Jungkook POV

Although the cute little Omega begged me to change back, I just couldn't do it. After all, he is one of headalpha's sons, meaning he might just be pretending to be nice.

I immediately dismiss that thought when I see him pouting as Chiron carries him to me. He looks cute enough to bite and so innocent that he has no evil ulterior motives. I know the name sounds masculine, but she insisted, so it wasn't my choice.

I laugh softly, which turns out to be a mistake because of my injured ribs, I never learn that either. Hissing loudly, immediately the omega looks at me worriedly and wants to run to me, but Chiron holds him back.

His concern warms my heart and puts a smile on my lips that would probably have been lost on me over the years, even if it probably looked more menacing in my wolf form. As he is set down, he limps towards me without hesitation, and I watch his every move intently.

"Why didn't you turn back...? I can't treat you like this," he reproaches me sadly and begins to sulk.

Immediately, the warm feeling in my heart fades and guilt sets in. I lower my head guiltily because I can no longer look him in the eye. Because of my stupidity, sweet little Omega is now sad and hurt.

But there's no point in leaving it like that, I have to at least try to cheer him up again. Without thinking twice, I lick his velvety cheek apologetically. This elicits a giggle from him and makes me relax again.

When he has calmed down again, I make a gesture with my head for him to turn away from me, because I don't think he wants to see me naked. I mean, who would want to?

My face looks like that of an ugly horse, my arms look like two thin branches and I have a lot of belly fat. Luckily he understood and turned his back on me with red cheeks.

I turned back, and even after all these years I still feel a slight pain. When all the bones are back in their rightful place, I quickly get dressed underneath before putting on an old, worn black sweatshirt that is too small for me.

Jimin POV

I hear his bones crack and rearrange themselves behind me. This is followed by the rustling of clothes, which confuses me a little. If he's already this big in the wild, he must be a tasty morsel as a human too.

I'm almost drooling at the thought, and I'm wearing the title of innocent lamb, which doesn't seem to suit me at all.

Completely engrossed in my not quite youthful thoughts, I don't notice how he starts talking to me. Only when he touches me on the shoulder do I come back to reality.

"So..." he begins again and immediately my knees soften at his velvety, deep voice. When they are about to give way, he wraps his very trained arms around my stomach to stop me from kissing the floor. His scent begins to envelop me and I breathe it in greedily.

"Wow, take it easy," he breathes anxiously. Unfortunately for me, I feel his breath on my sensitive neck as he speaks and he pulls me closer to him for support.

My hair stands up all over my body and I hope inwardly that he doesn't notice. At the same time, I feel his toned stomach, which must be hiding an eight-pack, and his chest, where his heart is beating faster.

"It's all good," I stammer as little black dots dance in front of my eyes from all the new sensations, however, the most striking sensation is an insatiable, burning desire I've never felt with another man. I clear my throat sheepishly and pull away from his fluffy warm embrace.

Immediately I miss the feeling, but I ignore it for the moment, because his wounds need to be doctored. Because what good is it to think about my feelings when the person I have them for is lying dead next to me.

"Where exactly are your injuries?", I ask with my head down, but try to give my voice a stern tone. Without me being able to do anything about it, my wolf submits to him, which is why I can't lift my head and squint my eyes.

"Sweet," he murmurs, and my gaze shoots up to meet his dark brown eyes as my cheeks feel as red as a strawberry.

He sniffs the air lightly and then smiles in satisfaction.

Shortly after, the sweet raspberry stands out more from his scent than the calming rain, which is a sign that he is in a good mood.

Immediately, I begin to purr in relaxation and contentment, because he smells simply heavenly and sends me to cloud nine.

Jungkook POV

I notice how he also begins to purr and his honey scent becomes more and more present and I generally get something like a sugar shock. For this scent fills me with feelings of happiness and just makes me relax.

Suddenly I am torn out of this heaven, because his scent changes from sweet honey to wilted roses, which penetrate my nose and immediately make me look at him, startled.

He just stares with angry eyes in horror at my exposed injuries, from which a little blood is still dripping. But he has not yet seen the worst of it.

"How did...?" he asks, hissing in exasperation.

"I accidentally fell off a cliff," I lie dejectedly. I don't want him to think badly of his own family. This is because family is the one that usually sticks by you and is with you.

They don't say blood is thicker than water for nothing.

"Exactly. You fall off a cliff and get a black eye?" he asks, looking at me with an angry expression on his face that I must admit looks pretty cute. The narrowed eyes and wrinkled forehead and wrinkled nose make him look as cute as a little puppy.

His facial expression makes me laugh because I just can't take him seriously. His expression changes immediately and he pushes his lips forward into a pout that I want to kiss away.

"Don't pout," I giggle, trying to ignore my thoughts, at which point he turns away from me. I grab him by the shoulders and turn him back to me. He immediately blushes as he feels my breath on his face.

Spellbound by the sweet expression on his face, I couldn't pull away from him.

"You wouldn't have to hold the door open for me to enter. After all, you are hurt." The beautiful omega sighs anxiously.

"My mother raised me that way. Because she always said everything starts with first impressions and then it's all about deepening the relationship, no matter what kind. That's why I'm like this, and because I think it's more polite to hold the door open for a cute Omega," I confided, hoping he would notice how hard I was trying to make a good impression. Even in this state, my mother's words are more important to me than my health.

She taught me to always respect other living beings, because then they give back. He blushes at the compliment, plays nervously with his hands and disappears into the hut with quick steps.

"Sit down," the omega orders me with flaming red cheeks, probably hoping that I will follow him. I do him the same favour.

"Shouldn't we examine you too? Your cheeks are so red," I ask with mock concern and ignorance. The reason is that I know they are from embarrassment and not because he is sick.

I stride slowly towards him and was about to put my hand on his cheek when he backs away with his head bowed.

"I-it i-is nothing," he stammers and turns around.

"Cute," I mumble, for I don't know how many times that night and sit down on my bed as instructed because it's just more comfortable. He puts the medicine next to me on the bedside table.

At my words he looks at me startled and with red cheeks, which makes me grin confidently. He quickly turns back to the bandages, probably to avoid this embarrassing situation.

"Take off your shirt, please," he sputters again, not daring to look at me again.

"You don't need to be nervous around me and .... sure, I can do that." I hesitate for a moment before saying yes because I'm still not happy with my body but if he likes it I could at least make friends with him.