Jungkook's Pov:

I gazed at the two Omegas sprawled on the bed, lost in their peaceful sleep, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. Perhaps I had been too harsh on them, driven by a rage that had consumed me. Their deep scratches engraved across my back were a testimony of it. If only they understood my internal struggle and how desperately I had held back from unleashing the beast that was raging inside.

Choosing to indulge in two Omegas instead of one was a calculated decision made to soothe the viciousness within me. They had moments of calming my wild thoughts, yet I found they fell short of quenching the insatiable thirst that clawed at my very core. It was an annoying feeling that coursed through my veins and tightened my chest, a constant reminder of the challenges and ache that consumed me, all because of Seokjin.

Taking on the role of a Delta to remain near him, masquerading as a Beta, had taken a toll on my spirit far more damaging than I ever expected. Each day spent in this lesser-claimed role felt like being stuck in a cage. I felt stifled, imprisoned by the constraints of my own choosing. As a Legacy Alpha, I thrived in dominance, commanding respect, and authority that fit my identity. To shrink back and confine myself to a lesser status was an insult to my very being. It felt wrong and suffocating, and I needed to break free from that role and reclaim the greatness that defined who I truly was.

For him, I found myself willingly accepting this pain, this role, embracing the emotional disruption and the struggles that accompanied it, all for the sake of our future.

One day, he will understand the countless challenges I faced to cultivate our bond. It would be disappointing if he could not recognize the huge effort and determination I have poured into creating 'us.'

Take, for instance, the countless hours I spent in the company of those Omegas, individuals I had no desire to be with, so I could control myself and be able to carve out moments where I could be near him without succumbing to my cravings and pinning him down and having my way with him.

Each minute I endured in their presence was a sacrifice, a conscious choice to ensure I could maintain a distance from those primal urges when it mattered most. All of this has been a testament to the depth of my commitment to him, and I long to know that he can see and appreciate the lengths I have gone to for us to be together.

The expectation of him coming to my home to prepare a special dinner for me tonight filled me with warmth, and a smile crept onto my lips as I gathered my clothes. He was a thoughtful Omega with a charm that intrigued me, and I was determined not to let him slip away; this was a bond I wanted to nurture.

As I gathered the last of my belongings, I looked at the two Omegas who had shared my evening with me. I wrote a note, leaving it visible so they would know my whereabouts. The evening had ended, but their hard work earned them recognition, and I wanted them to feel appreciated.

Before I left, I placed two elegantly crafted bracelets on the dresser, a gift for them. It was a token of appreciation for their effort in our time together. I had asked one of my assistants to pick them out, knowing they would appreciate something beautiful for all they had done. As I set the bracelets down, I contemplated how Seokjin would perceive my gestures.

I hoped he wouldn't harbor feelings of jealousy; after all, my affection for him was beyond measure. These bracelets were merely a few thousand dollars, nothing compared to the lavish life I envisioned sharing with him once he officially became mine. He deserved the world, and I was eager to give it to him.

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As I settled into the cozy, inviting home I had purchased specifically for this occasion, anticipation filled me while I awaited Seokjin's arrival. This small place was the only asset listed under the name JK. At first, the idea was to rent it after an assistant discovered it. Still, the deeper I considered my Omega's intelligence and seemingly discerning nature, the more I realized that owning this home made far more sense.

The price I paid was higher than the house's actual value, but that was largely because it had never been officially listed for sale. Through patience and negotiation, a small bit of force, I managed to strike a favorable deal, convinced that this house was the ideal setting for Seokjin to truly see me.

It was not just about the physical space; I knew that having him here would prompt conversations about tastes and preferences, allowing us to explore our compatibility on different levels. I would get to know more about what he liked in a home, which would help me in choosing the perfect one for us.

As I got myself a glass of water, I caught a familiar scent wafting through the air long before I heard his car pull into the driveway. The essence of Seokjin, sweet and alluring, awakened everything in me. Quickly, I gathered two elegant glasses from the cabinet, mindful of the occasion. I poured a drink into each, the ice tinkling softly against the glass.

My next move was calculated; I discreetly retrieved a small pill and slipped it into his glass, stirring it gently until it dissolved completely. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he realized my intentions. I imagined him starting his car and speeding away from my home. But deep down, I knew my motives, while perhaps questionable in their execution, were genuinely aimed at ensuring his comfort and safety.

From my days spent watching and reading through his schedule and notes, I sensed his heat was approaching. I knew once he entered my home, his heat could come on strong, and since I battled with my own cravings, striving to maintain control. I didn't want to scare him, not yet, at least.

I enjoyed our dance, this carefully constructed game of restraint. I needed him to understand that should I truly wish to claim him, I had the ability to do so at any time.

However, it was important to demonstrate my worth as a good Alpha by managing the onset of his heat, allowing us the moment to have a pleasant dinner, one uninterrupted by the reckless impulses of our desires.

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Seokjin's Pov:

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I stepped out of my car with a smile, grabbing the groceries I had picked up to prepare dinner for JK. His home looked charming from the outside, especially as the sun set, casting a warm glow that highlighted the lovely garden along the pathway to the front door.

The cozy appearance of his house intrigued me, and I found myself eager to see how it looked inside. I rarely encounter small, quaint homes in my work; most clients prefer grand and extravagant properties. It's a shame, really, because I think they miss the comfort and warmth that a smaller home can offer. Growing up in a large house often left me feeling disconnected from my family; even when we were all home, it sometimes felt lonely. That's why I chose a more intimate living space for myself. It seemed that JK shared a similar appreciation for this kind of home, which made sense for someone living alone.

As I approached the front door, my earlier thoughts began to fade, replaced by an uncomfortable heat rising within me. I muttered a curse under my breath, realizing my heat was close, perhaps closer than anticipated. Juggling the grocery bags, I tried to set them down to check my calendar and app used to track my heat cycles, but before I could, the door swung open to reveal JK.

"Seokjin! You made it," he greeted, his smile warm as he balanced himself on two crutches, instantly making me feel guilty.

I returned his smile and tightened my grip on the bags. "Hi JK! Sorry, I think I'm a bit later than we planned..."

"Don't worry about it! Come on in; let me help you with those," he said, reaching out to take a bag from me. I watched as he struggled to set one crutch aside, but I quickly intervened. "I've got it; really, it's fine."

He looked at me, offense and doubt on his face. I smiled reassuringly. "I can manage them, and I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Fine," he conceded, though I could sense his reluctance. He grabbed both crutches again and led the way into his home.

Once inside, I slipped off my shoes and put on a pair of indoor slippers waiting by the door. The calm scent that wafted through his home enveloped me; it was just what I needed, especially as the heat began to rise within me. I could feel myself sweating beneath my clothes and knew it would only worsen. I hoped to keep it together until dinner ended, but uncertainty danced in my mind.

"Follow me to the kitchen," JK said, and I felt grateful. I needed something to distract me, to redirect my focus away from the rising heat within me.

As we entered the kitchen and I set the bags on the counter, my gaze drifted back to JK. He was incredibly attractive. Perhaps too attractive, and in that moment, the sight of him made me take a deep breath to regain my composure.

"Would you like something to drink, Seokjin?" he asked, and my hand instinctively gripped the counter's edge tighter. There was something about the way he said my name that unsettled me, stirring feelings I didn't quite understand. I immediately tried to shake off the thought, knowing it was unusual for me to feel this way, especially with how much I was struggling with my thoughts.

"Yes, please," I finally answered, hoping a cool drink would help clear my mind.

He handed me a glass, and I gulped it down, feeling the coldness soothe my burning thirst. As I set the empty glass down, still with my fingers wrapped around it, I heard him chuckling, "You were thirsty."

I smiled as I nodded, acknowledging, "I was." The cool drink offered a brief relief from my internal heat, allowing me a moment to gather my racing thoughts.

"How are you feeling now, Seokjin?" JK asked, surprising me with how close he was. My grip on the glass tightened as my heat flared once again. I sensed the moisture building between my legs, making it hard to swallow as our eyes locked.

Why is he smiling? Can he sense my heat? Is he seeing this as a chance? Panic washed over me as I stepped back, but he stopped me with, "You smell heavenly, so incredibly beautiful."

His eyes bore into mine, and I froze. They had transformed into a deep, velvety shade of red, reminiscent of the very flowers that had haunted me.

"Y-you're an Alpha?" I stammered, watching the mask he wore so well slip away. His scent enveloped me, overpowering my senses and taking control, the same intoxicating scent I had discerned at that event.

He grinned a wicked smile that made my heart race. "I am not just any Alpha, Love. I am your Alpha."