting.

Joon got up too, both of them walking away from the bar.

At that, several woman instinctively got up, seeing them leaving pushed their confidence to finally say something after being shot down by the charismatic hybrid. But as they went forward, Hoseok half turned back and laughed at them.

"Don't be boring the next time." He softly said, then leisurely walked out.

That confident arrogant statement swept through the crowd.

"I want him." One of the woman whispered.

"Fuck it why the fuck does that fucking Anya get all the best fucking things in life!" another woman snarled.

"But the amount of freedom given to them? And think about another thing, these hybrids are WILD beneath those suits"

"I know! Never saw someone in real life that beautiful and delicious. He can strangle me or choke me if he wants." A breathy whisper answered.

A man scoffed, "Point is, How the hell does Anya manage these wild hybrids?"

A sneering man understood the salient point, "What you are saying, is that sooner or later she might get overwhelmed by them?"

"Exactly. I don't know about you, but for me, I am very clear that hybrids like these are not only rare, but I believe are the only ones in the world. I don't know what Anya has done to train them as such or what drugs, but having someone so damn good looking, with such confidence and attitude is rare. And I want them or at least one of them, just as they are."

The people in the bar went silent, listening to the man, who smiled confidently and continued, "With the amount of liberty given to them, lets try to woo or persuade them that we can be genuinely better than their Master. Lets get them to like us enough to leave her. Even if they cant, atleast maybe we will be able to enjoy a few nights with any one of them, or at the very least, sow some seeds of dissent within them, enough for Anya to not have the pleasure she now holds."

That line of thinking was dangerous. Kim Anya, was someone NOT to be trifled with. But the dazzling crunching lust for the seven extraordinary hybrids were slowly burning through the heart of the people.

No one protested.

Lawyers, tycoons, movie stars, mob bosses seated in that bar all started contemplating the sentence.

The temptation to bag the attention and devotion of at least one of those hybrids was too damn absorbing to give up. The dream of having any one of those hybrids looking at them with a smile and then taking them for long passionate nights filled with extreme ecstasy and moans, fired their bodies.

In the class of life where wealth was surplus, chasing their desires for these elite was ALL they cared about.

And they wanted those hybrids.

After all why the hell should Kim Anya always have the best?

But some in the crowd, remained silent, not participating in the frenzy the gorgeous hybrids had induced. They still remained afraid of the power the Kims wielded, and a few still held onto the aspirations of wooing Anya herself.

If nothing else, they could try to make sure that SHE did not have the happiness they were being denied of.

Outside the bar, in the corridor, Hoseok and Joon shook their heads with a sarcastic smile on their face as they heard the talks.

"Right what Master wanted them to do." Joon murmured. "No wonder she finds them predictable."

"No Joon. Its simply that SHE is that brilliant. She knows exactly what a person will feel in a situation before they know themselves." Hoseok lightly replied back, but then suddenly felt dizzy.

You know what every person can feel before they know it, then tell me, tell me! How did you not know that I would fall in love with you? How is it that you did not understand that I can bleed for you? Why are you so surprised that I am dying to touch you? Tell me! How am I supposed to stay away from you???

Hoseok thudded back on the wall, trying to stabilize himself as the shout in his own voice sounded within his mind.

Namjoon quickly caught his shoulders, jerking him a little as he saw Hoseok lose focus, his face blank and little dots of sweat on his forehead, "Hoseok?!?"

As his own shout faded away slowly, a ringing sound was all Hobi could hear. He panted a bit, his chest suddenly heavy with strong pain. Extreme pain. An emotional pain of heavy loss, of denial.

Hoseok slowly straightened, a little scared at what he felt. The lingering emotion of extreme bitterness and love faded as quickly as it had manifested.

"Hoseok????"

Hobi blankly looked at Joon, "I'm okay." He muttered.

"You don't look like it! What the fuck happened right now?"

Hoseok did not reply for few beats, "Lets go. Not now." Was all he said.

Because he himself did not know what he could explain. And he was too scared to think about it right now.

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ANYA :

Anya was seated in one of the parlors before the auction of various antiques and art would begin. The auctions were always curated by her Godfather and held rare treasures, the proceedings of which would go the various charities he supported.

After the introductions had been concluded, Anya had separated from the rest, taking only Taehyung and Jungkook with herself.

Since then, the myriad conversation she had had with many others, may it be socializing or business talks, all of it had been exaggerated and long winded. None of any conversations she had thus far had the quality of a neat and focused plot.

The reason?

While conversing with her, the eyes of her acquaintance would flicker from her, to Tae to Jungkook to her, to Tae and Jungkook again.

With. No. Exceptions.

And something else Anya was fast understanding was that something was, subtly, wrong.

During each talk, pleasantry or idle chat, Jungkook and Taehyung had remained slightly behind her. As she had estimated, the crowd remembered and recognised Joon, Jin and Yoongi but failed to recognise the snake, for their lesser participation in their past vulgar parties. And also, the recognition did not run to included the previously conditioned two hybrids.

But that was not what rubbed her senses in a wisp of wrongness.

Even though her fury erupted at the thought of how these monsters had used her hybrids in the most debauched and demeaning manner publicly and exploited and violated them to their malicious heart's content, but could not even remember what they looked like. As if, they were just two bodies that had amused them. Just two bodies with no identity or face.

Still, this was to be expected.

What made her slightly uneasy was the blatant shadow of twisting fear she could glimpse in the people she talked to. That shadow always came in their faces while they talked to her while glancing at Tae and Jungkook behind her. Then it would also dissolve swiftly, leaving a confused expression in the opposite person's face.

Followed by a demented sense of increasing interest and desire.

The problematic thing was, that Tae and Jungkook were two of her tamest Vrâgs.

Wasn't that the case? At least among them all?

Which was why she could not understand that fleeting emotion she saw repeatedly. It was enough to make her keep a guard up. Against those pure looking two who blinked their big eyes innocently at her whenever she turned around.

Gradually, she had given up trying to glance back at them. Currently, seated in the parlour, they were all going through the inventory of the objects to be put in auction and their descriptions. As it would be mandatory for them to participating in the auction for the good cause, this year, she let the booklet be given to Tae and Jungkook beside her.

She wanted the hybrids to choose what they would buy.

Although she was still engaged in conversation to the wife of the prominent producer, her eyes strayed to the opposite corner of the room where Seokjin seemed to be holing a playboy's corner.

Men and women surrounded his tall figure as he talked with them in ana way that shrouded his character in mystery, presenting him in a very gorgeous yet aloof style.

He flirted, cajoled, laughed, conversed and debated with his spectators. Throughout it all, an air of indifferent aloofness remained constant. It gave the impression that even though he indulged the people who came to seek his company, he was still above them all.

Like an immortal smiling at the clamouring mortals wanting his attention.

With suspicious men, he discussed business, with women, he teased with a promise of something hidden which they wanted.

"I must congratulate you on your successful launch for the new season on Scionverra. It had almost become one of the most anticipated and in demand collection over the established brands. Almost at par with your blood jewels."

Anya politely turned back to look at the woman who spoke to her. She vaguely remembered her to be the wife of Magnate, perhaps in the industry of a successful beer.

Not knowing her name, she inclined her head and thanked her.

"Its such a pleasure to be able to be talking to you! I cannot express how much of an honour it is for me." Her eyes were lit up and her body was angled towards Anya, making her body language confirm the truth of her statement.

"Please do forgive me for my rudeness, but I cant seem to be placing your name. May I have your introduction?" Anya asked.

Immediately, the woman shook her head vigorously.

Her action to appease Anya was so violent, that even Tae and Kook, who were calmly immersed in the booklet, gave a start.

"No no no no no no. Obviously you would not know me! Hehehehe! You are absolutely not rude at all. With the amount of work you do and the vast amount of people you meet, its very natural for you to not be able to remember everyone that has talked to you-"

"Glad to know you will not put it against my Master to not remember you after tonight. Again." Taehyung drawled.

I am not supposed to spoil my image my laughing!!! Why the hell are you guys not helping???

Anya barely kept her lips from turning up. It would seem, flattery and false sugary speeches were grating not just to her but her hybrids as well.

On hearing Taehyung, at first the woman startled, then her face turned an interesting shade of red at the fury of being mocked by a hybrid. She indignantly looked at Anya to see how she would reprimand her hybrid who had once again gone back to leaning back and studying the information of the items, carelessly dismissing her.

When she saw she had lost Anya's attention too, who was now gazing somewhere else in the room, for a few seconds, she felt a cold sense of embarrassment.

It would seem to Anya, she was someone lower than the likes of a hybrid. Someone who could be as casually dismissed as a homeless person on a street when the car of a wealthy person passed by.

Such an indirect insult cut her.

But still, swallowing her pride, she tried again.

"Your hybrids are one of a kind. As expected for being your hybrids. Even though a lot of people want to ask for a fair trade with your hybrids for a few nights, they cant because they don't have anything at par with the value of the hybrids you have. Truly, they are gems you cultivated in a way that is outshining us all. It can only ever be Kim Anya."

Lips curling in a smile, she looked at her, "Hmm?"

That little sound had a wealth of mocking in it, which again hit the woman. Even though she wanted to garner her favour, she wisely understood that any more interruption or attempts at talk would only yield an even bigger insult. Silently, she stood and walked away.

While she was recovering, Anya turned to see Seokjin.

Currently there were 5 women and 3 men standing and sitting around him, while he leaned with his elbow on the counter of a high table. His tall physique lazily resting, dark eyes amused as he watched the humans chattering above each other to be heard my him.

Anya's eyes narrowed as she saw that the buttons of his jade black shirt under his suit were open. Open upto 3. Or was it four?

With every casual flick or his leaning back a little more, the shirt gaped open to show the tantalizing column of his neck and his firm chest. Golden skin, completely unblemished of an attractive man with a cold and irresistible demeanour.

A woman with a luscious figure draped in fiery red and long hair suddenly grabbed his forearm and sidled up to him, pressing her bountiful breasts at his side as she coquettishly spoke to him.

That caused a delighted smile to bloom involuntarily on Anya's face.

She recognised the woman in red to be one of the many people who had once owned Jin, who loved to use him in her open parties, particularly the one where heavy play of sadism commenced with her usual attitude of treating hybrids like worse than trash.

To see her reduced to try and seduce him using her body like a trashy slut just as she would try to seduce Suhan, to see her yearn for Seokjin and use the same cheap tricks that she would to any handsome rich man, was extremely gratifying for Anya.

Anya loved seeing her using her body, demeaning herself just to get the attention of a once beneath her hybrids.

Seokjin glanced down at her, his eyes expressionless. The woman reached up to teasingly hold the edge of his unbuttoned shirt and trailed one finger over the exposed skin while sultrily speaking to him.

Seokjin allowed the contact, not resisting her advances.

"Ah if this isn't EXACTLY what I have been waiting for!!" an excited voice whispered over her ear, the face close to her own.

"Shhhh!" she whispered fiercely at Suhan, not wanting to miss the moment.

"She is the extremely pampered daughter of a Sulin." Suhan helpfully provided with the abundant information he had, "The person who owns the majority of nightclubs. She, has never in her life ever heard the word no."

"How do you know about her?" Anya asked absently as she watched the woman turn Seokjin's body to herself, dismissing the attention he had on the others who retreated in their advances, but not from their places. They stood there watching it all play out.

"Oh I had sex with her. A few times. She's a freaky one in bed, you know? The best kind. Ah, the nights with her were stirring crazy good."

Anya's forehead wrinkles and her mouth twitched, "Honestly, I really want to know how the heck you have never contracted a STD." after a beat, "If your little affair was so good why'd you leave her association?"

"You can like a crazy freak in bed a few times, but not on long term." Her brother replied in all seriousness.

For a second there, Anya paused, genuinely not understanding if she wanted to get angry at him on behalf of women on the world, or if she wanted to get furious at his cavalier attitude or get angry at associating with a girl like that.

Since the bottom line was anger in all the cases, she went with the flow.

Anya discreetly jabbed her elbow hard at his chest. Or tried to anyway.

Suhan easily caught her hand. "Don't be jealous of your brother's full happy, exciting life. No one had asked you to do a live play theatre of being a nun in your life. As for STD's, I follow the no glove no love rule." Suhan smirked and lifted his glass of scotch to his lips.

"Aghhhhhhh!" disgusted, Anya turned back to watch Seokjin, when Jungkook said casually without looking up from his book.

"Don't worry about your sister's exciting sex life Suhan, she will never have her pleasure restricted by a condom. We wont use one ever."

Anya's thoughts screeched to a halt as she turned her head in the direction of the Panther at a speed which would put a toy top in shame, on the other hand Suhan spit out the mouthful of alcohol while he choked on the little amount that went down the wrong pipe, some of the scotch coming out of his nostrils, burning his tender nose with strong after fumes.

Alas, the turning of Anya's head coincided unfortunately with the moment Suhan woefully sprayed the pungent alcohol from his mouth.

The full force of the spray landed on the side profile of Anya. on her face.

Droplets of scotch trailed from her eyebrows to trail from her cheeks to her jaw, where it lingered for a while forming a drop, to then drip down.

Taehyung and Jungkook looked up at Suhan who had an expression similar to a man being confronted by the grim reaper, his death imminent, while Anya had her eyes closed, the side of her face having warm drops of alcohol spit out by her dear brother.

"Hehehehehehe" Suhan awkwardly laughed, "On the bright side, your waterproof makeup lives up to its name."

Taehyung was lost, trying to understand exactly what about these two bumbling adorable people was so scary for the society while Jungkook and long gotten up and casually stood in the side of Anya, shielding her from view, as he seemingly lounged and looked at the crowd.

"Don't lose your cool!" Suhan desperately whisper shrieked. "Look at Seokjin?!?!?" he was trying to alleviate the boiling lava of her sister's anger by throwing the name of the other hybrid while he carefully and frantically wiped up her face with the muslin napkin nearby. "Also, is it not great that I am so experienced in female makeup that I am not ruining yours as I dab it away?? Right-Oooooff"

The napkin was snatched and thrown on his face with a tremendous force. Before the dazed man could recover, Anya accurately pinched his nose with two fingers over the cloth and jabbed her other fingers viciously inside Suhan's mouth when he opened it to breathe.

As a result, the cloth napkin got stuffed inside the mouth of the unfortunate man right up till his back of the mouth. Immediately, Suhan choked while Anya refused to let go of the nose.

"No! Master No! no! let go! Let go! Let Go!" Taehyung got up as quietly as he could, trying to help Suhan whose eyes were watering while Jungkook suddenly started stretching out of nowhere, in the room, so as to expand the area his body could hide from the onlookers view.

"We'll definitely punish Suhan once we get home! Let go! Good Master! That's a good girl!" Taehyung snatched the cloth napkin to himself as Suhan erupted in a series of dry cough and kept his head down

Jungkook had to sacrifice his dignity for the sake of his beloved and continued to awkwardly keep doing his regimen of stretching exercises, throwing both arms out on his side and curving from one side to next.

His sensitive hearing picked up a few whispers.

"Is that hybrid demented?"

"Aw, perhaps Anya had got a lunatic mad little hybrid. Look, she is even indulging him as he dances around crazily."

"Look at the face, for that body and look, even if his brain is pea sized or if he IS a loony, anyone would put up with it."

Jungkook sighed, aggrieved at the impression that was made of him. He had had really big aspirations to get himself recognised as the quiet and intimidating hybrid! These two siblings truly were dangerous. Both in terms of vicious cruelty and headache inducing idiocy.

In a low voice filled with brimming sadness he said, "Why is it for the three times that you guys behave, there are fifty more situations where you become this spoiled? I am seriously ashamed. And coming from a pure Vrâg, that is something."

"I. Smell. Like. Scotch." Anya gritted out her answer, her anger just veiled. "In this Gala, I smell like a drunkard."

Jungkook sat back again and the four people behaved when they sensed the curiosity of the onlookers as soon as Jungkook shifted.

"Ummm, go clean up as best as you can?" Suhan's expression was perfectly indifferent, a bored look in his eyes for the gossipers to see, but his tone was earnest as he tried to calm down Anya, "You don't need to be present for the Auction. Me and the boys will select something to buy. You can take your time."

Anya sat staring at Suhan, not caring for the image she was presenting, "Why cant you just say sorry?"

"Sorry."

The irritation in her voice doubled, "Such sincerity!" she sarcastically bit out. Saying that, she got up from her seat, "No, please remain here? I wont be back for the auction and am just going to take a breather. This much empty socializing is giving me a headache. I need some time alone." She said to Tae and Jungkook.

As soon as she walked away from the table, Suhan turned to Tae with a smile, "The way you talked to her like she is a misbehaving dog? Bloody Precious!! I cant do that to her but man was it not a pleasure to see that!!"

Taehyung sighed, "How the hell is a man like you Shadow?"

Suhan's expression changed in a moment, a glint in his eyes, he smiled, "I have knack for killing. What can I say? It's a talent."

"And I was worried if I was dark." Taehyung muttered, feeling the beginning of a headache as he pinched the bridge of his nose, asking for patience from any God listening to him.

Anya turned with the intention of walking out of the room, but she glanced in the corner to see that the woman in red was now practically plastered to Seokjin's front, her body and breasts crushed against him, her arms entwined around his neck as she said something.

Oh lady, why are you not looking in his eyes? Do you not see the icy, cold disdain in them?

As she watched, Seokjin finally moved his hands and encircled one of her wrists and pulled it down, then he bent a little to whisper in the woman's ears.

At first, the lady in red started smiling seductively, but little by little, her smile wilted as her face paled dramatically. She jerked to get away from him, but Jin held her firmly by her wrist, not letting her leave before he had finished what he wanted her to know.

Knowing him, he was as seductively suave with his words as was he capable to being sharply cutting with his cruel insults.

Anya saw tears forming in the eyes of the lady as Jin straightened at last with a faint smile on his handsome face. He cupped the woman's chin tenderly and closed the distance between them. That close, he whispered something to her.

Immediately, the tears in the woman's eyes spilled over and she let out a sob, jerking hard to be let go. Seokjin calmly stepped back, his expression of being obviously amused at the distress of the woman, who ran out of the room, clear for all to see.

"Ms. Anya."

Anya turned at the middle of the room, and was surprised at who spoke, "Kahil?" delighted she took a few steps towards the tall smiling man who reached out to hold her hand, "You are here in Seoul?" she spoke in english.

"Well, brother wanted the jewels to be transported with a personal envoy as a sign of respect towards you. Me being in Japan for business, naturally presented myself for the consideration." Kahil warmly clasped her hands in both of her grasp, then bent his head to kiss them.

Laughing joyfully Anya did not take her hand back, "Really? Why does it feel like Khalid might have explicitly told you not to come?"

"Drat it. You know Khalid too well." Kahil laughed and replied.

"No, I happen to know your playboy habits a bit better." Anya said

Dramatically showing a touched expression Kahil said, "I am flattered. Truly! Anya takes a notice of me!"

"Hardly." Anya playfully shoved him a little, "Its just that your habits are eerily similar to my brother. And that is one rapscallion that I am truly well acquainted with.

The crowd shifted focus and watched enviously as the cousin to the Crown Prince of Dubaac talked to Anya in such a free manner.

Many greedily soaked up the carefree and gorgeous smile on the face of the alluringly beautiful maiden, with her azure blue eyes sparkling. Very few souls were ever fortunate enough to see this side of her.

"I was going to surprise you here but unfortunately my actions have been discovered by big brother and for some reason he has asked me to meet some guy right now. Before leaving, I wanted to greet you once."

"Oh, that's a shame." Then she conspiratorially leaned in as did Kahil, "But between you and me, there is nothing here other than gossip. You will not be missing out on anything."

"Oh don't say that." Kahil's eyes became serious as he looked at the exquisite beauty before her, "Any place that has you in attendance is a place I would fight to be. It IS a shame."

Anya smiled coquettishly at the flirtations deliberately, making sure that Kahil thought that she was still taking it as a joke.

She lightly ignored the sincerity in his voice.

Kahil knew it too. It was unspoken between them. He knew he would never be able to call her his, but his feelings were complicated. Over time, he knew that the admiration he felt, the yearning he had for her would not fade, so he devoted himself in his playboy lifestyle.

An emotion, he knew he shared with his brother.

Suddenly, Anya felt a warm, toned body press up to her back, the heat of it scorching her through her dress. The person behind her stood flush against her.

As she realized only a handful of people would ever dare to stand this close. Kahil's eyes widened on the stranger, Taking in the way he came to stand so close to Anya.

Then his astonishment rendered him speechless as the stranger encircled Anya's waist with one arm and spoke in a cold, cultured voice, "Master, may I be introduced with your friend?" he spoke in korean, Kahil not being able to understand.

But he did understand the lightly veiled deadly gaze.

Anya unconsciously relaxed against Jin and replied, "This is the cousin Brother of Sheikh Khalid for whom your line of jewellery was made to be given to his sister." To Kahil, she introduced Jin in English, "Kahil, meet Seokjin. One of the makers of the coronation diamonds."

Even with the introductions, Kahil's eyes narrowed. He had never known Anya to be associated with her employees. She was strict on that rule.

His eyes briefly dropped to the possessive arm banded on her waist.

Kahil nodded at Seokjin, scrutinizing him. Who the hell was he to have become so intimate with Anya?

Also, something about his aura was dark. As was the expressionless eyes.

Seokjin did not speak, but his other hand came around Anya, encircling her in the protection of his body for a moment. With that hand, he boldly reached for their hands.

Throughout the talk, Anya had not paid attention, but her hand was still clasped in Kahil's grasp.

Seokjin jerked it back.

Kahil's jaw ticked at that action as he glared at the man.

"Nice to have met you." Seokjin responded in English as he curled his big palm around Anya's small one, slowly lowering it to her side.

Anya saw this blatantly possessive display, her eyes twinkling at it. She looked up at Kahil to speak once again when she saw his angry eyes suddenly change its expression.

Fear and uneasiness stamped on his face, Kahil took a involuntary step back as he kept looking at Seokjin.

Huh?

Before she could say anything, Kahil seemingly shook off his musings and looked at her to hastily say, "I'll be going to the meeting my brother asked of me to make. I shall be visiting you soon for the jewels."

"Kahil . . .?"

"I'll be taking you out to dinner Anya. Not up for any negotiations." Kahil looked at Seokjin again, "There seems to be a lot to discuss and catch up on."

He bowed slightly and then exited the room.

Anya turned abruptly to face Seokjin, who promptly released her and took a step back, not staying in her personal space.

His eyes were cold, but nothing scary.

"Why was he suddenly afraid?" not mincing with her words, she outright asked him.

Seokjin did not speak. He kept looking at her, his gorgeous face with his sharp jaw not revealing anything.

"Speak Jin."

"Perhaps your friend saw the truth about us which you are still completely blind to." His voice held a steel of suppressed violence.

Outside, Kahil walked back to his car, Seokjin's name and face predominant in his mind. The way he was holding Anya, the ownership in his posture, was disturbing. Who was he exactly?

Kahil thought about the vein of vicious ruthlessness he had seen in that guy. The raw blazing anger, an oppressive aura of murderous intent dripping from those cold dark eyes. Even recalling it caused Kahil to stop and suppress a shiver of fear.

The way Anya had relaxed back on him, one thing was evident. She had no clue about what that guy was capable of. In all the years that Kahil knew her, he could say somewhat confidently that she had not seen what was purposely shown to him.

He took out his cellphone when he felt the vibration of an incoming text.

Opening the message, he checked the missive of the guest Khalid wanted him to talk to, had arrived at his hotel. Attached to it was the gist of why Khalid wanted him to meet.

Jerking to a stop, Kahil read through the lengthy message, seeing Anya's and Suhan's name crop up several time. He read it all again.

Then briskly walked to his car and instructed the driver to get him to the hotel quickly.

Kahil checked the name of the person he was to meet.

Sebastian.

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STUDY :

A curtain covered the window again as the two shapes in the dark study stepped back after spying Kahil's departure below.

"He was an unexpected guest for today. It's a good thing he left." The man said in the dark room then turned to the woman, "Make sure to do your part when I give you the signal."

The woman nodded, "I will. Although I still don't understand what you see in that bitch. She is just a stuck up-" a slap resounded in the room.

The woman held her burning cheek, reeling from the violence, "A filthy whore cunt like you is not fit to be speaking about her." The man advanced on the frightened female and grabbed her by the throat, "Stay to dreaming about fucking animals and do your part. Step an inch away from my plan and I will nail you to a coffin!"

He pushed her away and smoothed his suit, then pulled out an USB to hold it out for her, "Pass this accurately. I would have done this myself but I have to take care of that bitch Yoona. Still, I am not leaving before talking to her."

The woman took the USB from his palm.

The male contemptuously eyed her, "I cant believe I am down so bad that I have to resort to be working with the likes of you." Saying so, he walked out of the room and closed the door.

The woman remained in the dark room, fighting tears of pain, humiliation and . . . longing.

She rubbed the side of her cheek which was slapped and remained standing near the window, her mind a mess.

She wanted.

Was it a crime to want something? Was it a crime to try and achieve it? Why must she be judged for the thing she wants? Why does her desire need the approval of the society?

The more she thought, the more her anger spread, and more the tears came.

She tucked the USB inside her bodice but she still did not leave. In a fit of rage, she swept aside the content of the sidetable near the window, sending everything crashing on the ground as she panted.

"Your emotions always swings to the extreme."

The deep dark voice made the woman jerk to a stop as she swung around to look in the darkness of the room, straining to see who had spoken. The voice sent a shiver down her spine, a warmth invading her limbs as she tried to place it. "Who?"

A deep chuckle, "I am your obsession, and you cannot recognise my voice?"

That easily, her body clenched in anticipation and surprise, her heart beating wildly as she recognised who it was. A slow warmth coiled in her lower belly when she realized that she was inside a dark room with him, a place where no one would barge in.

"Yoongi." She breathed.

The dark silhouette of the man detached itself from the far wall he was leaning on and emerged from the shadows, walking indolently towards her. Hand in his pocket, his shirt unbuttoned, sleeves folded up and his suit jacket hung carelessly from his fingers.

"Cheon Seojin." Yoongi acknowledged, "We meet again." He said as he dropped his suit jacket on the Table and stopped there.

He slid the other hand in his pocket and gazed at her silently. The beam of moonlight from the windows falling on him, highlighting his aura of danger.

"Yoongi . . ." Seojin breathed, taking a few steps towards him then halted. Regaining a little of her senses, she stared at him, "You are a hybrid. Don't think too high of yourself to imagine you are my obsession."

The corner of Yoongi's lips turned slightly upwards as he took a slow step forward, "Am I not?"

Seojin had known Yoongi for a long time, she had used him, slept with him, owned him a lot of times. For years. She knew about his violence when she chained him, or forced him.

But never had she seen this side of him.

Involuntarily, she took a step back.

This Yoongi did not have a single hint of violence. But he was somehow, more scary. His eyes were ridiculing her with his patient smile, a flash of cruel amusement dancing in his gaze. His whole demeanour screamed a savage enjoyment of a predator playing with his prey in contrast to his utter stillness.

Yoongi's gaze sharpened at her tiny step back. He raised a mocking brow, "Afraid?"

Yes, Seojin had always loved the wildness, the untamed ferocity he had displayed. But not this. This felt as if the wildness back then had been because of his imprisonment. Free now, the predator knew he did not have to fear for its freedom. It could now indulge.

His silence screamed of his underlying brutality. The more quiet he was, the more terrifying he had the capability to be.

Seojin took another step back. But her emotions hid another self. Another version of herself.

Yoongi kept advancing, while she kept retreating till her back was at the window, only then did she stop.

Yoongi too came to a standstill 5 steps away from her. "Where are you going to go now?"

"Stay back."

"Do you really want me to?" he took one step forward, "In this building, you and I are alone in this room." Another step, "No one will come in, you can have me all to yourself."

His voice was hypnotic, and Seojin was susceptible to it. Immensely so.

"That is all you ever wanted, was it not? To have me all to yourself. Now, in this tiny portion of time, you have your wish." Only 3 steps separated them, "What do you wish to do to me?"

"You aren't really mine." She whispered, "Your aren't yet."

"What if I was?" the Darkness of the night emphasised his vicious sensual appeal. With another step, Seojin could feel the heat coming from his body. His scent, that scent, made her dizzy.

She wanted him, she wanted his touch so badly. She wanted him inside her.

"Then I would tie you to me. If you are mine, I wouldn't let you go. I would keep you naked, bound to me and take you so many times that our scents would become one. Take you until we both died in our passions together." She whispered in trance.

"I wont be taken anymore Seojin, do you understand that?" Yoongi covered the last steps to stand against her, his body lightly touching her.

Seojin was startled when she felt Yoongi's hands rest on her waist, she let out an involuntary moan as those hands slid to her back and pushed her towards him.

Never had she tasted this type of passion from him. He had always been chained, had always had an injection given for him to be ready for her. Consequently, this participation, the way he was touching her was making her lose her mind.

She was drowning in his scent, she was drowning in the feeling of being in his arms.

"But I can take you." Yoongi pressed Seojin even more closer to him, his hands sweeping over her, moulding her to him, "Will you like that?" his hands grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. A dozen or more pins fell down, the carefully styled hairstyle falling apart.

Her neck exposed, Seojin closed her eyes against the foreign feeling of excitement and satisfaction.

"Do you want to be taken by me?" the sinful whisper was spoken against her skin.

"Yes! Yes! Take me." Seojin was lost to the knowledge that Yoongi was the one actively wanting her.

Yoongi suddenly grabbed the back of both of her legs and hoisted her up on himself, locking her legs behind her. Seojin gasped and moaned when she was lifted by the Jaguar. She rubbed herself on him as Yoongi turned around to go deeper in the room and then harshly set her down on the table.

He kicked her legs to the side and stood between them.

His hands slowly caressed her naked legs exposed by her dress. "And you deny that I am your obsession?"

Seojin squirmed where she sat, a heat enveloping her. She could not believe the moment. She could not believe how she could have achieved something beyond her dreams.

She lifted herself when she felt Yoongi expertly tearing her panties and spread her legs wider, moaning, "You know you are. You are the only one who has a grip of my life. I breathe only to think about you, of having you."

Yoongi bent down to her ears, "Then why deny it?" his hot breath over her sensitive ears made goosebumps appear over her body. She did not resist as Yoongi took her hand.

He placed her two fingers on her lips, with dark obsidian eyes trained on her, he said, "Open."

Seojin opened her mouth.

"Suck."

She was helpless to resist his mastery over her, his control over her. She sucked her own fingers vulgarly, making a show of swirling her tongue over her fingers, letting her saliva pour over her own fingers, sucking on them hard.

She was mindless at that point. A mindless pleasure doll existing only for him.

Yoongi watched her quietly, his domineering presence almost smothering her in sexual ecstasy.

He flicked his wrists and tugged on her hands. Seojin popped out her fingers.

Yoongi directed her spit soaked fingers to her own core and then whispered in her ears again, "If you can make yourself come explosively in five minutes, I will fuck you hard right now."

Hearing those words, instinctively, a fresh wetness gushed out from her centre, drenching her thighs as she rubbed her engorged clit, her mind going completely blank. She realized with a strat that she was close, she was close to her climax because that Jaguar had aroused her to a pitch where she could have come only with his voice.

Her head thudded against his chest as she plunged her own fingers inside herself, her juices making a squelching sound while she kept repeating Yoongi's name.

Her arousal increased a notch as her two fingers became three inside her when Yoongi reached out to tear open the front of her dress, discarding her bra. His strong grip placed her other hand on her own breasts, urging her to enjoy.

And she did. She squeezed her own breasts and fucked herself hard with her own fingers as she thought about the Jaguar that she wanted the most in her life, standing between her legs, watching her.

During it all, with her head on his chest, never for once did it come to her attention that his heartbeat was steady, not excited. The curl of those lips were a smirk, not a smile.

His advances were calculated, not passionate.

Yoongi grabbed her throat as Seojin bounced hard on her fingers and sweated with passion and made her lie down on the table.

The picture of her almost naked, with four of her fingers inside herself and her breasts bouncing with her own efforts while a clothed man stood between her legs, completely calm and quiet indeed was lewd.

"Yoongi! I am so close!! Yoongi fuck me now! Please just plunge in now! Tear me up, Fuck me!"

Seojin writhed on the table as she reached her own climax. The force of it was so powerful that she blacked out for a few seconds. When her eyes adapted to the dark again, she realized that she was lying on the desk alone, Yoongi no where near her.

Frantically she looked to the side and saw him rolling down his sleeves and then picking up his suit jacket to put it on.

"What are you doing???" Seojin almost screamed as she hastily climbed down the table. Wanting to cover up to talk with him, she understood that her dress was beyond measure ruined completely. The slit up her lower portion of the gown was ripped as was the front.

It was just rags.

Enraged she opened her mouth to shout again but stopped at once when she saw Yoongi. Saw his cold eyes maliciously glinting in the moonlight.

Without speaking a word, he put on his jacket and buttoned till just one.

"Yoongi?" her voice was lost, and unsure.

Hearing that vulnerability, the Jaguar paused. He seemed to be contemplating something. He reached the decision pretty quickly as he sighed once, "Seojin, among all others that I have known, you were the only one that I truly did not hate."

Even in such a humiliating situation, his words made Seojin's heart flutter.

"I know you love me. I also know something shaped you in a manner which is not normal. You used to humiliate me not with the intention of sharing me or demeaning me, but to elicit a reaction. You wanted my disgust and anger over my indifference. you never wanted to harm, but you didn't know how to protect either."

A bolt of electricity ran through her, his words whipping her sharply. At the same time, an indescribable amount of happiness unfurled inside her.

Tears flooded her eyes and dripped down.

He had known? He had understood?

"Truth is," Yoongi backed up a little, "unconsciously, without knowing why, I would mentally always choose to be around you than anyone else."

A sob burst forth from Seojin. The knowledge of his slight inclination, a profound emotion in her. The person she wanted, loved, was mad for, knew her.

"I have no hate in my heart for you."

Yoongi meant it.

How could he? When it was due to Seojin's decision to drag him to the room in the auction where Anya was seated? How could he hate the person who made him meet his Miracle? His angel?

Yoongi shook his head as he chuckled a little, thinking back to the times he would berate himself for wanting to be chosen or closer to Seojin, even though it would mean humiliation. He could not understand his own self. Often times, he would be disgusted in himself, for wanting to go back to Seojin.

He looked at the pitiful figure of the woman in front of him.

It was only after his merge that he understood why, subconsciously he used to crave her presence.

It was because in his previous life, Seojin had been the one who had introduced Anya in his life.

Even with his memories erased, Yoongi had recognised her. Even without the influence of his previous life, he wanted to be close to Seojin because he unconsciously hoped, in this life too, she would lead him to Anya.

Though he was given a life equalling the cruelty of hell, his soul still latched on to a person who could become the bridge to his Love, the way she had been in his previous life.

His White Rose.

Yoongi had been living this life, just to meet Anya. He had been breathing just to reunite with his Life.

Having completed his task, Yoongi turned around and went towards the door. He listened for a while, his senses confirming that no one was around outside.

But before leaving he looked back at Seojin who still watched him with her hands shielding her breasts and tears falling down.

Past memories collided with his present, swirling around in his head. Making a decision, he softly said,

"Don't interfere with what will go down today. Don't meet with him again and try to go with the flow. That is the only recession I can give you." Pausing, his deep voice lost its edge,

"Whether in the past, or this life, I will always embrace death before I let my White Rose to be stained by the likes of you. My devotion will not change. You, are not her. You never were, nor can you ever be." Yoongi turned back to face the door.

"Even if am faced with death, I will never choose you. Just as I didn't before." Saying so, he quietly unlocked the door and went out.

Cheon Seojin did not understand what Yoongi was referring to but puzzlingly, an extremely heavy sensation of grief crushed her chest.

Without knowing why, a sharp pain ripped her apart as she fell down with a huge cry, sobbing hysterically. It hurt.

She felt like drowning , her lungs burning for air as her heart was stabbed repeatedly.

Even though Yoongi's words did not make sense, but some part of her seemed to have been overwhelmingly affected as she curled on the floor and cried out heart wrenchingly, her shouts and gasps of heartbreak loud. Her frame shook with the intensity of her cries as she could not stop her tears.

The pain seemed to be a long forgotten, dormant living thing inside her.

"Choose me!!"

"Never."

A faint echo of her own voice with another's fleetingly surfaced, but before it could be grasped, it slipped away.

Her cries attracted a few passing woman who knocked on the door and entered. Seeing Seojin down on the floor with her clothes torn and things scattered on the floor, while she cried insanely, they drew the conclusion which the scene resembled too.

Hurriedly, both women went forward to console her as they thought back to the man they had seen entering in the room sometime ago. The man, who must have raped her.

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AUCTION :

Yoongi walked towards the table where he spotted the rest of his pack and Suhan seated in the ballroom. The room was vast, with white tables and overhead elegant decorations giving the appearance of a soiree room.

His gait was neither fast, nor was it slow. He knew heads turned to see him but he hardly paid attention to them. His group was seated in one of the tables closer to the stage, with the orchestra playing mellow tunes just on the side.

But his eyes scanned for a splash of liquid golden. His Master, was missing.

As he reached his table, he glanced over to the one by their side where an extremely livid Cobra was still smiling cutely for the benefit of the humans still enamoured with his sweet disposition.

Seeing his misery, Yoongi let out a chuckle, truly having fun at Jimin's predicament. The latter heard his laugh and turned to him. Seeing him laughing, his hands clenched on the table and Yoongi was subjected to a death glare.

Adding gasoline to fire, Yoongi trekked a little more distance reaching Jimin. Bowing, he greeted Anya's parents and their acquaintances respectfully and then patted Jimin's head like he was a little child and said with a solemn expression to Anya's Mom, "Please do take good care of my little brother." Then proceeded to pinch his cheeks.

Laughter broke out from the pack's table, who curiously enough, suspiciously made sure to have their backs against Jimin, but their chortles did not stop.

Jimin smiled angelically again as one of Anya's Mother's friend reached out to pat his cheek and aww at him. In a low voice which could only be heard by the hybrids he said venomously while keeping his smile in place, "The price you all will pay when we reach home will be exorbitantly high. Remember this."

That only made the laughter increase while Jimin gnashed his teeth.

Yoongi finally seated himself at their table. Joon and Suhan glanced at him.

Silently, Yoongi took out the USB and two small vials he had stolen from Seojin. He pushed the vials towards Taehyung and the USB towards Suhan.

Both of them quietly pocketed it.

"Did anyone see you leave?" Seokjin asked.

Yoongi shook his head. Then he looked around again, "I need her." He really did. His memories were clamouring wildly in his head and his body was soaked in another woman's scent. He was barely holding on to his sanity.

"Mr. Prince Extraordinaire here thought it would be a good idea to spray a mouthful of alcohol on Master's face tonight." Jungkook informed Yoongi, "Currently, we are pleased to see him intact and healthy and are counting our blessings without asking her to hurry back."

Blankly Yoongi looked around the table. "What?"

"I didn't think to do something like that!" Suhan protested, "I choked! And that blame lies on you! The fuck did you mean by what you said?"

Taehyung was sitting relaxed back on his chair with one leg crossed over the other. He was looking at the stage where it was being set up for the auction as he replied, "Just said facts. We wont be using-"

"I GOT THAT THE FIRST TIME AROUND!" Suhan almost yelled. Taking a deep breath he said again, "I meant that I don't need to know these things!!"

Jungkook shrugged, "Then stop bragging about your sorry sex life with extremely trashy sluts to her in front of us."

Just then, Kim Dahl took the stage to welcome the people in his Gala. The introductory speech went on for sometime but it was a witty and entertaining. He talked about friendship and companionship and expressed his gratitude.

Jin looked relaxed on the surface, but he looked around covertly to their surroundings once. People surrounding their tables had their rapt attention on them, their gazes a mixture of hungry, greedy, awed or envious. Pretty standard.

Hybrids were kneeling down on the floor, their heads bent.

Though no one abused them or used them as footstools, the occasional slap or kick was still a constant noise. It seemed the more the crowd coveted Anya's packs, the more they abused their own slave.

Jin dismissed it, thinking of turning back his attention on the stage when his eyes snagged on another woman.

The woman was seated two tables down from them, in between a Minister and his wife. Seokjin recognised them because the lady seated beside the woman was Anya's friend. The one she had been talking about with Jimin. The friend who was married to a minister in the financial sector, but more than that, due to the power of his wife, he wielded extreme influence to the majority of the ruling House, along with the top financial serving sectors of the country.

The marriage was of mutual benefit, each amplifying their power more than if they remained single.

To be seated beside them, the woman had to have some connection.

"Who?" Joon asked quietly when he saw Jin distracted.

Jin inclined his head towards the woman in green. At once Joon understood the anomaly which had caught the Eagle's attention.

Unlike the expressions of the others around them, the woman in green was scowling at Suhan while giving exceedingly sympathetic glances at them. And Jimin.

Making a point to ask Suhan about her later, Jin turned back to the stage, to see that the auction had already started.

"I always felt antiques are junk, unlike my sister who prizes them." Suhan's voice was bored. "Let me know if you guys like something. We'll buy it and then move on to the actual plan for tonight."

"In that case, let me be excused." Taehyung sat up straight, "My Vrâg is too damn restless right now and I cant be without her scent. I am going to find her."

No one protested as Taehyung got up front his seat and headed out of the room. Nor did anyone bat an eyelash when Jungkook silently followed him.

Jin and Joon briefly looked at Yoongi who resolutely stared ahead. Both of them had sensed the tumultuous insanity of Taehyung's Vrâg but they too could not understand the reason why Yoongi kept asking Taehyung to remain in that state without completing the merge.

Hoseok was going through the booklet of the items up for auction when one thing made him dizzy. One object in the catalogue had him so focused that he remained unaware of Tae and Kook's departure, or the tension it created on the table.

All his senses were shut off.

With a buzzing in his head, he kept staring at the picture of the object.

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ANYA :

Even though she had cleaned up long ago, Anya found herself wandering, reluctant to join the others. These parties and Galas were mostly the same for her.

All meaningless gossip, posturing, show off and more flattery.

It was perhaps because of her power, her wealth that she had never really had friendships within her status where she could let herself go.

Friendship where she could sit, chat, laugh, talk and joke about things. Could gossip and have fun.

Things common people took for granted like forging bonds with friends by going camping, to the movies, out for a day, travelling, were something that she had never experienced.

She knew she never could. Because every friendship made towards her had no sincerity. Only greed and aspirations.

Greed for recognition, of increasing their social status, of the parents of her friends boasting about connections. Aspirations to use the friendship to get wealth.

In those terms, Anya had always been lonely.

As she climbed up to her favourite room of this castle, she slowly stood beneath the painted illusion of the sky, her gaze looking around in wonder around the pool room.

She came here to hide from them all, whenever she would visit here.

But looking around today, she smiled.

True, the party held no interest to her, but only because what she had in her home was so much more precious than this.

Her hybrids, Suhan, Arissa, Choi, Joseph, Jackson, Peter, Adora . . . she was understanding that she essentially had never been lonely.

But now? She was cherished. She was loved. More than anyone in the world.

Looking around the still waters, Anya's smile grew iridescent.

She was happy.

Truly, truly happy.

"I always manage to find you here but that dazzling smile is uncommon."

A voice greeted her. Anya did not turn around but her heart softened at hearing the dear voice.

She replied, "Maybe, unconsciously, I was waiting for you to come."

"I would never disappoint you, if that were the case." The male came to stand behind her, "Its been an year. Won't I get a hug?"

Song Joong-Ki.

Anya turned then, looking at the dashing man in a simple white shirt and black pants, the dimples of his smile as beckoning as ever. The nephew of her Godfather.

Her past crush.

He was as handsome as ever.

"Oh no you don't JS."

Scowling he replied, "SJ."

Smile growing wider Anya teased, "That's for others to call you. I prefer JS."

"Honestly then should it not be JK?"

Laughing Anya shook her head, "No. That address belongs to someone else in my life."

Suddenly, something flashed in his eyes but was gone in a second. JS resumed his smile but Anya had seen it.

If this had been before, that glimpse might have made her heart flutter, but now? Anya was pleased to see that her feelings for the man before her had completely settled to a dear friend she knew. No trace of her infatuation to his eyes remained.

She still had a soft corner for him, but that was it.

"Come here." He said and walked forward to envelop her in a hug.

Both of them stood there for some time. When Anya withdrew, she could sense a reluctance from him to part but he smilingly stepped back.

His eyes appreciatively trailed down her figure, "You look beautiful Nya. But then again, that is not something new."

Anya laughed and moved to one of the loungers to sit down, "Sit with me. When did you return? Why this surprise?"

Giving a dramatic sigh he sat down opposite to her. Song Joong-ki was someone who was hugely capable. Highly intelligent and a daring risk taker, he managed his Uncle's business. After all he was the successor.

Under his leadership, many sectors had enjoyed bounding economic success.

He had been in New York establishing a branch of his office and stayed a year to make sure there would be no hitch in its daily working.

"I came day before yesterday, Nya. Would have gone to you and Suhan but was busy catching up to what I missed." His hand slowly loosened two of his buttons as he trained her with a focused gaze.

"And I missed a lot. Didn't I?" his voice was soft.

Anya felt a difference in his gaze, felt a difference in the way his body language curved towards her.

Too late now Song . . . Too late.

"Honestly I never imagined by Empress constellation would enjoy this level of success. Nor did Suhan estimate the Calypso tour being this successful. So yes, all in all, the year contained pleasant many surprises."

JS kept his smile as he observed her, "Scionvierra collection for this fall managed to send the whole world in a spin. Various established brands could not recover the money they had raised from the market." He said lazily, "The liquid cash being invested in the shares were actually linked to your jewellery business along with Suhan's hotels and cruises. You then added Scionvierra and then attached it to the subsidiary of the information sector, acquiring and then expanding it, keeping it below 50 balanced at 49.9% to avoid being seen. Currently, you have basically turned it into a conglomerate but still steadily bought the shares of your biggest competitor House Brand as soon as scionvierra Hit the market, becoming a major shareholder. Then you bought its Fontraine subsidiary using the shares, basically buying it without a single penny. Proceeded to link the IT sector of your rising Tech company to the subsidiary which now cannot be touched by your competitor without the approval of its Bank, which will not be happening because you cleverly implicated the Late mother of the chairmen of the Global Huan Bank in an affair with the owner creating rumors of the legitimacy.

You already know that corporations law provides that once a shareholder held more than a 50% stake in a company, the company would enter into a compulsory acquisition stage. In other words, once you owned more than 50%, whether you had the money or not, you'd have to buy the rest of the shares from the other shareholders, until 100%, otherwise you would have to bear the corresponding legal responsibility.

Which means not only were they able to take back the jewel of the tech sector using their own software you created, but you also assimilated it in your conglomerate.

Right now, your annual profit is estimated in tens of billions but the celite echelon or the world doesn't even know yet."

JS eyes sharpened at the same time it showed an odd pride, "So yes, this year did contain a lot of surprises in terms of success for you and Suhan."

Anya's smile deepened, "I now understand why it took two days for you to catch up." But no surprise flashed up. If there was anyone who could link her random moves to get the whole picture, it was only Song Joong-Ki. Still, he could only link what she chose to put out.

Song Joong-Ki waved a hand dismissively, "I kept up with you. That was not what I was catching up for." He leaned a little closer, "I was mostly trying to figure out what made the girl who hated the idea of owning living beings with emotions, want to buy seven?"

Anya shrugged, "Let me first be a little shocked that even in your tremendous pressure of establishing your division office you kept up with the moves I made?"

"Naturally. I remembered Suhan's ambition. He wanted you both to become the untouchable Trex of this time." JS fondly recalled, "I never would have missed the rise to it all."

"You only saw what I allowed to be Public, Song."

"I am not interested in that. They call you Master, but you allow them to hold you so intimately close which I know for a fact none can do." He rapidly changed to the subject he wanted to know about.

Anya arched a brow, "Been observing all evening?"

"I don't see you denying it."

"Why should I? Wasn't the interaction public?" Anya's tone was light as she fiddled with her cell, "Your voice is too deceptively calm. Still Why do I still detect a trace of hostility in it?"

His eyes always had a mischievous light in it whenever they would talk, but tonight . . .

Anya jolted visibly at what she saw.

There was a madness in his gaze. And a profound bitterness.

JS saw her start and let out a bitter laugh, "Took you this long to understand that I am in love with you?"

Anya could not process what she heard. There was a curious stiffness in her limbs, "Don't joke."

"Joke?" Song got up from his lounger and walked towards the pool. He stood there, with his back to her, letting her absorb it.

Then he talked, "Very few individuals are privy to what kind of a person you truly are Anya. Someone like you should not exist in this world of humans. Anyone encountering such mortal divinity is bound to fall in love. How could you think I would be an exception? Me? Being the only man except your brother to know your true persona?"

The words did not make sense to Anya as she tilted her head and asked in a soft voice, "You knew I was infatuated with you. Everyone knew, then-"

"Then why did I not let you know that I reciprocate?" he turned his body sideways, "Because I wanted you to achieve you dream first. I wanted you to establish the empire you were ambitious of. I wanted the world to never think that any of your success was not purely yours. Me getting linked up with you would inevitably get the vicious hags to talk about me having a hand, albeit little, in your rising position."

He smiled, "I am, after all, also from a financially rich background 6 years older than you."

Anya remained quiet.

Song crouched down to run his fingers through the cool water, "Asking you to give me a chance to stand by your side has always been my wish. Did you not notice my very visible lack of female companions? Once I understood that your moves would result in completion of your vision, I returned without delay. Only to-"

He stopped speaking. The man remained crouched in the vast pool room where the reflections of the light in the water played over him, his emotions as unstable as his shadow.

"I knew you had taken hybrids. I knew you would treat them differently, train them differently." His voice was hoarse, "But I never thought you would love them this fiercely."

For Song, just seeing her interactions, her lack of a wall, the ease with which she touched them was enough for him to know. He had been with her since her childhood, watched out for her, observed her. Loved her.

It was extremely visible, the amount of attachment she had to them.

"Am I wrong?" still he asked. He hoped. "Tell me, is my selflessness that unfortunate?"

Frozen in her seat, Anya could not answer him, but she did think of what he said.

Selflessness without limitation for love could never be recognised. Especially if you leave it free without any indication of your feelings.

Song Joong-Ki got up and turned to look at the beautiful, angelic girl sitting before him with her black cascading tresses teasingly covering her curves. Her pure smooth skin, glistening in the faint light. Her eyes shining like rare jewels.

Her presence was intoxicating.

With a rueful smile on his lips, he said, "Do you remember the forest cave?"

"JS. Don't." Anya's voice was light as she broke her gaze with him.

"I knew you hated coming in the family lodge but that year, you could not make an excuse to dodge it. You actually arrived with your family, and truthfully, I was floored. Did I ever tell you, in that countryside small cottage, I was really happy?"

Anya was starting to get distressed now. These were the things she would have loved to listen to, would have lapped up, Before. "JS, don't . . ."

"I still tried not to trouble you. I took my girlfriend of then with me to explore the other terrain and forest." He laughed a little in the nostalgia, "Only to be ambushed by one of the local hunter's trap. I was seriously thinking I might be losing my leg after that accident, the blood and the pain was overwhelming."

He slowly started coming towards her, "Do you know I would rewind time in a heartbeat to go back to that time? That was the first time I understood just how much you liked me. That was the moment I realized, you liked me. Why else would Kim Anya, the 20 year old grave girl who stayed away from forest her entire life, who hated being in it, come with her brother to look for me?"

Anya shook her head, her tresses becoming wilder, framing her lush beauty in an irresistible way, "The adults said you were well adept and that time was when local hunters were about. They were planning on sending a search party after an hour, after talking and informing the hunters so as to not get shot during their hunt. They weren't even concerned until I went to them. How could I wait for an hour when I could feel something was wrong?"

"Denying your feelings now?"

Helplessly Anya shrugged, "I would have done it for anyone." She lied. No, in actuality, when she had been 20, she didn't have many people for whom she would have endangered herself.

Back during that time, Suhan had been more unstable than all the Vrâgs combined. His temperament and insecurities were riding him hard. At that time, a single trigger could switch his darkness in a way that death by his hands could be considered a trifling small transgression. His tastes then, had run to blood curdling activities of inhumane tortures.

The only conscience Suhan had during that period had been Anya.

Which was why, Anya would rarely associate with someone else. She simply never had the time. Between balancing her company and Suhan, her priorities ended with just two words.

Wanting to go search the forest with Suhan was a huge risk. If by any chance she would be hurt, or sneered by passing locals, then the hunter Suhan came across could only dream and pray about having a quick death because 20 year Suhan used to love seeing how a human reacted when different parts of their skin or flesh, or muscles were cut out while they still remained alive.

Suhan, boasted about being the only one who could cut, puncture and break a human body for hours, without letting them die.

His boast, was not empty.

So taking THAT huge a risk to search for JS, yes, Anya had indeed liked him that much.

Song rocked back on his heels as he looked at her, but could only see what Anya wanted him to. "You are lying." He said somewhat unsteadily, "Its okay," he grinned "But both of your coming to find us taking shelter in the cave when the storm broke out is not why I hold the memory dear to me. It was what happened in the cave that-"

"I need to go back Song." Anya got up abruptly from the lounger.

She hastily took a step when Song Joong-Ki reached her in 4 big strides. Anya tried to dodge him but he gripped her forearm and blocked her path.

Standing close enough to make her feel his body heat while he inhaled her perfume, he firmly held her to him and said in a low voice, "The four of us were huddled together inside that cave with you trying your best to somehow make the bleeding stop. You looked so worried. You looked beautiful. You dropped your mask for a while and I could see that unbound concern, that panic you had in your eyes for me. Your eyelashes wet with tears that you did not let fall."

"You were suffering heavy blood loss . . . You were imagining things. . ."

"Was I?" he pulled her closer, his face inches away from her. His voice was hoarse with emotions, "Did I imagine you hugging me close to you when I laughed and said maybe I would lose my leg? Did I imagine your hands trembling as you gently tried to make me sit on the boulder? Was that soft kiss also part of my vivid imagination?"

Progressively his voice rose up, his emotions making him almost shout, "When you said you would wait for me, would love me even if I were to lose my leg, was that my imagination too Nya??"

Anya tried to shake herself lose, "That was said when you were worried about what would happen if your leg was amputated! I was trying to be strong for you, trying to tell you that I would still-"

"BULLSHIT!" he shouted, cutting her off, "Would you say the same to any of your friends? You are not someone who takes their words so lightly."

"That was only when I felt you needed support to maintain your confidence to survive Song." Her voice was soft, her eyes gently pleading.

But Song went dangerously still. His hands on her tightened. With a mocking smile he said, "Did I survive too well Anya? Would you have stayed if I had lost my leg?"

Anya took a step back only for him to follow her closely, "You have lost your reasoning if that is what you are coming up with. It was just a moment of passion in that time of danger."

That sentence inflamed the man further, "Moment of passion?" he let out a harsh laugh, "I knew you were ruthless but never thought you were so selfishly heartless! I have kept that moment close to my heart while I willed time to pass. I tried to make myself be worthy of you, was patient in wanting you to achieve your dreams as I strived to become better, working harder than imagination, pushing myself past all limits, just for you to denounce that kiss, that vow as a moment of passion?"

"What do you want me to say???" Anya shouted.

"The truth!! The truth that the whole world knows!" Song Shouted back. "Take responsibility for the feelings you evoked in me with your own words!!"

"I LIKE YOU!! I STILL LIKE YOU!!" Anya screamed.

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AUCTION :

"Suhan . . ." Hoseok murmured, his eyes still not lifting up, "Buy this."

"You actually found something in the junk that you are interested in?" Suhan asked casually and flicked his eyes to the item which had Hoseok's entire concentration.

He glanced at it then frowned, "A Binyeo?"

"Buy this." The voice that came out, was that of Hoseok's Vrâg.

Around the table, everyone froze at the emergence of the demonic voice and looked at each other. Suhan straightened "I'll buy it." His tone was soft and placating but his eyes were cuttingly sharp as they concentrated on Hoseok, who was clutching the booklet in his hand, his head bowed over it.

Suhan looked at the remaining three hybrids to see they were focusing on the Python too. Jin looked up to him and silently shook his head, telling him he too was unaware of the sudden trigger.

"Show me?" Yoongi reached for the booklet just as Hoseok hissed loudly and jerked it out of reach. Yoongi immediately froze, not wanting to trigger him further. Combined with the knowledge of Hoseok's Vrâg and the fact that this was an Auction for antique items, Yoongi had a sinking feeling in his heart.

An ominous premonition of just what would happen and what was the cause.

Joon put an arm around Hoseok's tense shoulders, "Read, when is the item coming up?"

Hoseok looked at Joon when he heard that. Looking at him caused another ripple of anxiety to flood down the spines of the four men seated there.

Anxiety, touched with a tinge of fear.

Hoseok's eyes were cold. Oppressively so. His aura was dark and commanding, sinister glint eclipsing his normal expression.

He looked like a stone cold killer, capable of doing anything.

Anything.

There was no resemblance to the Hobi they knew. It was as if the person in front of their eyes, was replaced by a doppelgänger. Someone who was infinitely more dangerous than the original.

But more importantly, it felt like the aura of a complete stranger.

Suhan's expression blanked out when he saw the malicious and icy persona without the signs of emerging Vrâg. It was like looking at his younger self.

Suhan tapped the table and then made a sharp gesture, asking the hybrids to not interfere. Hoseok coldly looked at him, face devoid of any human emotion or empathy.

"You want that? I'll get it for you." Suhan's tone was icily emotionless. Hearing it, Joon and Yoongi startled while Jin's interest sparked.

He knew how to handle whatever happened to Hoseok, because he had experience from his own past.

Hearing those words, Hoseok tilted his face, "Your favour to me will be repaid in full." Joon almost spilled the glass of wine in front of him while Jin's heart stopped for a beat, then galloped madly.

A barely perceptible tightening could be seen in Suhan's jaw, who nodded sharply and turned to the stage, hiding his own fear and worry.

Only Yoongi closed his eyes in realization.

Hoseok, had spoken in flawless formal ancient Korean, with the intonation of olden days. Something, that he had never learnt in this life of a hybrid.

Not looking at Hoseok, Suhan said in formal speech, "Bestowing this favour is because I value you as my close friend. Will this friend be reminded again of your rank and name?"

Hoseok remained quiet, his chilling gaze once again trained on the stage but he was visibly disturbed by Suhan's question, something the latter saw..

The four of them remained still, each lost in his thoughts for just a few moments, just after which, the auctioneer pulled in another box and displayed the item to the room.

It was an exquisitely carved Binyeo. It was exceptionally beautiful. The head of the pin was made with jade, carved up as a phoenix. Rubies encrusted on it, the item was delicately gorgeous.

And rare.

The Jade workmanship, the details on the phoenix, and the stones on it, was something that wasn't commonly seen.

Suhan glanced at Hoseok, whose hands had clenched into fists. It felt as if the air around him had turned colder, the danger apparent.

The auctioneer started his introduction of the item.

"Here is an item tracing back to the Goryeo times of the Three Kingdom's Era. This is not just an antique from the period, but it has a special story attached to it.

During a period of History, there was a meteoric rise of a King who managed to subdue almost all faction who opposed his rule, capturing and conquering the regions of wilderness of independent tribes too. The extreme success of that King was because of his General.

You all know, the General was said to be an immortal, or someone who was not an ordinary human, for none could stand against his sword. It was said, if the general drew his sword, blood would flow like ariver. The king, afraid to lose him, gave him power different from what any general would enjoy.

But the General was not of a man of simple and good temperament. It is said, that a demon would be tamer than him. His habits, his mood, the way he would kill, his bloodthirst, his abilities had all believe him to be the reincarnation of Devil itself. None, not even the King bothered him out of the fear of provoking him.

The General himself, did not want much, he kept to himself. All went smoothly until the 4th prince saved the King from death in an accident. In return, as a reward, he wanted to marry a commoner, a girl he loved.

The King agreed. The General was sent on behalf of the King to bring her back. But, that girl was extraordinarily beautiful, and she caught the eye of the General.

That Demonic General captured the maiden and went against royal orders to bring her back to his house. But he arranged it as such that the Royals thought that the Family of the maiden had been attacked by bandits and the Maiden had committed suicide after being raped."

The more the story went on, the more alarmed Suhan was. Joon and Jin too were alert but horrified. They had no idea why Hoseok was having such a strong reaction to something associated with the General. It did not take a genius to figure out in which direction the story was headed.

Hoseok himself was agitated, his expression darkening the more he listened to it, his already sinister aura progressing to a murderous intent.

"That. Is not. The whole truth." Hoseok gritted out.

How the hell did he know that? At this point, Suhan, Jin and Joon were seriously unnerved.

Still Suhan needed him to remain under control, "Ignorance is a prevalent condition. Don't pay it attention."

On hearing it, the progressing haze of violence receded a bit.

Only Yoongi remained calm.

The auctioneer continued, "Once in his house, the maiden was said to be captured and kept in his bedroom. The General had fallen in love with her, but when met with opposition in form of her hatred, he kept her locked in his room and raped her. He was cruel and savage in the night, but attentive in the morning. His obsession for her was his insanity, his love for her hotter than lava. This went on for six months. During this time, the general commissioned different beautiful jewellery to win her over, each piece more exquisite than the last. But it is said, the maiden, never loved him back."

Hoseok's frame was visibly shaking in anger, a wild manic light in his eyes, a madness was slowly descending on him.

If this continued, Suhan knew things could get complicated.

"The 4th Prince had never given up on his love. He kept trying to find her after realizing that the body at the bottom of the mountain was not hers. He got suspicious of the jewellery the General kept commissioning, and started investigating. After all, as much as he was in love with the maiden, the maiden too longed for her love to save her. And four years later, he did find her."

"She is MINE! MINE! She could not, cannot love someone else!"

The ruthlessly gritted out words was low in volume but it carried a savage violence in them. Hoseok's hands were gripping the table hard, his jaw clenched and his eyes lost to a maniac obsession.

"Get him out. And stay with him. Right now, Drag him out." Suhan urgently told the two hybrids sitting beside Hoseok.

Jin did not waste time. With one well aimed jab behind his neck, Hoseok jerked hard and banged against the table, but did not lose consciousness. He looked at Jin enraged and furious. It seemed Hoseok, was triggered.

Yoongi punched his stomach hard and held his throat as soon as Hoseok bent down. Jin put his hands over Yoongi's putting pressure over his as Suhan watched coldly

Their movements were so smooth, the crowd which was engrossed in the story, did not notice. Except one person. The woman in green.

Hoseok struggled, but the against the strength of two Vrâgs, he had to succumb.

When the blood supply to his head gradually cut off, Hobi Blacked out. Without another word, Jin and Yoongi supported the almost unconscious person in the middle, stood up and walked away from the room in front of all.

The disturbance caused the Auctioneer to stop and several people to look at the retreating backs and then swing to Suhan for the explanation but their high hopes remained in the world of clouds.

Suhan merely smiled and gestured for the Auctioneer to continue, the glint in his eyes stopping anyone from asking any questions.

Jin and Yoongi carried Hoseok to one of the rooms, locked the door and then tossed the unconscious man on the bed.

Just as Yoongi went to check up on him, he was grabbed by his collar and slammed hard against the wall. An iron grip collared his neck as Jin coldly said, "Its high time that you tell us all what you know."

He tightened his hold on the Jaguar and slammed him to the wall again, "Do you want it all to result in an tragedy?? Why wont you speak??"

"Its precisely because I don't want a tragedy to happen all over again that I am keeping quiet!!! That I am doing what I am!!" Yoongi shouted back, his eyes going black as vines of black rapidly filled his face.

He pushed Jin away and pointed at Hoseok, "Did you see that? Did you see the way he was triggered? If this happens again, then there will be no way to get them back from the mad obsession and violence they will descend into!! If any one of us are truly triggered into it, WE WILL LOSE ALL OUR SENSE OF IDENTITY! In that madness, we WILL end up killing her!!!"

Seokjin punched Yoongi right across his face, "WHAT TRAGEDY? AGAIN??? WHAT TRIGGER?? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT????"

Yoongi's Vrâg receded from his eyes, but his face still had the marks, he took the punch from the incensed Eagle, "Not here Hyung. Not now. For this time, please, just trust me."

Jin looked at Yoongi and uttered a string of curses as he turned away from him and shouted his frustrations. Yoongi casually wiped away the trickle of blood from his lips.

"Taehyung is highly unstable and this-what I saw of Hobi was." Jin shook his head. He stood staring at the unconscious Python hybrid on the bed with his fists clenching and relaxing for some time.

Then he looked back at the Jaguar, "Fine. For now just tell me. What is and was his trigger?"

Yoongi walked towards Hoseok and smoothed the flicks of hair back from his forehead, "A trigger is when we are possessed with killing, vicious rage. If we descend in that insanity, the world around us will be stained in streams of blood. No one will survive us, No one will be able to pull us back. Our Vrâgs will have full reign but something more darker in us, something dormant in our souls will be woken." He paused, "It is NOT something that should EVER be unleashed. Not in this life."

Jin's penetrating eyes coldly looked at him, "You are hiding more."

Yoongi's lips curled into a rueful smile. He nodded once.

"Do we all have a trigger?"

"Only the ones who are close to the merge."

Jin digested that bit. Then he asked again, "What was his trigger? The Binyeo?"

"The Binyeo accelerated his merge." Yoongi stood up, "I am now starting to get why Hoseok has the insecurity and keeps asking Master to not be afraid of him."

Jin too had an estimate of the why, it was just difficult to wrap his head around it.

"His trigger," Yoongi said in a low voice, "Is the thought of Master loving, or liking or belonging to someone else."

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ANYA :

"I LIKED YOU! I STILL LIKE YOU!" Anya shouted at Song Joong-ki.

Song smiled at that, and said in a self deprecating way, "Took you long enough." And then he bent his head to rest it against her shoulder and sighed.

Anya remained rigid in his embrace, her emotions churning inside her. This was a man who was good. Who defied the nature of the world and was intrinsically a pure soul. Someone who had quietly supported her, charmed her. Distracted her when the pressure and negativity from the world got too much.

He was someone who had had an unconditional friendship with Suhan, even when he was not included in all their secrets. He had still stood beside them, unflinching in his loyalty.

Song Joongi-ki was handsome smart, intelligent, business savvy and decisive in the boardroom yet after the forest incident, he had never attached himself to any relationships. Nor had he ever pressured Anya into anything.

He just used to show up to take her to dinner, bringing his relaxed humour and witty mischief to the table, being there for her even before she realised she needed someone. Showed up in their house to have a day with Suhan to have him relax, remembered Arissa's birthday.

He never owned a hybrid. Nor did he ever excuse any negativity.

He was a Good Man. Better than her and Suhan.

And Anya did like him. The soft spot she had in her heart was difficult to ever erase. Which was what had her tongue stalled, she did not wish to hurt him.

"But you don't love me." Song's warm breath whispered over her collar bone.

"Sorry." For some reason, Anya felt her eyes sting.

She felt Song draw a shaky breath, but when he stood straight, he was smiling, the creases in the corner of his eyes stretched "Your hybrids must be quite special, to have overtaken 20 years of friendship in a few months."

"Song-"

"But what if I keep pursuing you?" he asked abruptly, "What if I stake my heart on his bet? What if I lay down every fibre of my soul to capture your heart with a single minded purpose of making you mine?"

He lowered his voice, his emotions heavy in them, "What if I try to snatch you away from them?"

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AUCTION :

Suhan and Joon looked perfectly relaxed with the indolently casual way they sat, but their anxiousness was stringing them up tight on the inside to the extent that both men slightly jumped in their seats when the chair beside Suhan was pulled out and Jimin sat down.

"What the fuck was that with Hobi Hyung?"

"No idea."

"Nothing good."

Both the answers were exactly what Jimin felt. "The vial? Is that with Hobi Hyung? Ask Jin Hyung to take it and give it to me. I'll do his part."

Instantly, Joon slid out his mobile to type out the missive while simultaneously asking, "You do remember Jennifer's Hybrid, right?"

"Once I see a face, I don't forget it."

"Quiet. I want to listen to this." Suhan murmured.

The Auctioneer started where he had stopped the story, "By the time the 4th prince understood and made a move, the insanity and piercing fixation with jealousy of the General had made him unstable when it came to the maiden. When his spies informed him of the invasion that the 4th prince was planning with the approval of the King and the entire royal army, as the King also found this an excuse to eliminate the General who was more powerful than him, a curious situation occurred.

The General sealed off his village and home. Everyone thought he was going to stand against the entire force coming to attack him, because he could single handedly defeat them all but that did not come to pass.

The general had his servants open the gates the night of the attack. When the 4th prince along with the Crown Prince stormed in, he was calmly waiting for them, without his sword.

The entire house was searched, but there was naught a single trace of the maiden anywhere. But, their bedroom, along with all the jewels had been set fire to. The entire side of the house had been burnt to ground.

When the Prince had shouted at him, the General had just said, "Mine in life, Mine in death."

That made the others all believe he had killed the maiden himself.

When the Prince tried to arrest him, he unexpectedly drew him deeper in the house as they all gave a chase. Only the Crown Prince and stepped out of the courtyard to send a missive to the King.

Suddenly, the entire village had then locked the gates of the courtyard trapping the entire squadron inside and then set fire to the house. The people who tried to climb over the fence were all killed. The entire village ground was soaked in deep brown of the blood which had gushed as sea, the night sky echoing with screams of dying men.

The crown prince survived as he had been outside. When the fires had calmed down, he went inside to find his Brother, only to find his dead body. The 4th prince's eyes had been dug out, his hands, feet and tongue cut, his head tossed out to another room while his body was stabbed till all the bones were shattered.

Beside the grotesque dead body, was the Dead Body of the General, his throat slashed by his own blade, but in his death, his face had a smile.

In that night dripping in red, the body of the Maiden was never found, nothing related to her was found. It was said that the General was that possessive of her, that he had not wished for anyone to even touch her possessions, let alone gaze at her dead body.

Interesting was the fact that the dark General had this Binyeo clutched in his hand when he had decided to take his life."

The entire hall remained silent after the story had ended.

As they all thought about the tragic, bloody love of the Mad demonic General, questions arose about the maiden.

Who was she? To incite such passionate flaming love in two prominent figures of history? Was she really raped repeatedly by the General who went insane in her love? How had she died? What did she feel when the General had taken her captive? What was the love like?

What was the significance of the Binyeo?

Their tragedy in the past went to evoke scintillating imagination of a Dark Lord dying for his love, but possessive even in his death, had probably smothered her in his arms, watching the life fading from her eyes as he might have kissed those lifeless lips while knowing about his own prominent death. He must have whispered to her lush beauty, "Mine in Life, Mine in death."

The auctioneer, seeing the absorption of the crown in the tale, continued with pleasure, sharing all that he knew about its history, "The incident was deeply shameful for the King who tried to remove every trace of the General from history, including his name. But the story was too vivid to be buried. This Binyeo is the only evidence left. He decided to burn the body of the General and have it--"

Suddenly, a loud and sophisticated voice cut across the storytelling, "10 Million."

People snapped out of the daze to watch Suhan swirling the wine in his glass as he bid for the pin again, "Make that 30 Million."

Shocked and stunned, the crowd gasped at the outrageously extravagant price. But of course, for Suhan it was pocket change.

His quoting this price was just a clear warning to the others to not irritate him by bidding on the item he wanted.

Without even beginning, the elite wealthy gave up on the Binyeo.

If Kim Suhan wanted it, it would be better to be silent in the bid. Anyways, such item drenched in history of obsession and violence was only suited for people who could maybe match it, because there was no doubt about it not being a stretch in anyone's mind, the way the General had been viciously ruthless, Kim Suhan could match that man shoulder to shoulder.

The auctioneer closed the bid quickly, congratulating Suhan on the purchase. Suhan only smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

Before the next item was brought out, someone from the crowd asked, "Any idea what his name was?"

The auctioneer smiled, "To the best of my investigative abilities, I could only vaguely get the General's last name. it was Jung."

After a brief silence, another voice asked, "Obviously the death of the army sent to end him was planned by the General, but why was the 4th prince's death so violently different from the others? Because he had chased after the General?"

Shaking his head the auctioneer ushered in another item, "No, The prince had met with that ending because he had dared to love, dared to threaten to take away the General's love from him."

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ANYA :

"What if I try to snatch you away from them?"

With a rueful smile and heavy heart, Anya replied, "Once I love, I don't stop. Do you think you will succeed?"

Unconsciously his hands tightened on her, "But you like me. Does that not mean you always will?"

"I always will."

"What if I say that is enough for me? What you felt, especially after Suhan and that girl left us alone, what of that?"

Anya's eyes glistened. She truly felt like she was inflicting more hurt to the man before her who was holding back on his emotions.

Song felt her reluctance, "God, to have such deep attachment. I really want to meet and know your hybrids. I really want to know what about them can capture you so effectively, so absolutely." He said in a tortured voice.

"Your fame of being lucky is indeed not untrue, after all, how many can boast to get their wishes granted seconds after expressing them?"

The voice was light and cajoling, humorous on the surface. Only Anya could hear the vein of deep anger hidden in it. She shivered.

Song glanced up ahead to see two extremely handsome men walk languidly towards them. One in a complete black suit and shirt, while the other . . . the other wore a deep burgundy silk shirt beneath his black suit.

The one with the scarlet shirt was intensely otherworldly in his stark beauty, but his eyes were darker than the deepest abyss, colder than a glacier.

Muddled in his head by being confronted by such blinding charisma, it took some time for Song to notice their ears, mostly hidden by their hair.

They were hybrids?

By the time he connected what the other person had said to their identity, the one dressed in all black had reached them.

He boldly grasped Song's hand on Anya's forearm and flung it away like a piece of trash, his force so extreme that Song's body turned with the momentum, staggering a little away.

Simultaneously, the hybrid went behind Anya and encircled his arm beneath her breasts, pulling her tightly to his body.

From that arm, Song Joong-Ki looked up into the Hybrid's eyes. Although his expression was cordial, his eyes were maniacal. His black iris seemed abnormally a little large.

A slashing grin crossed his face as he lowered his head a bit to Anya's head, inhaling her scent while he rubbed his lips over her hair, "Greetings. I am Jungkook. One of the hybrids you wanted to meet."

"Jungkoo-" Anya was softly cut of with an extremely gentle "Shhhhh"

Jungkook nuzzled into her, "You were gone for a long time Master. Had I known you were reacquainting yourself with your friend, I would have insisted to have been granted the pleasure of meeting your friend with you."

His voice was as soft as his embrace was cruel.

Not good. A little more push and he would be out of control. Jungkook was all Vrâg as it was.

Song Joong-ki had observed the hybrids from afar. He knew of their personas, but seeing them up close with such dangerous arrogance left him almost speechless. Hearing that name, he also realised who Nya was talking about when he invited her to jokingly call him JK. Somehow, that hurt him.

Still, he assembled himself.

Giving them a polite smile he said, "Have heard a lot about you . . ." he had just thought of lifting his hand for a handshake when Jungkook replied "Funny. We have heard of you just today. Master can really be absent minded about talking of people in her outer circle of friends."

When? Just when did the cute little Panther become this savage???

Anya closed her eyes as the insult landed squarely on Song, who rocked back a little. But then his gaze sharpened at the hybrid whose ruthless cutting mannerism in the guise of politeness rivalled Suhan's.

"Are you not afraid of hurting your Master?" Song tilted his chin slightly to indicate the way Jungkook's hands were slowly suffocating Anya.

That amount of possessiveness was extremely unhealthy. The way he thought he had a "right" on her was frightening. For the life of him, Song Joong-ki could not understand how Anya had failed to notice this disturbing behaviour.

Jungkook eyes deepened in a faint smile on hearing the man, and he lazily used his other hand to gently rub at one spot on Anya's neck.

Anya at that time was too busy trying to sort out her inner voice, and the musings of her brain, of which one to follow in order to not escalate the situation of being found in an embrace of a man she had confessed on having had a crush on. Her brain was telling her to keep the unknowing suppressed violence of Jungkook's Vrâg in check, while her inner voice was urging her to take Tae away, a strange fear in her blood having a peculiar knowledge about Taehyung being more dangerous of the two.

So, it took her a few seconds to understand what Jungkook's intension was.

"Jungkook, No!" but by the time she dodged the hand rubbing her neck, judging by the stunned and wounded expression on Song's face, she knew she was too late.

In retaliation of the criticism for his possessiveness, Jungkook had simply rubbed off the concealer she had used to cover up the deep bruises made by Yoongi on her.

Even though he had not erased the whole concealer, but it was enough to let the other man know just how much "right" he had on her.

"I am Taehyung."

Hearing his emotionless robotic voice, alarm bells started ringing in her head as she saw Taehyung extend his arm in a handshake.

He'll crush his hands! He had done it before! He is out of control right now!!

Just as she though this, Anya felt a little dizzy.

Done it before? When?

Her snag at her own thoughts caused her to be late to prevent the handshake. Song's brows creased in pain as she saw his hands almost being grinded to pieces.

She sharply pushed at Jungkook, who released her and pulled at Taehyung's Hand, "Release him." Tae let go only to train his eyes at her.

They were turbulent with anger. Savage in its determination. His Vrâg was just beneath his skin, barely being kept in check.

This, was a situation straight from her nightmares.

Without hesitation, Taehyung was reaching out to hold her to him, to kiss her, when she turned around to take a hasty look at Jungkook. The Panther was beyond enraged, but still better off than Taehyung.

"I am trusting you." She told him, and then without a single glance at Song, she pushed Tae a little, "Come with me?" and pulled him towards the exit.

Taehyung resisted her hold and looked back at Song, his emotionless aura seemingly dull in terms of threat, but knowing Suhan for a long time, Song accurately guessed, the more emotionless and blank this Taehyung became, the more dangerous he was.

"Tae." Anya tugged him again.

Jungkook nodded at Tae once, who then abruptly turned and left the pool room with Anya, leaving Jungkook and Song Joong-ki alone.

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ANYA :

Tugging Taehyung along with her, Anya truly did not think of anything else except for what she had felt right when Taehyung had introduced himself. The absolute certainty she had felt of him crushing Song's hands and then aiming a punch came from past experience. But what past experience??

For the past few days, these feelings of inconstancies with her own feelings and memories were disturbing her.

She had been under a lot of pressure in the business front to pull off what she had but in a manner that would not put her under the limelight yet, which in itself was a challenge because spotlight of the business and financial world was always trained on her.

Then she had been worried about the Vrâgs.

There seriously was no time for her to examine these strange Déjà vu.

Anya was on the floor where personal rooms or guest rooms were located. Even though this castle was only for show and holiday purpose, few dozen rooms were off limits to the guests. Except her family.

The guard respectfully nodded and let her pass. Anya did not waste any time as she opened the 2nd available guest room and ushered them both inside, locking the door.

It was only when she locked the door that she felt the haze Taehyung was in. Slowly she turned towards him, to find him looking at her with the same emotionless cold eyes, his expression a perfect blank.

Anya did not try and explain it all. She just went close to him and picked his hand, grasping it warmly between her palms. "I am sorry."

"Not acceptable." His voice had no inflection at all.

Anya took a deep breath, "He has been in my life for a long time. Honestly, I do like him, but never can I love him. He is my friend-"

Somehow that word visibly did something to Taehyung whose eyes erratically started to change colour. From his normal black to green of his animal to black to green in seconds.

"Friend? FRIEND??" Taehyung grasped her arms roughly and pulled her to him.

I cant let him lose control here. Not here. Anything he says, I'll go along with. I just hope he wont be too violent with me resulting in any bruises for all to see.

"Just because he was with you as you grew up does not mean he has a right to touch you! Does not mean you have to like him!! That kind of a thing only applies to ME, Little Fairy!!"

All thoughts, all plans, all alertness went out in a blink. Like a bulb which had fused suddenly, Anya stood stock still, her mind completely filled with only two words.

Little fairy . . .

Little fairy . . .

Little fairy . . .

Taehyung, was getting agitated, his eyes violently kept changing colour, his hands on her firm but gentle. His warm hands were careful to not hurt her, even though he was roiling in emotions.

"Why do you have someone else's scent on you??" he hugged her to himself, crushing her soft, feminine figure to his firm body, his arms around her back with his head bent over the top of her head, making a cage of his body, trapping her.

Anya's face was resting below his collarbone, his scent of coffee and musk making her dizzy.

"I kept my promise even if I broke the first. I came back did I not? Just as I said I would? Then why were you in the arms of some other person?" his voice was breaking in anguish, "Why are you not recognising me?"

Even though Taehyung's voice was gentle, in his warm embrace with his heart beating in her ears, Anya could hear the tortured and heart broken inflection.

But she still had no idea of what he was speaking about. What promise?

A deep throbbing headache was starting for her, and she chose to remain quiet.

Taehyung cuddled her closer to him and dropped kisses over her head, "I am sorry. I am so very sorry Fairy. I know you suffered. I am sorry. I should have stayed."

Those words were foreign. They did not mean anything to Anya except to confuse her even more. She was puzzled as to why he was apologizing but in contrast, to her horror, she lifted her hands and pushed Taehyung with all her might.

She pushed Taehyung so very forcefully, that the hybrid actually stumbled back from her.

Anya looked at her own hands, terrified and not knowing the reason of such strong reaction from her. Not knowing why she pushed him, when she felt fat drops of tears dripping from her eyes.

Confusion at peak, she lifted her finger to her eyes, as if to really check at the tears which flooded her eyes, filled with a deep angry pain so deep that it immersed her in its gut wrenching unhappiness.

She could not fathom why his apology tore her open in seconds, unknown raw wounds bleeding at the pain of him leaving.

"I am sorry Fairy."

"STOP SAYING THAT!!" Anya shouted. Scared, confused and frightened at what she was feeling, not knowing why or what was happening, Anya clasped her hands on her ears, blocking out the noise, desperately trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her.

Taehyung's eyes flickered even faster, black vines creeping up on his face. His voice fractured into multiple pitches but still he tenderly clasped Anya's shaking figure to himself again.

"I had told you before, the red string binding us to each other will remain unbreakable" he kissed her ears, then held her as precious treasure that she was to him, "then why are you punishing me by allowing someone else to touch you? I am alive, they are alive, then why are you looking at someone else?"

"Taehyung, I don't know whats wrong with you but you need to stop." Anya was almost crying. There was an ache inside her heart which sent jolts of pain down her body, she couldn't stop her tears.

Taehyung suddenly lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and curled his own body around her, sheltering her.

He rested his forehead on hers, "I caused your death, I collapsed before we walked to that future I promised you, but this time, we are already in it. We are living that future Little Fairy."

Anya's headache got worse. Her teeth started hurting and her vision dimmed.

"But I cant let someone else claim you. I am possessive, love. I will not tolerate the scent of someone else other than us on you." His Vrâg took over him, his eyes were slowly changing to green.

Taehyung touched her lips with his, "Next time if I see him close enough to touch you with his breath, I will peel his muscles and break his spine while he chokes and drowns in his blood. You are mine Little Fairy."

Little fairy . . .

I Love You . . .

Only Yours . . .

Taehyung .

The pain became too much for her. Her confusion, her tears overwhelmed her. She knew she was supposed to be the pillar for her hybrids in this Gala, but this pain was burning her alive. She was gasping in sorrow so profound, her soul was crying out for relief.

It is my belief that has turned into flames, which engulfs me in a burning pain of a truth that is fractured.

Her own screaming voice echoed in her head, of a long, long, long buried past she could not reach.

Later . . .

She would try to make sense of what was happening later . . .

For now, she needed to escape from his choking sadness. For now, she wanted to escape from the beautiful Vrâg with his demonic voice and tender, loving words.

For now, she needed relief.

Anya succumbed to the headache and closed her eyes, letting the blackness lull her to unconsciousness as she fainted on that bed.

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JUNGKOOK :

For a few moments, no one talked but they sized each other up.

With Anya gone, there was no need for Jungkook to pretend to be docile to a stranger. His eyes hardened and expression turned mocking.

"Nya trained you guys in an exceptional manner for you to be confident enough to be openly rude to me." Song said as he understood his look.

Jungkook made a tsking sound, "You must have led an exceptionally sheltered life to consider this to be rude Song."

Song Joong-ki coldly said, "Master."

At that, Jungkook let loose a chilling laugh, "Dream on."

Understanding flashed "You only call Nya Master. No one else. Her rules?"

Ignoring him, Jungkook casually strolled towards the pool, "You seem to claim to love my Master. What kind of person are you who can only form some insipid emotion for someone and remain useless when it comes to the matters of her protection?"

It took a second for Song Joong-ki to adjust to the abrupt change of subject. But he did not get angry at the way Jungkook talked to him. He contemplated what Jungkook said, "Threats to Anya are common-"

"And you are pathetic enough to dismiss them each time without getting worried?"

A sizzle of rage climbed up Song's mind. "I have known her longer than you, hybrid. I know what she is capable of and what she can handle. Do you think I will insult her intelligence-"

"My my," Jungkook murmured, "Never thought emotions such as worry for your Love was tied to logical thinking. You are indeed special."

Song Joong-ki sneered, "It seems that your jealousy is climbing the walls to get at me. Throwing barbed insults will not change facts for your Master."

Jungkook shrugged, "There is a saying - Out of sight, out of mind. The absent are always wrong. Heard of it?"

Song Joong-ki gaped at Jungkook. He could not believe a hybrid, a hybrid had so casually threatened him. Even if he had never wanted to own a slave, it still was an established fact in his mind that hybrids were people who were beneath humans.

The sheer audacity of this one? To hint at having him killed?

With supressed anger he said, "Knowing Nya I am certain she does not know what your personality is like. Do you even know what you are doing? Just who you are provoking?"

Jungkook sighed, "You are so very noisy."

Looking every inch of a spoiled and lazy boy, Jungkook strolled towards Song "The question you are asking is wrong Song." Song Joongi-Ki was angry, but he wanted to know what the hybrid was like.

When he saw Jungkook approaching him, Song thought of teaching the hybrid a small lesson. Just to get him to break that attitude. Then he would sit down and listen to what he was saying about Anya being in trouble.

Just a little pain to put the hybrid in his place again. He would later apologise to Anya.

There was lightness in his heart too. It seemed Anya had no idea how immature and impudent these hybrids had become just because they had some leeway. Possessiveness aside, once their bratty nature was revealed to Nya, the latter would gradually lose interest.

Jungkook stopped at an arm's distance from Song, "The question you should be asking is." His mocking expression abruptly changed to a malicious iciness "Who am I?"

Fast as lightening, Jungkook's hand shot out and grabbed Song's throat in a vicious hold.

Before Song could react, Jungkook picked him up by his throat, making the human's legs dangle in the air, the toes barely touching the ground.

Song could not process the sudden attack. His face turned red as he started choking, the veins on his forehead bulged. He frantically tried to free the hand encircling his throat, but could barely do anything.

Another laugh echoed in the pool room making his blood run cold.

"Look at you. Such a pitiful human." Jungkook's chuckle had a sinuous wicked darkness in it as he watched the human in his hold gasping for air. "And this level of miserable pathetic human dared to touch my Star?"

He turned with Song still suspended above ground and walked towards the pool.

His strength, has horrendously terrifying.

Reaching the pool, he dropped the human in the water.

Song was proficient in martial arts and an excellent swimmer, but he felt woefully inadequate against the hybrid. So inadequate, that his heart shook a little with the swirls of fear.

He sank to the bottom due to the drop, but quickly surfaced to drag in a mouthful of air. But before the water could recede from his eyes, before he could breathe again, a strong hand submerged him in the water again.

Bubbles escaped from his mouth as he thrashed violently to surface again, but the strength of that one hand could not be softened.

Above the pool, Jungkook yawned once, but the flash of deadly anger in his eyes did not abate.

His lips curled in a smile, he was enjoying the sight below him.

When Jungkook sensed Song becoming sluggish, he grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him out of the water, then flung him on the floor.

Song landed hard on it. Coughing fiercely, he was scared. But not for himself. Eyes filled with terror, he looked at the smiling Demon before him while coughed up a lung.

Jungkook's suit was still impeccably draped on his hard figure, with the top buttons open and his dashing handsomeness, no one would suspect him to be capable to such extreme murderous darkness.

"Does-doe-does Anya Know?" Song coughed as he asked.

"Ah. So it has become Anya now. Finally. I hate you calling her Nya." Jungkook's smile deepened. As did the slightly psychotic aura around him. "That nickname is only for Suhan to use."

Jungkook knelt down on Song's prone body. This close, Song could see the deranged but composed and calm darkness in his eyes. This hybrid was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.

He would need to tell Anya in some way.

Jungkook chuckled, "You are so transparent. Want to tell my Master about me?"

In less than a microsecond, Jungkook's eyes got big and round, a pure innocence apparent in that mild wet gaze. His expression turned panicked, soft and vulnerable. His voice cute and tender, "Please don't say anything to my Master. What if she stops loving me?"

His lips wobbled a little in grief as he bit them in distress.

Such level of deceit made Song even more terrified. The Jungkook before him appeared so very defenceless and vulnerable that even Song felt the need to protect him. To rub his head and cuddle him to oneself.

That quickly, the expression erased itself as Jungkook gave a savage smile, "Do you have the confidence to make her believe you? You, whom she will actively avoid, or me, who lives with her, breathes the same air as she does." Then he bent down to the other man's ears, "Me, who sleeps with her holding her close to me, every night?"

"You Bastard! You manipulative deceitful-"

Jungkook grabbed the man's jaw and squeezed, "Shhhh. . . I don't like noisy people." His grasp was so strong, it was bound to leave bruises. The pressure from his hands on his jaw bones was strong enough to dislocate them. Just when he feared that was exactly what Jungkook would do, Jungkook pushed back Song's head on the ground and released him.

Then he stood up and walked a little away, his mannerism depicting a bored expression. It was as if he no longer wanted to play because the person was beneath his effort. Looking at him, he gave an image of a kid being bored by the toy he had fiddled with.

"Get up. You are too pathetic to be of any entertainment to me. If you truly are her friend and wish to help, ask Suhan about the threats they are facing. Maybe, you might be able to redeem yourself a little."

Without a care he walked towards the exit leaving Song Joong-ki wet and injured on the floor. Right before he left, he half turned to the side, "Graciously accept that you lost a precious Star. Pursue her, then your bones will not be able to identify your flesh after it rots underground. SHE, is OURS."

Song shivered on the floor with cold. He watched until Jungkook's silhouette disappeared. Letting out a deep breath, he lay back down on the ground, assimilating everything he saw.

I have to see Suhan. I need to meet him.

Even as his blood boiled and his heart tore at the knowledge of Anya sleeping with Jungkook, the love bite on her neck, his resolve to get her back hardened. There was no way he would lose her to there dangerous psychotic animals.

But Jungkook was right. Based on what he had seen, Anya would not believe him easily.

He needed to talk to Suhan first.

Jungkook walked out of the exit then ground to a stop on seeing Suhan leaning on the wall next to the door. One leg propped behind on the wall, his hands crossed over his chest and a faint smile on his lips. "You really are the past me." Was all he said.

Jungkook hurried to his side, "You are not angry? He is your friend."

Suhan pulled the Panther in a side ways hug with his hand over Jungkook's shoulder as he guided them both to walk away, "Always remember. Family above all."

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NAMJOON :

Namjoon slowly sipped his Mojito as he and Jimin waited for the right moment to arrive.

This was the reason why they had all come here. The plan that the hybrids had made and Suhan had approved. No one had said anything to Anya about it.

This was the party where they wanted to take away most of the players in the game. It was necessary now because everyone had an intuition that after tonight, the game that D or X played would be taken to a whole different level. They needed to act now.

Joon sipped from his glass without tasting the contents.

Already, the problems inside their pack were multiplying with each passing second.

Hoseok had woken up with no recollection of what had happened. He had been utterly confused about how he had been in a room when the last thing he remembered was asking for the auction booklet to look at the items in the soiree room.

Leaving him alone, the next headache had been Taehyung. Yoongi had taken one look at him and pushed everyone out of the room including Anya, who was still not well after Suhan and Jungkook had found her unconscious.

It was after half an hour that Yoongi and Taehyung had come out. Taehyung since then had been strangely docile and quiet, almost like the conditioned hybrid he once had been.

Joon sighed.

There was a lot going on that even they did not understand.

"Hyung get ready, I hear him." Jimin said.

Right. For days, the hybrids had rigged up their target, slowly got what he wanted to do here and then planned this. The first step had been to take the vials and USB from his accomplice, Seojin.

And then, to set up the activities in a mellow enough manner to not be suspected for the purpose they wanted.

Anya had been asked to be with Taehyung and mingle with the first batch of ladies who were dining before the ball started.

Their target, was fast approaching.

Lee Dong Wook.

When Joon sensed he was in their hearing distance, he looked a little towards Jimin and started his part. Both and picked a cozy spot beside the entry of the room. If someone wanted to eavesdrop, they could easily use the wall. It also kept the others in the room in front of them.

Joon only hoped none would come over to try and seduce them in between.

"Do you really think Suhan is that attached to Jennifer? I thought it was just a joke?"

Taking the bait, Lee stopped on hearing the line.

Jimin made a who knows sound, "He has been talking about her a lot more, has not visited any girl after her. His mother was so worried she came to our house to warn him away and still he keeps talking about her and continuing his association."

"I know for a fact how damn trashy that girl is. There is nothing that she has not done. She is seriously beneath Suhan. Why is he so obsessed?"

"Don't know. But I say let him be."

Joon made an exclamation, "Why?"

Jimin lowered his voice but made sure it could still be heard, "However badly our Master treats us, she has still given us a lot of freedom for which I am really grateful."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Jimin made an exasperated sound, "She has been asking Suhan for that Lee person for so long but Suhan keeps lying and making her not talk. He doesn't care about what she feels, so why should I be the saint to tell him what a slut Jennifer is? Would serve Suhan right to feel a little pain."

"Shut up." Joon hurriedly said as Suhan came to them from the other side.

"Have you guys seen Jennifer?" Suhan asked them.

"No." both denied.

Suhan sighed and went away.

"See?" Jimin told Joon, "why would I tell him she is in the backyard garden by the pond?"

"You shouldn't have. Don't you know? Master might have been with her."

After that, they stopped. Lee had already taken the bait and walked away in search of Jennifer with Anya.

Originally, the guy had made a simple plan of dosing two of their packs with a strong aphrodisiac, by Seojin, during the ball. Then bravely coming to rescue her from her hybrids, making an impression and getting rid of them at the same time. Of course it was also to start a scandal.

What a hilariously simple and idiotic plan it was. Very sure it was without the approvals of D or X.

Jimin looked down his cellphone and nodded.

They had taken the two vials of aphrodisiac from Seojin and used half on Jennifer right now.

Joon looked at Jimin and asked, "How did you get Jennifer's hybrid to cooperate with you?"

Jimin smiled a little sadly, "He had seen us when they had come home, so he believed me when I promised him something that he craved."

"Freedom? Joon asked.

Shaking his head, Jimin said, "A quick death."

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OUTER COURTYARD :

Lee was walking all around the garden but he found no trace of Jennifer nor did he find Anya. Giving up, he looked at his watchand noticed that he needed to go inside. Only half an was left before Seojin gave the tampered drinks to the hybrids.

Given the scandalous attendees of the ball, no CCTV cameras were inside to prove or give evidence of the drug inside the drink.

His doctor had looked at him in sympathy at his last visit, he did not have much time left. All he wanted was Anya.

But unexpectedly, he could not contact her at all. All the calls to her office were filtered by Adora, his number was blocked on her cell phone, the calls to the house were all directed to Suhan who never picked up.

Anya was abysmal in searching through emails and social apps were not something she preferred. Even so, there was still a chance that she might see his pleas to meet, but someone, most probably Suhan, deleted all his messages after hacking into his social apps.

Which was strange, because Suhan had never been much of a hacker.

Even here, it was nearly impossible being near Anya who was either surrounded by the hybrids, or the crowd which was going crazy over the said hybrids.

He paused a bit to admit that even he felt a twinge of desire for those confident domineering slaves. The chance to break them was insidiously tempting. But the way they talked, The way they charmed, even though they had been sex slaves used by most of the individuals here, they felt different from before.

It was as if some another stranger had suddenly taken their place. Same face, but different soul.

The world was salivating for them. Lee Dong Wook smiled at the way Anya had managed that.

It was a shame that he had to use two of them to get his plans. No doubt after tonight, they would be killed, and Anya's pride would be damaged, but Lee was a desperate person living on borrowed time.

He wanted her.

"Ahh Ahh harder, fuck cant you do better???"

Lee stopped in front of the open French window to a darkened room on the ground floor. That voice in the throes of passion belonged to Jennifer.

He padded towards the sounds, amused at the predicament of Suhan liking someone like her. Lee suddenly wanted to humiliate that guy, he wanted to make a stab at Suhan.

Lee got out his mobile, thinking of filming and sending it to Suhan and stepped inside the dark room to see Jennifer riding a hybrid.

Just as he was about to start filming, the hybrid said, "Mistress, there is someone standing before us." Curiously, the hybrid said so in a loud voice and turned Jennifer towards Lee.

For a second, Lee froze where he stood. But Jennifer did not. She swiftly climbed off the hybrid and came to him, pressing her slender, delicate nudity on him.

Her dress was pulled down and her soft round breasts crushed against Lee's chest. Jennifer took Lee's hand and guided it to her sopping wet centre, shamelessly rubbing against it as her other hand fondled his rapidly growing erection.

Her eyes were glazed over, "Please Fuck me Lee, Fuck me however you want! I cant bear it right now." Her words were frenzied.

Being a hot blooded male, and a lecherous one at that, Lee grunted in pleasure as Jennifer sank down to her knees and quickly opened his suit pant to take his hot erection in her mouth, sucking on the head as she swirled her tongue wetly over his slit.

she moved as if she was possessed, sucking him deep in her throat, gagging, but still going, swallowing him.

Lee's hands fisted her head as immediately he started thrusting in her mouth, his eyes closed against the pleasure.

That quickly, he was lost to reason.

He did not remember why he came inside the room for. When given a warm wet mouth to fuck, a willing body to take his frustrations out on, he did not hesitate to use it.

As suddenly as it had started, Lee went with the flow.

He was so lost in the hedonistic joy of the sexual connection, that his otherwise sharp mind could not make the connection that all signs in the woman pointed at her being drugged.

Jennifer then let go of him, Lee growled at displeasure but she bent herself over on the wooden desk, "Fuck me! Hold me down and Take me! Please, hurt me, make me beg for it!" the drug was at its peak and Jennifer was going out of control. All her peculiarities and fetishes surfaced, her masochism stimulated, she needed the pain from a strong, hard fuck.

Lee did not even stand to question it as he stepped behind her, one hand slammed her down on the desk, her breasts almost flattened on the surface and he roughly thrust in inside of her.

He would comply with all that the woman requested of him.

"AHHH! YES JUST LIKE THAT! CHOKE ME! CHOKE ME!"

The frenetic passion of the woman was extremely infectious as Lee thrusted against her brutally, while his other hand encircled her throat to choke her. Jennifer made struggling noises which inflamed him even more. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, keeping the chokehold in place, "Do you want more, slut? Do you want me to ruin that pussy of yours? You want me to slap you?" he said that while he wildly thrusted in abandon and then released her hair to slap her bottom so hard that his red imprint remained.

Jennifer grunted at that, and groaned in a strained voice, "Slap me!"

Lee dug his hand at the back of her head and grabbed a handful of her hair to tilt her head sideways, "You enjoying it, huh?" he said as he kept the brutal rhythm and then slapped her cheek.

Jennifer gasped, "More!"

Lee laughed, "You are one twisted bitch!" then he slapped her again. He held her body down and fucked her so hard that her hips got bruised by knocking against the desk repeatedly.

Suddenly, Jennifer's hybrid, who had dressed quickly, ran to the open French windows opposite the door and screamed, "HELP PLEASE HE IS RAPING MY MISTRESS!! PLEASE HELP!!"

Startled, Lee looked at the hybrid but did not pause fucking the woman below him.

He should have.

The door to the room burst open and a dozen or more of men came inside the room to switch on the lights.

Lee stopped. His eyes had not adjusted to the light enough to look at the people when Jennifer's hybrid bent down at the feet of the closest man.

"The Gentleman asked me to drug my mistresses drink and then made her leave. I came across my Mistress screaming for help as he raped her. Please help her."

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??" Lee Dong Wook shouted and pulled himself away from the woman.

Kim Dahl, Jennifer's dad, Two Ministers, Song Chul - the most influential Minister in the financial sector, Suhan, Jin, Yoomgi, Hoseok, Jungkook, Si Hyuk, Anya's father and many more important figures stood looking at the scene. This room was the personal office of Kim Dahl where he kept the best cigars and whisky.

On the insistence of a few males, the group had already been en route here.

In the garden, over the open French window, another crowd formed after hearing the screams. The ladies peering in from the side.

Jennifer quickly assimilated the scene too. She heard what her hybrid confessed about being drugged and knew what she had to do.

Jennifer stumbled and clutched at her torn clothing and rushed towards her father, crying, "Dad, he was raping me! But I was unable to stop him because I feel the effects of the drug!"

Seeing the distressed woman clutch at her torn clothes with red finger prints on her throat and red side of her face where she had been slapped, the scene could only ever have one meaning.

Suhan pushed his way inside and helped Jennifer's father in making the girl wear her father's coat.

"WHAT THE HELL? SHE CAME ON TO ME!" Lee had zipped himself up.

"ENOUGH!!" Jennifer's father's face was red in anger, "YOU DARE TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS WHEN THE SIGNS OF YOUR ABUSE IS CLEAR FOR ALL TO SEE?"

"She asked me to do it! She is that crazy freak who gets off-"

"DO NOT slander the lady after you raped her!" Suhan's voice whipped around the room. The watching crowd knew about the deep friendship Suhan shared with Lee. Of how much he respected him as a mentor. For him to get enraged, all the suspicion tilted at once towards Lee.

"I have been in a relationship with the lady and I can say for sure that she IS gentle! How dare you insult her character after the vile deed you have committed???"

Jennifer was huddling in her father's arms and was touched by the way Suhan defended her. She had indeed been restrained with Suhan. Not letting the other know about her s and m tendencies. She was glad she had done so.

Right now, if she wanted to keep Suhan's favour, as he clearly was infatuated with her, she had to make sure that Lee Dong Wook was so silenced, that no one would believe him.

She glanced at her hybrid, who must have heard the coming people and his guilty conscious after drugging her must have made him help her. What a loyal dog.

In that crowd, there were indeed a few men who knew what Jennifer was really like. But after Suhan spoke, they remained quiet on listening to the sound of slight ardour in his voice.

If he liked Jennifer, then confessing to have been bed partners with her could possibly evoke Suhan's anger towards them. No one wanted that.

"Suhan! Differences aside do not make me be the bearer of a crime I did not commit. You know me! I-"

Jennifer was still buzzed by the drug but she could not let Lee rope Suhan back to his graces. "I am not lying! How dare you?" she wept acting like a distraught woman who was indeed raped and then charged forward in an attempt to beat Lee who tried to hold her off without hurting her in front of others.

Jin and Suhan rushed forward to separate the girl from the Man.

So engrossed was the crowd in the salacious scandal and the father being kept in check by the others, that no eye noticed Jin slipping a vial inside the inner suit pocket of a struggling Lee Dong Wook when he safely pulled Jennifer away from him.

"WHY WOULD I RAPE A TRAMP LIKE YOU? YOU WAG YOUR TAIL AT ANYONE WHO GLANCES AT YOU! ALL I HAD TO DO WAS CROOK A FINGER TO GET YOU NAKED!" Lee Dong Wook shouted.

That insult landed squarely on Jennifer's heart, the poisonous words stimulating her jealousy and insecurities.

Again, no one noticed how Suhan and Jin let her go at the edge of the desk, instead of taking her all the way back to her father.

"How can you be so evil?" Jennifer wept, "How? Just how?" she cried so pitifully and acted so wronged, that a few women from the crowd of the gardens stepped forward, when they saw a similar sight to what they had witnessed before.

"Mr. Lee Dong Wook did not just rape Jennifer today. Me and 3 of my friends were chatting in the upper levels when we saw Cheon Seojin and Lee go in a room. Lee came out of it after some time but Seojin did not. We had moved to another place but after a few more minutes we heard heart rending cries. When we arrived in the room, Seojin was crying just like Jennifer with her clothes torn just like this. It took a few of us to calm her down but she refused to talk. Its quite clear what has happened."

"WHAT LOAD OF RUBBISH!"

"STOP, LEE! Just Stop!" Suhan shouted. The others were still trying to calm down Jennifer's dad who was on the verge of having a stroke as he shouted at Lee.

Suhan turned to the cowering hybrid and asked him to come forward. The room became silent as the hybrid knelt down, "When did Lee give you the drug?"

Keeping his head down, the hybrid extended his hand and put out a vial half filled with a substance, "Mr. Lee found me and threatened me to empty the whole vial in the drink of my mistress. Even though I was frightened, I only emptied half of it."

Suhan took the vial and studied it. Then he murmured, "Half is left. A simple medical test will prove if it's the same substance in Jennifer's body." Turning to a shocked and stunned Lee, he raised an eyebrow, "search him."

Lee Dong Wook was stunned to find the vial he had given Seojin to drug Anya's hybrids had somehow been used against him. Which was why he was silent when a few men from the distinguished guests came forward to search him.

And then Lee was even more stunned to see one of the men retracting another vial from his jacket.

"NO! NO! I AM BEING FRAMED!"

Jennifer's dad then coldly stated, "This and the other vial will be processed for fingerprints. I will then ask a few of my connections to find out about the composition of the drug and its original maker and the one who purchased it. I am sure that it will be traced back to you!"

Lee was now understanding that he was indeed in a fix. If such an investigation was carried out, only he would be incriminated. The only way to get out of it would be to tell the truth about his plan to drug Anya's hybrids, but that would result in the Kims heading for his head openly. Specifically Anya. That was not something he wanted.

Jennifer's dad continued, "I will not spare any alleys for you to deflect from the crime and slander you committed against my daughter. I WILL expose and ruin you Lee!"

Lee was not afraid of a small fish like him. but he WAS afraid of the person he associated with. If his visibility of the crime would be linked to him, then he would undoubtedly have him killed to avoid being discovered by association in a plot against Anya.

"My sister has not been feeling well in this party." Suhan slowly said, then he glanced up at Lee, his eyes filled with rage which was reflected in his voice, "were you responsible for it? Did you drug her?"

With the sudden turn of this conversation, gleefully, the women and men looked at the horrified and wounded expression on Lee Dong Wook's face, which meant that when a sharp letter opener was nudged and placed right in front of Jennifer's hand on the desk by Jin, not a soul noticed it.

"Suhan!" desperately Lee's words tumbled from his mouth, "You alone in this world know just how extremely in love with your sister I am. Have always been! How can you even insinuate that I could ever cause physical harm to my Anya?"

That statement caused a ripple of gossip among the crowd.

With the new information, Suhan's question made sense. But the age gap? Love such as that was scandalous! Almost pedophilic if the history of their association was considered. Openly admitting to love someone with an age gap almost as wide as a father and daughter's, It openly made anyone disgusted at the one sided nature, equalling it to vulgar fetish.

The people loved such a turn.

Only the faces of Kim dahl, Anya's father, Anya's Uncle darkened with a dangerous anger.

And Jennifer reacted as a wounded animal being poked at the place where it hurt the most. She hated Anya for taking away her Taehyung and Jungkook! She hated her for all the things she had, and somehow Jennifer was being belittled in such a situation over her?? Even now, she was still chosen as a pure person after owning seven sex slaves?

"Then why did you not go to rape her instead!"

"I WOULD NEVER RAPE OR HURT HER! Neither did I do such a thing to you Slut!!"

"You think I am not as good as her?? You think she is some far goddess??" The effect of the aphrodisiac was excitatory for her anger as well, smoothly it worked to loosen her tongue even further, "You say you cant hurt her?? BUT THEN WHO WAS TRYING TO FINANCIALLY BANKRUPT HER? WHO TRIED TO SABOTAGE HER NEW JEWEL LINE? WHO SHOOK HANDS WITH D FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF DESTROYING HER??"

This caused a legitimate shock to go around the crowd, but caused the lips of Anya's hybrid to slightly curl upwards.

Taehyung being the only exception who was still with Anya, all the other hybrids were dispersed in the throngs of people. They started their search of cataloguing the emotions of the key players they suspected could be D or X.

They knew how to make a quick survey of utter effectiveness in a situation where the reactions would be unguarded, giving them a glimpse of what was under the mask everyone wore. Peter and Arissa had taught them well.

This was the second big task they had planned the night around.

Recon.

"SHUT UP WHORE! Even if you concoct different scenarios such as these for sympathy, your value as a 2 cent whore for the ways you disrespect yourself and your own value is the example of who you are. Not because you sleep around, but because of your lack of morals of who you sleep with. May it be a hybrid, or your father's married friend or an underage minor! Its your actions that will always cause you to be inferior to her!"

Jennifer was agitated, wounded and worked up to her limit. Each jibe bashed her hard for its truth, the men around her nodded too. She could not bear such an assignation to her character as her tears spilled over and an anger overtook her.

She blindly grabbed the letter opener in front of her and threw herself at Lee with a cry of deep embarrassment, "WHO ARE YOU TO SAY THAT? DO YOU NOT DO THE SAME? DO YOU NOT WANT ALL GIRLS DESPITE THEIR AGE OR MARRIAGE????? WHY IS IT THAT IF A GIRL DOES THE SAME, SHE IS BRANDED AS A WHORE BUT A MAN AS A DESIRABLE WANTED PLAYBOY??? SOMEONE CHARMING?????"

She blindly tried to stab Lee in her rage.

Naturally Suhan and Jin tried to separate her at the same time as Lee was screaming at her to let go.

This scenario was exactly what Suhan and the hybrids wanted. Exactly what they had in mind for which they had orchestrated the who evening's event.

As the last mark, the last task of their Plan, Suhan grabbed Jennifer's hand while his other hand and Jin pulled Jennifer in a manner where painful force was used in a guise to pull her away and keep her distracted from the sensations of her hand. Her being drugged helped the matter greatly.

In her rage and tears, Jennifer did not feel, nor did anyone see, as Suhan guided Jennifer's hand and accurately stabbed Lee on his chest in a way that would look like a lung puncture.

He then let go and unwrapped his palm on Jennifer's as soon as Lee shouted and successfully pulled the girl away.

To the onlookers, the tragedy was witnessed by the countless eyes.

In a fit of rightful temper, it was Jennifer who had stabbed Lee Dong Wook.

No one could argue with that.

Someone cried out in alarm, others scattered and Jennifer herself gasped at the blood continuously flowing from the wound with the sharp letter opener still embedded in Lee's chest.

Suhan was the first to react.

"KEEP THAT IN PLACE! IT'S A LUNG PERFORATION!"

The hybrids all nodded to each other, their survey complete. They quietly withdrew from the group. Jin nodded at Suhan who gave him a smirk of acknowledgement and then bent down to show a concerned face at his Mentor's face, managing people to help him call for an ambulance.

The entire gathered elite echelons of the society saw the decisive, selfless and worried way Suhan and his hybrids cared for Lee till the ambulance came, the way he broke down a little at this unfortunate incident and asked to be excused from the Gala as he wanted to attend to his Mentor and follow him to the hospital.

Anya too came and excused herself when she heard of what had transpired.

When the ambulance and the cars left the Gala, everyone could only talk about Anya's hybrids, Suhan's selfless bold friendship and Lee Dong Wook.

No doubt till the next morning, all that had happened in the Gala would be known by the world. All of it. Which would definitely include the accusation of Lee Dong Wook working with a mysterious figure D in wanting to take down Kim Anya.

Among the crowd let to gossip wildly at the Gala, two pairs of eyes burned for Yoongi as they licked their lips to get a taste of him again. For them, it had been a long time since they abused him 2 weeks before the Auction when he was gifted to them by Park.

One pair of eyes mysteriously watched the hybrids depart.

One pair of eyes held a murderous intent for the way Lee had acted. That person needed to eliminate him. And kill Suhan before ending Anya. There was no more playing cat and mouse games now. Things needed to become serious.

One person, remained stunned. For him, this night had brought out a side of Anya he had never seen. And his feelings were in a mess. He walked over towards D and heard a call placed to Gong yoo. Pausing, he changed direction again.

His actions were seen by Song Joong-ki.

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Anya had a sense that the evening might have gone better than she had expected, she also could vaguely pick up that the boys had been upto something, with the business of Lee, but predominantly, she had lost her focus after the incident with Taehyung.

Something was not right. Why would she be feeling emotions, heavy emotions which were not a part of her memories?

And Tae? He was talking with feelings in his eyes about times which had not occurred. That was not his Vrâg. But somehow, his Vrâg was in control when it happened.

Anya had always been someone who never let go of something that she found strange, and she did not intend to.

She had excused herself from the rest of the group and urged them to go home while she went to her Uncle's villa.

Her Uncle, although the King of the Underground circuit, was still a soul who loved books. Books on different subjects, different theories, different purpose.

Anya recalled him having two books in his library which might be pertinent to her case. But finding them had taken a lot of her time. By the time she came back home, it was 4 am in the morning.

Still feeling muddled about all that had transpired, she bid Joseph goodnight and decided to quietly stroll through her garden.

The full moon in the sky looked like a magical crystal painted in the inky canvas scattered with little diamonds. The wind was chilly with a bite to it but the night was tranquil as it flowed around her.

She walked towards the maze, surrounding herself in the big green walls, somehow enveloping her in a shroud of calm in the light of Moon and the peace of the night veil.

It calmed her soul, it soothed her.

Anya made her turns inside the green maze, avoiding the traps, walking forward till she reached the edge to glimpse at the beautiful lawn with the glass house in the middle.

As that came in sight, Anya paused at the edge.

In the middle of the garden, Jimin stood with his head tilted to watch the moon. His side was to her.

For a while, Anya smiled. Her Jimin was someone she could equate with the night - beautiful, graceful, necessary, at the same time violent in its mysterious darkness.

She was going to call out when Jimin shifted from one leg to another, causing the moonlight to make his features even cleared, it reflected on something.

Transfixed, Anya focused on him.

Jimin did not have human skin. His skin, was actually scales. His entire face had undulating scales, his exposed hands and neck were the same. The scales shimmered silver in the moonlight but their texture appeared to be like jade. The scales her actually black, but it the moonlight made it appear silver.

His canines were extended and even from the side, Anya easily saw that the colour of his iris was startling white, with his pupils a blood red.

The nails of his hands was black, his body carrying an alien strength in it which could be visibly seen as black veins stretched between the scales.

This was something she had glimpsed at when Jimin had lost control and bitten her in her bed, but seeing him now in the night, was different.

Back then, the scales had seemed to have been under his skin, undulating with each movement, but now, it was completely different.

Was this the "more" Joon had been hinting about Jimin?

Because the "more" now, looked like a beautiful, dangerous Monster. A legitimate, nightmare inducing monster.

An otherworldly, deadly Beauty. Someone who excluded a sinister aura.

Heart in her throat, Anya quietly turned around and slowly started walking away. Still, she could not resist one last look. At the edge of the turn which would make her lose sight of the centre of the maze, she turned to look at him.

But the centre completely empty.

Just the moonlight shone on the flowers and the glass house in the dark night.

No one else was in that circle.

Heartbeat steadily rising, Anya did not wait to investigate but turned around to run away.

Only to come face to face with that deadly Monster who stood before her. His eyes white with red vertical pupil, scales lending him a gorgeously demonic seductive air.

A canine was pressed on his own lips which were curved in a slight smile.

"Were you thinking of hiding from me Master?"

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A lot has happened in this gala, a lot of hints given, can u catch it all? 😋

First - If you have not read " Letters" story, please read it, otherwise you will not understand a lot of Storms of Fate especially this chapter. The story is complete and is in my profile. 😊

Second - The dress of Bangtan is from the SBS Gayo Daejon 2019 Dionysus. If you haven't watched this performance you are missing out! Watch it on yt!

Third - A Binyeo is an traditional Korean hairpin or hair ornament worn in the chignon of married married or women.

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Fourth - Yep! Song joong-ki is our Vincenzo, or if you have seen Descendants of the Sun. Any thoughts on this character?

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NOW, How did you like the chapter??

The real personalities of the hybrids were revealed. they are much more dangerous than what Anya perceives them to be. . . what did you think of Jungkook?

So much more to come . . . Gave a glimpse of Hobi's story. Mind u, just a glimpse. A lot will happen in it, but yes, its dark.

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