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“Mama. Story!!”
Taehyung looked down at his 2 year old, Su-Hawn, as he carried him through the hallway, to his room for bedtime. This was the pairs nightly routine, Taehyung bringing his youngest child with him while he checked on his older children, wishing them a good night.
Taehyung missed the older children during the day due to all the training, and seeing them at night and tucking them into bed made his soul happy. Taehyung always wanted his children to know he loved them.
Rubbing his nose against Su-Hawn’s and kissing his forehead, Taehyung responded, “Of course my love”, as he walked into his oldest children’s shared room. Once puberty hit, the three young alphas would get their own rooms with necessary privacy, but for right now Taehyung did everything he could to encourage them to bond; promoting kinship and love among his children when he was able, no matter how much of a fight he had to put up to do so.
Jeong-Gwan looked up from the book he was reading as his mother walked in. He was happy to see his little brother smiling as he has not been feeling well recently.
“No more studying,” Taehyung told Jeong-Gwan as he took the book from his son, closing it and putting it on the night stand and ruffling his son’s silver tinted black hair. Taehyung mentally frowned after reading the title of the book, realizing it was about establishing effective trade routes. Jeong-Gwan was 8 years old – he should be reading something exciting with adventure before bed.
“Where are your sisters??” Taehyung asked as he looked around the room noticing the two empty beds. He got his answer immediately as the door to the ensuite bathroom burst open and two bodies came tumbling into the middle of the room, landing practically at Taehyung’s feet.
An eyebrow was raised in amusement as the commotion immediately stopped and the two children stopped wrestling and looked up at their mother with large innocent light amber eyes.
“Having fun??” Taehyung asked trying not to laugh at the small faces containing surprise at being caught.
“She started it!!”
“She started it!!”
Simultaneous responses from Taehyung’s 6 year old identical twin daughters as they pointed at each other to shift the blame.
Taehyung gave a long, exaggerated sigh and indicated to the two children to separate.
Untangling their limbs from each other, both children got up and stood at attention. Su-Hwan made grabby hands at Min-Geon, the older twin, indicating that he wanted to be passed over to his sister and Taehyung obliged. He walked to the far left corner of the huge room which was occupied by dozens of soft blankets and had a light canopy cover hanging from the ceiling. He attached the sides of the sheer canopy onto hooks in the wall and set about arranging and scenting the covers and pillows with his warm scent of jasmine, chocolate, thunder and comfort.
When Taehyung was finished with his task, he exited the covered nest and turned his attention towards his children. His heart swelled with love, watching them interact with each other and play with the youngest Su-Hawn so gently.
Since the three oldest children were alphas, their father had already started them on the path to be strong princes. Taehyung knew that the training the children went through was rough, meant to harden them and make them fierce. To watch them take care of Su-Hawn and be mindful of his softer nature as an omega and a toddler, gave Taehyung hope that he was doing something right raising his children.
Committing the view to memory, Taehyung smiled and crawled into the nest. The twins noticed and made their approach. They were still at the age where Teahyung’s excessive coddling was acceptable, minimally in public. Though that would be ending soon, Taehyung realized with regret.
As Eunhee started to crawl into the nest, Taehyung grabbed her and smothered her in kisses, smoothing back her black hair and holding a hand out for Min-Geon to climb into the nest while still holding her brother.
“Su-Hawn asked for a bedtime story and I miss my babies. Come scent with me, and let’s figure out which story you all want me to tell.”
“Jeonggieah – come here” Taehyung said as he noticed his eldest child lingering towards the entrance of the nest.
Looking at his mother’s face, and his earnest command to come into the nest settled the decision for Jeong-Gwan and he rushed into the nest to join his family. Emitting his own scent of chocolate & thunder in happiness at being surrounded by his sisters, brother and mother.
Jeong-Gwan knew that one day he would be the ruler of their country, and he worked very hard to live up to the example his father set as the current king. He craved the times Taehyung would kiss and scent him, even if he did put up a slight protest. He loved his mother and hoped to one day find a mate that was just as kind and beautiful as Taehyung.
“My loves, what story do you want to hear??” Taehyung asked as he sat Su-Hwan in his lap and put his arms around Eunhee and Min-Geon.
“Dragons!!” Min-Geon.
“No - Fighting!!” Jeong-Gwan.
“Happy!!” Su-Hwan garbled.
“Tell us the story about how Father became king,” Eunhee said in her calm stoic voice. Taehyung looked up at her request with a slight gasp but quickly calmed his face to avoid distressing the children.
The story of how Jungkook became king of Taehyung’s country was wrought with pain for Taehyung; intertwined with his accession to adulthood and it caused him to feel a lot of emotions. His relationship with Jungkook had certainly evolved over the past ten years and they made their marriage work, but their relationship held trauma for Taehyung. He did his best to not let their children know of any discord, past or present, but sometimes it was hard.
The children shifted at the slight distress in Taehyung’s scent before it quickly vanished and he quickly pumped out a comforting scent to relax them.
“Who else wants to hear the story of how your father became king??” Jeong-Gwan and Min-Geon nodded in agreement.
Su-Hwan clapped his hands together while saying “Papa!!”.
Taehyung steeled himself, he could do this. The children knew the facts of how their father became king, they learned their history quite well through tutors.
But to tell the story from Taehyung’s point of view??
To create a wonderful fantasy story where there was love and happiness and adventure. It would be a lie, and yet he would do anything to give his children a story with a happy ending.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Taehyung began to tell a censored story of a master of weaponry and commander of an army that took no prisoners.
Taehyung jumped.
There was barely any splash from the way he directed his body in the dive and he took his time resurfacing. It had been a long time since he had the freedom to just let himself relax and swim at leisure. He had missed the feel of water around him and the openness of his favorite river.
Taehyung had access to pools on his and other members of royalty palatial homes, but the atmosphere was different in the forest. Around the other members of the court, he had to act a certain a way and be mindful of how he carried himself. He was free here for a moment in time.
When his fingers started to prune and the sun began to set, Taehyung went to the shore to dry off and go home. He had used his motorbike to get to this specific area of the forest, but he still needed to get back home at a decent time before anyone noticed he was missing. Looking at his phone, Taehyung noticed several missed calls and voicemails from his mother and her advisor, as well as texts from Jimin telling him to answer the phone.
Taehyung slightly frowned as he put in his air pods, and got on his bike calling Jimin back first to make up an alibi before calling his mother and getting caught.
Jimin picked up before the phone could get through one ring.
“WHERE ARE YOU??” Jimin sounded frantic. “You NEED to be home right now!! A message came from your father – it’s really bad Tae!!”
Taehyung waited until Jimin finished talking and he was able to get a word in.
“I’ll be home in less than minutes. What happened??”
Jimin paused a second too long, and then said, “The negotiations fell through. The Dynamite kingdom is sending over representatives to place on the throne. Your father and the council are on their way back to evacuate all royalty. Your mom is really worried.”
Of course the universe imploded the one-time Taehyung decided to escape for a little bit. There was no need for an alibi when chaos from their country being overtaken would distract his mother from the fact that Taehyung had left the palace without a guard and during a time of unrest.
The Dynamite kingdom was ruled by Sovereign Emperor Namjoon. He was an incredibly intelligent and amazing tactician and he had been extending his rule to every kingdom on their continent. He had been in power since he usurped the throne from his father, and while not as unnecessarily cruel as his father, Namjoon still ruled with an iron fist.
Namjoon didn’t need to take over the countries he had conquered. He did it for sport – because he could. So far, no kingdom had been able to withstand the army and mercenaries he would send to conquer the newest kingdom he had set his sights on. Some kingdoms were able to pay Dynamite exuberant taxes, garner favor through dubious ways and were left alone with only a few regents specifically selected by Emperor Namjoon. Apparently, Taehyung’s kingdom would not be that lucky.
While rich in natural resources, and abundantly wealthy, Taehyung’s country did not have a ruthless army to protect themselves. Sure – they had spent a lot of money on weapons and fancy fighter jets and planes, however the alphas and betas in Taehyung’s country were used to a slow-paced peaceful way of life. Army service was not mandated, and so the military was technically just for show. The trained palace guards were just people who applied for a common Peace Officer job; having quicker than normal reflexes and handling a gun better than most during the Peace Office exam automatically qualified an alpha or beta to be promoted to a palace guard.
After assuring Jimin he was on his way, Taehyung offered up a quick prayer to the Universe that she protect his people from whatever was going to come.
Upon arriving, Jimin was waiting in the garage for Taehyung to park his motorcycle. Jimin threw his arms around Taehyung and hugged him hard, as if he hadn’t seen him in years. Not just for the few hours Taehyung had snuck away.
“Jiminie – what happened??”
Jimin’s voice wavered as he released Taehyung and started to guide him through the halls to the wing of the palace that held the meeting rooms.
“All of the adults are in meetings. I overheard that the king and council were threatened during negotiations. All your father’s proposals were rejected and the emperor said he would lay siege to the palace. They even said General Jeon was coming. Then your mother started asking for you and I volunteered to find you. I’m so scared!!”
Taehyung felt a shred of fear go down his back at the mention of General Jeon. He had a fierce reputation and it was widely known that he did not show mercy in a seige.
As they reached the meeting wing, Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s hand and held it tight when he went into his father’s office where his mother was. It was filled with other royal omegas, a few remaining members of the council and a lot of nervous tension.
“Taehyung!!” The Queen exclaimed as she jumped up from her chair and came around to table to hug her son. Taehyung hugged her back and allowed her to scent him as she ran her hands through his silver hair in an attempt to ground herself.
“The negotiations fell through and your father and the council are on the plane escaping. Sovereign Namjoon feels that we did not offer our best and will not allow your father to remain as king based on intelligence reports from his spies. He is going to assign our country to his war generals and they will act as regent. Your father says we are to pack up and go to an isolated palace in the west, and settle there. He doesn’t want any of the royal omegas to be seen when the mercenaries and war generals arrive. Go pack a bag quickly, we need to be on the jet within an hour.”
As his mother was concluding her statement, the phone in the meeting room began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, his mother frowned before nodding at one of the council members to pick up the phone and put it on speaker. There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone and Taehyung could hear people shouting in panic. The room became deadly quiet as everyone struggled to hear what the commotion was.
“You all need to evacuate right now!!” the booming voice of Taehyung’s father came through the phone. “The Dynamite Kingdom put a bomb on board and the left wing has exploded. Dynamite is on their way to the palace now- they did not honor their agreement to let us leave in peace. Protect yourselves and run.” It was getting harder to hear his father, over the booming noise in the background as the plane began to tear apart in the sky.
Taehyung’s mother began screaming her husband’s name into the phone but the call abruptly ended after a incredibly loud roar of pain.
Realizing the situation was dire, the members of the council began to usher out the royal omegas telling them to go home, gather their children and pack essentials only.
Turning to his mother, Taehyung looked at her with tears in his eyes as the realization that the matter had escalated so quickly in a horrifying way. Looking into her only child’s light brown eyes, the Queen mentally steeled herself. She needed to be strong for her people and for her child. She needed to get them to safety. The commoners would be fine and survive. Royalty would not. The Dynamite regime did not leave the ruling alphas and betas of royalty in countries they conquered alive.
And royal omegas – they were given as gifts. To generals and commanders and mercenaries that held Namjoon’s favor. Or used as pawns to strengthen Sovereign Namjoon’s reign across continents.
“Taehyung, Jimin” the Queen addressed the two boys with only a little waver in her voice. “Go get a bag and then meet me in the garage.”
Even though Jimin lived with his parents in his own palace, he and Taehyung were best friends and always together so they each had their own rooms in their respective family homes. His father was on the royal council, he had been with the King – and now he was presumed dead since he would have been on the plane that just exploded. That left Jimin with only his mother, and four younger siblings now.
Taehyung and Jimin rushed to the family wing of his palace with Jimin calling his mother during that time. Jimin’s mother assured him that maids were packing everything for their departure. His mother told him to stay with Taehyung and his mother and he would see Jimin soon. Jimin could hear the tears in his mother’s voice when he ended the call by telling Jimin he loved him.
After packing small bags with keepsakes and meeting in the hallway, Taehyung and Jimin then raced to the garage to meet the Queen. Taehyung and Jimin were so wrapped up in their thoughts they didn’t realize the palace was slowly going eerily quiet and they were passing less people in the halls the closer they got to the garage.
Upon reaching the garage and not seeing anyone there, Taehyung and Jimin stopped and noticed the lack of activity. Servants and palace guards should be running around preparing things for the family. There was no one in the garage, and Taehyung did not see any drivers waiting in any of the huge family cars.
“Where is everyone??” Taehyung asked Jimin.
“I don’t know….” a little bit of fear had creeped into Jimin’s voice. Where had everyone gone?? Why were none of the council or the Queen in the garage.
They began to walk briskly back toward the meeting wing, when they were intercepted by two armed guards running at them.
“Princess Taehyung!! Lady Jimin!! We found you – we need to go now. Dynamite infiltrated the castle and are rounding up the council and other royalty in the throne room right now.” The guard who was speaking took the front and the other guard stayed in the back to protect them.
“What do you mean??” Taehyung exclaimed. “Where is my mother?? She needs to come too!! We can’t just leave her here!!” Taehyung attempted to run in the direction of the throne room, when the second guard grabbed him and began to pull him along in the back towards the garage.
“Your mother sent out an emergency text telling whatever guards were available to find you and get you out of the palace. Those are our orders. I’m sorry Princess Taehyung but we need to leave now,” the first guard said over Taehyung’s protest.
Jimin who was following the first guard began to emit calming pheromones to help Taehyung relax. He didn’t want to leave the Queen either but he didn’t know what else to do. He and Taehyung needed to get to safety and then they could come up with a plan.
Once inside the garage the first guard went to grab the keys to one of the large dark bullet proof SUVs that were available and the second guard instructed Taehyung and Jimin to get in the car. Just as the door closed on the two royals, the guard closing the truck door jerked violently and slumped over. Taehyung and Jimin looked at him in alarm – what had happened??
Reaching for the guard to see what was wrong, Jimin’s hand came back with blood on it where he had touched the guard on the shoulder. The now dead guard finished his slump toward the ground from the slight pressure of Jimin’s hand.
Jimin began to emit a high pitched whine and Taehyung’s breathing quickly increased as the door on Jimin’s side was fully opened and a fierce looking alpha with blonde hair looked into the truck and a cruel, satisfied smirk took over his face.
Pointing the gun at the two teenagers, the alpha told them to get out. Taehyung and Jimin slowly got out of the truck, the two looking at the dead guard with shocked eyes and panic now that they could fully see the body of the guard and blood that was quickly bleeding on the floor where he lay.
They grabbed each other’s hand and stared at the alpha terrified. Where they going to die next??
The alpha lowered his gun, looking at Taehyung and Jimin over slowly in appreciation and moving closer. “No wonder they tried to escape with you two,” he grabbed Jimin’s chin and made the boy look up as he stared at his face and caressed his thumb over Jimin’s full bottom lip making Jimin’s throat catch and small tears start to fall at the alpha’s actions.
“Stop IT!! Don’t touch him,” Taehyung choked out and pulling Jimin closer to him. The alpha looked over at Taehyung and smirked wickedly.
“Learn this quickly – You are not in control here.” The alpha grunted and lazily waved his gun at the two frightened teens in a gesture to start walking. Looking around for an escape or any rescue Taehyung saw the body of the first guard, shot through as well, and pulled Jimin to him tighter.
Reaching the throne room was a trial for Taehyung and Jimin, they could see bodies of guards slumped over. This had been a massacre and none of them stood a chance. As they reached the throne room, it became evident that there was a commotion inside.
There in the throne room was the Queen kneeling in the middle of the floor but to the side with chains on. Taehyung had tunnel vision as he screamed, “Mother!!” and ran to help her.
Jimin whom had been paying attention and had noticed everything and everyone that was in the throne room reached out to stop Taehyung from getting to the Queen; but he was too late to catch his best friend. The blonde alpha that had been holding them hostage grabbed Jimin and he swallowed heavily at the pleased gleam in the alpha’s eyes before looking down quickly.
All of sudden right before he could reach her and the men holding her captive, Taehyung mysteriously hit a brick wall. Bouncing back he would have fallen if not for the large hands that grabbed him around his waist and pulled him close to a hard body. Taehyung looked up in surprise – the stressful and traumatic events of the day causing him to react without thought. If Taehyung had been thinking clearly he would have noticed the aura surrounding the alpha, the strength of the body holding him and the dangerous glint in the alpha’s eyes. Instead, Taehyung began to struggle, attempting to see over the shoulder of the alpha holding him, focused on reaching his mother.
Taehyung began to push and hit at the arms of the man holding him yelling, “Let me go!!”
The alpha looked down at him and growled lowly, “Stop”
Taehyung immediately froze and began to notice exactly who he was fighting against. Looking up into the alpha’s face and finally paying attention Taehyung’s expression took on one of fear and he whimpered softly.
Looking down at the beautiful boy in his arms the alpha said, “Well aren’t you a feisty one Princess.”
Taehyung bristled at the patronizing tone from the alpha, still not fully aware of the danger he was now in. His fear temporarily forgotten and used to having his requests or orders met as a princess, he demanded “Release the Queen. What are you doing??”
There was a dark chuckle from behind Taehyung, and the blonde alpha holding Jimin mumbled into the poor teen’s neck he had decided to scent “This is going to get interesting Kitten. We won’t have the same problems, will we??” Nuzzling Jimin’s neck even more when he began to lowly whimper and do his best to hide from the man who was currently manhandling him. When Jimin didn’t answer the blonde alpha grabbed him by his neck and pulled his head back to make Jimin look at him.
“Will we kitten??” the alpha repeated.
Jimin’s small whisper of, “No alpha” greatly pleased the blonde alpha who then leaned down and kissed Jimin on the mouth with no regard to who was in the room.
Sensing Jimin’s distress, Taehyung’s attention was pulled in the direction behind him, but he couldn’t turn around to investigate as he was still being held by the scary alpha.
“Oh no Princess – that’s not how this works anymore. You don’t give orders around here. I do. If you want something from me, you will ask nicely,” the alpha told him.
“Hey Jeon, I don’t want to watch you play with your food. I have my own meal to devour. Send me a message when you’ve had your fun so we can meet with Namjoon regarding his new kingdom,” the blonde alpha said as he turned towards the entrance way pulling a terrified Jimin with him.
Sending a nod to his fellow commander, Jungkook watched in sadistic amusement at the way his friend was staring at the small omega being pulled at his side.
Realizing that something was happening with his best friend, Taehyung began to call his name. The Queen also started to make noise behind her gag as Jimin was taken away and she noticed with alarm the ruthless alpha who was holding her son continued to closely stare down at him and hold him against his body.
“Now Princess, what is it you want??” Jungkook asked looking down into Taehyung’s amber eyes with perverse amusement.
Something about the question raised Taehyung’s hackles and he swallowed while still trying to put distance between him and the alpha holding him.
“Why are you doing this?? Why is my mother in chains??”
“So you really are the Princess. How Convenient.” Jungkook announced in a loud, amused voice to the entire room.
Taehyung didn’t understand what the man, Jeon, he had been called by the blonde alpha, was so amused about, but the other alphas and betas with guns holding royal omegas, the royal council and the remaining palace guards hostage in the room all began to chuckle.
Embarrassed and surrounded by alphas he didn’t know who were dangerous and holding his mother and Jimin captive caused Taehyung to become very anxious.
“Please. I – I don’t understand. I just want my mother and Jimin,” he asked staring up at the alpha, tears starting to come to his pleading eyes.
Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but he did suppress an aroused growl. This innocent little omega didn’t understand how beautiful and debauched he looked right now, with huge teary eyes, flushed red cheeks and lips that were starting to be bitten in distress.
Jungkook was going to ruin this princess as soon as he could. Getting himself under control before he picked the boy up and took him to the nearest room, Jungkook abruptly released him in the direction of his mother. Nodding at his men to let the boy near, he watched as Taehyung grabbed the Queen in a fierce hug and began to remove her gag.
Scenting her son quickly, the Queen allowed herself one second to gather her composure before her tone turned to ice and she looked at Jungkook.
“General Jeon, you and your emperor have successfully seized our kingdom. You have murdered my husband, the king. You have murdered most of the council, including the mates of some of the omegas in this room. The people you are holding hostage should have nothing to do with the affairs of cruel alphas and deadly politics. Let us go to the isolated west of our kingdom, where you do not have worry about usurping.
The remaining elected council members are older and will do no harm or try to take back the throne. What need is there to establish an alliance when the ruling family has been crushed?? There is no longer a throne in our possession for my son’s alpha to inherit. It will be no hardship on you to allow us to live the rest of our lives quietly in peace far away from here with an oath to cause no problems. What do a few royal omegas and elderly people with no power mean to you when you now have control over everything??”
Watching the Queen speak made Taehyung look at his mother with admiration. Even though she was on her knees, and handcuffed she spoke with great authority. Feeling a sense of hope that everything would work out now that an adult was in control Taehyung looked up at the evil alpha with a naive smug expression on his face, everything was going to be ok, they could leave and be safe!!
Jungkook looked at the Taehyung’s gorgeous, hopeful face and his dark amusement grew. Turning around and gesturing towards his men, one of the remining palace guards were brought to his knees in front of Jungkook. Looking straight at Taehyung and his mother, he shot the guard in the head. This gun shot was loud, unlike the bullets that had killed the palace guards who tried to rescue him and Jimin earlier. Taehyung was shocked at the sound, the blood and the dead body; he let out a distressed whimper.
The Queen flinched but kept her gaze on Jungkook. He was no longer looking at her but solely at Taehyung. She immediately knew that there would be no peace for anyone in this kingdom until he got what he wanted. This was a prime alpha and her beautiful omega son was his for the taking.
Looking down at Taehyung, noticing that Jungkook was coming their way she whispered to her son “Remember who you are.”
Jungkook reached the pair and grabbed Taehyung, not noticing the efforts Taehyung put into clinging on his mother.
Pulling Taehyung along using very little strength with the light, delicate body he was now in control of, Jungkook began to give order. There were plans to be put in motion and Jungkook was a man who wanted his orders to be done immediately and efficiently; especially in light of the events of that had just occurred.
This kingdoms siege had produced a prize Jungkook had never anticipated. For once he actually looked forward to accepting his rewards for a job well done. This time it wasn’t acres of land or money or objects.
No – this strong, domineering alpha had found the most gorgeous omega he had ever seen, and the boy was HIS now.
“Put the rest of council and guards in jail. Get the omegas some rooms to stay in until the siege is complete. We’ll sort them out then.” Looking down at Taehyung registering the shock on his face, Jungkook shook him and said in a sardonic voice, “Listen to me carefully Princess. I am being nice. As long as you cooperate with me, I will make sure your mother and the other omegas are kept in comfort. When you stop cooperating, I’ll start throwing them into prison one by one, with any children they have, until finally your mother is in prison with them. I will make you watch as I slowly torture and kill each and every council member and guard.
Do you understand??”
Taehyung did not understand.
He did not understand why this was happening to his family and his kingdom.
Taehyung did know he would do whatever possible to keep his mother and the others safe so he quickly nodded. Too scared to speak.
“Words Princess,” Jungkook growled lowly, tone heavy with alpha infliction.
A strangled barely audible, “Yes.”
“Yes – what??”
Somehow, even though Taehyung had never submitted to any other alpha besides his father – he instinctively knew what Jeon wanted.
Closing his eyes and looking down as his eyes began to fill with tears at his helplessness, Taehyung felt like he was sealing his fate with his answer of “Yes, Alpha.”
Jungkook’s eyes flashed blue, “Oh I am going to enjoy you Princess” and he effortlessly pulled Taehyung out of the throne room as the boy attempted to look back his mother wishing for help.
The alpha was on the phone, distracted as he practically dragged Taehyung along due to Taehyung struggling to keep up with the alpha’s long strides as they walked in the direction of the family wing. Taehyung’s thoughts were jumbled, he couldn’t focus on one thought before another memory of this hellish day flashed in his brain. Less than two hours ago he did not have a care in the world, and now Taehyung was not sure he had a world.
Taehyung was shaken out of his thoughts when the alpha stopped suddenly in front of Jimin’s room door. The alpha had him pushed against the door before he could process what was happening and he was scenting Taehyung in a deeply intimate way, causing him to turn scarlet.
Who was this alpha who was taking all these liberties with him, his mother, the kingdom and causing destruction??
“Jeon” the blonde alpha called him.
“Jeon” Taehyung’s mind blared at him.
“Jeon” Taehyung’s memory flashed at him in Jimin’s voice.
“Jeon. Jeon Jungkook” Taehyung accidently whispered out loud in a tone full of fear upon finally recognizing who the stranger was had laid claim to him.
Jungkook was taken out of his intrusive scenting and on groping he was doing to Taehyung when he heard his baby omega say his name.
“I see my reputation proceeds me. Do you understand now Princess. You will be good.” Taehyung couldn’t answer because one – it wasn’t a question. And two – Jungkook had laid claim to his mouth.
One of Jungkook’s hand cupped under Taehyung’s ass and lifted the boy to his very tippy toes while Jungkook’s other hand controlled his head.
Taehyung couldn’t breathe. He had never been kissed this way, no one had ever physically accosted him this way. There was a tongue in his mouth and it was moving against his in an aggressive way that terrified Taehyung.
The door behind Taehyung opened, and very slowly Jungkook stopped kissing him to look up at the blonde mercenary’s amused smirk. Jungkook’s own smug expression locked in place as he looked behind Yoongi to see the little omega his friend had claimed - struggling to close his top, cheeks tear stained and lips even more swollen than they were naturally according to his memory of the boy before.
Jungkook scoffed, “This is surprising Yoongi.”
Looking down at his omega Jungkook saw that he was slowly coming back to the present after the attack Jungkook had done to his senses. Letting Taehyung down from the grip he had on his butt, Jungkook patted Taehyung on his ass and lightly pushed him past Yoongi into Jimin’s room.
“You two are not to leave this room. Wait until Yoongi or I come to retrieve you,” Jungkook commanded already turning around to leave, no question in his mind he would be obeyed. Yoongi – who also had no doubt about his baby omega following orders - turned around to give Jimin a leery wink, walking out and closing the door behind himself.
The instant Yoongi walked out, Jimin jumped up and ran to Taehyung. Crying, hugging and scenting the slightly taller omega intensely. Taehyung didn’t completely smell like himself but then again, neither did Jimin at this point. Yoongi had made sure of that very quickly; staking his claim on the petite, pretty omega.
Taehyung looked at Jimin and focused on his friend. Jimin’s button midriff was undone, Taehyung could see his small breasts. The high-waisted pants Jimin had worn earlier were on the floor and he only had on a pair of cotton underwear with a peach design on them. What had happened to Jimin to make him be in this state??
“Jiminie – what happened??” Taehyung asked, attempting to lead Jimin to his bed as his soulmate sobbed the hardest Taehyung had ever heard.
As Jimin was led to his bed he began to become even more frantic. He started to pull his remaining clothes off and he ran to the bathroom that connected Taehyung and his room. Jumping in the shower, Jimin pulled Taehyung in there with him and he turned on the water.
Taking his cues from a non-verbal Jimin, Taehyung began to help Jimin wash his hair and body. By the time Jimin had stopped rubbing himself with soap and crying, Taehyung had also been able to wash his own hair and body; allowing their natural, normal scents to become prominent again despite the undercurrent scent of dominant alphas.
Stepping out of the shower Taehyung made sure they dried off before taking Jimin through the bathroom door that led into his own room. He quickly ran to Jimin’s room to grab comfortable clothes for him to sleep in and got Jimin dressed. Taehyung laid Jimin on his bed, wrapped in covers, before quickly pulling out a tank top and shorts for himself. Getting into bed with Jimin and cuddling under the covers, Taehyung waited for his best friend to speak as he soothingly rubbed his hand through Jimin’s pink hair.
“It was horrible TaeTae!! He said – He said I was his. And I’m going to go away with him. And I’m going to have his children. And he touched me. And he made me touch him. And then my mouth – and he was so big. And I’m so scared!!” Jimin began crying again before he slowly drifted off to sleep as Taehyung rocked him, emitting calming pheromones and continuously stroking Jimin’s hair.
Taehyung tried to process what happened to Jimin, while also thinking about what could have happened between him and Jeon. It was clear to him now, that these two alphas wanted them. Wanted Jimin and Taehyung in ways that they did not have experience in.
Jimin and Taehyung had been taught ‘proper’ sex education. They knew where babies came from and that alphas had knots; heats and ruts were ‘rough’ but that was it. Jimin and Taehyung were protected royalty, and at 15 years old, the only real life experience they had with kissing had been practiced on each other and their pillows with tons of giggles; and kisses stolen from cute betas and alphas their age at parties.
The two teens had known early on that they would marry royalty and carry on a royal legacy as special omegas in their hierarchy. However, due to loving parents and their own naivety, they had always believed they would mate with someone they were in love with, many, many years later. Of course, there was the political aspect of it, but it was a distant thought to the two protected omegas. Their biggest concerns prior to today were matching their outfits, shoes, nail polish and makeup; and running away from palace guards for a few hours of freedom.
Taehyung woke up to a looming shadow.
Jungkook was leaning down over him, with a large hand on his shoulder.
“Come” was the command. Looking over at Jimin sleeping, the love he had for his best friend made Taehyung start to protest.
“No!! I-” but he was cut off by the blue flash of eyes in Jungkook’s sharp gaze. Jungkook’s eyes then shifted to look at the activity that was occurring to Taehyung’s right side of the bed. This allowed Taehyung to turn his head and see the blonde alpha, Yoongi, his mind supplied, looming over Jimin.
“Please. No. This is” Taehyung attempted to protect his friend.
“This is whatever what we say Princess.” Jungkook said in a firm alpha voice.
“Please….” At this point Taehyung had no other words in his vocabulary. Jimin was beginning to wake as Yoongi picked him up bridal style to take him out of the room.
Recognizing the scent of the alpha who had molested him earlier Jimin began to struggle.
“No. No. NO. NO.” hitting the alpha with small fists to stop a new capture. Seeing Jimin’s struggle, Taehyung began to reach and fight to go towards his soulmate.
“Minnie!! Please!! Minnie!! Stop!! Stop!! Minnie!!” Taehyung was struggling his best to get out of the iron grip he was now held in by Jeon.
“Tae!! Tae!! NO!!” Jimin yelled – trying to get out of Yoongi’s arms.
“I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” Taehyung repeated in a mantra to protect his best friend, looking straight into Jungkook’s dark brown tinged with alpha blue, unsympathetic eyes.
“ENOUGH”
Yoongi growled. After hours of deliberations he was tired and had little patience. All he wanted at that point was release with his omega before he had to start dealing with the tedious bullshit that came with conquering. It would be the first time in his entire life that he indulged in pleasure after conquering a kingdom where he didn’t immediately go his next assignment from Namjoon.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow at Yoongi’s tone since it clearly affected his omega as well, but he didn’t protest. It was needed due to the screaming and anxiety their omegas were experiencing.
“This is the natural order of things. Stop fighting this.” Yoongi’s alpha tone and grip on Jimin stopped the protests. Taehyung and Jimin were speechless and helpless – how could they win??
Jimin could only look back and lowly whine as he was removed from Taehyung’s room. He would learn to accept his fate.
Taehyung began to whimper, unconsciously wanting to appeal to Jungkook’s alpha and get his way.
“What do I have to do?? Please?? I will be good. I will. Please bring Jiminie back – Please!!” Taehyung pleaded at Jeon.
Jungkook pushed Taehyung down firmly on the bed and leaned over him. Putting possessive kisses on his soft, plump lips, angelic face, delicate neck and collarbone.
His baby omega had no idea.
No clue what was in store.
No understanding of how he looked, begging up at Jungkook with wild teary eyes.
Tank top askew, brown nipples on display and struggling to escape from Jungkook’s large warm body and discovering hands.
Beautiful, delicate hands pushing against Jungkook in protest, letting Jungkook know his omega had backbone. Even though his mate would never escape.
Kissing back up to Taehyung’s face, Jungkook grabbed his chin and held it firm staring directly into Taehyung’s eyes.
“Listen well. I AM YOUR ALPHA NOW. Your needs and wants will be granted by me. This is my kingdom. You will be my queen. You will give me strong children. You are my mate. You will satisfy me. I will make sure you fulfill your purpose. You will be content.”
Taehyung had no response. What response could he have??
His silence continued as the alpha began to remove his clothes.
His silence continued as the alpha began to worship his golden body.
His tears began as the alpha became one with him.
His tears increased as he was bitten on his scent gland to become a mate.
His tears continued as he was knotted, semen pouring into his womb.
When Jungkook’s knot finally started to deflate from his vagina, Taehyung breathed a small sigh of relief.
It was over.
And then – Jungkook was probing as his ass. Opening him up, making him lubricate for the large cock that was now going into his second orifice.
Taehyung’s breathe caught as he was breached - again. Two virginities in one night.
His body recognizing the alpha as his mate and opened for the alpha’s pleasure. He resigned mentally. He just had to get through this night.
He would fight again tomorrow.
Jimin and his mother were counting on him. He was still a Princess. No one – not even the cruel alpha violating him could take that away.
Taehyung’s mind began to fade. He welcomed the respite and left his fate to the Universe.
“So because I was the Princess, after the kingdom was rescued I became Queen, and GrandMaMa was allowed to retire and live in peace. When we married one month later your father became King. Jeong-Gwan you were born soon after,” Taehyung kissed his eldest on the forehead.
“Then we had you two,” Taehyung said as he grabbed Min-Geon and Eunhee kissing them on their fore heads twice each.
“Mama – me!!” Su-Hawn exclaimed sleepily - slowly reaching his arms up to indicate he wanted kisses from his eomma as well.
“Of course, my little love!!” Taehyung’s kiss to his youngest son was so gentle, the other siblings felt protective.
“And we lived happily ever after. Didn’t we my Queen??” Jungkook’s voice shocked Taehyung out of the love stupor he was in surrounded by his children. There he was – crouching near the opening of the nest looking at Taehyung with the same satisfied expression he had maintained after Taehyung’s first claiming.
The same satisfied expression after their firstborn was an alpha.
The same satisfied expression after the twins were born, and recognized as alphas.
The same satisfied expression after the youngest, “a mini-Taehyung,” Jungkook had said in a soft tone he used only with Taehyung and only on occasion; an omega child that his wife could spoil and pamper just as Taehyung had been raised.
Suppressing his fear and shock at Jungkook’s presence, Taehyung wanly smiled and said, “Of course, my alpha.”
Tucking in his children who were practically asleep, Jungkook’s scent of vanilla, thunder and protection began to invade the nest, putting the children further to sleep. Taehyung pleaded with his luminous eyes at Jungkook not to disturb them by making them go to their individual beds. Jungkook raised a dark eyebrow into his black hair, but retreated from the entrance to let Taehyung crawl out with Su-Hawn clinging to his breast.
“My King – I will take Su-Hawn to the nursery now,” Taehyung said, staring intently as his baby to escape his alpha’s intense dark brown gaze.
“Do not linger Taehyung,” Jungkook commanded in a strong whisper that from the outside looked like a loving kiss to Taehyung’s ear.
Taehyung nodded in acquiesce and set off towards nursery, mindful that Jungkook’s eyes were trained on him as he left the children’s room.
Going to the nursery he greeted the nursemaid that watched his and Jimin’s babies at night. Jimin lived in a wing separate from Taehyung, but at least they were in the same vicinity.
Yoongi was a mercenary, and sometimes he left for weeks at a time. He had no desire to rule, his skill were in espionage and assassination. Who better to protect his wife than his brother in arms and blood Jungkook??
The close quarters also helped to keep both Taehyung and Jimin from rampant anxiety and depression at being too far apart from each other. The two soulmates absolutely needed each other since both their mothers, and in Jimin’s case siblings, could only visit from their distant palace in the west during approved periods.
Despite Jungkook and Yoongi’s cold heartedness, they realized that no matter their complete domination, keeping Jimin and Taehyung together contributed to ‘successful’ marriages and appeased mates. The pheromones of despair when the soulmates were apart were suffocating and caused a miserable environment for the two omegas, the pups and alphas.
Kissing Su-Hawn good night once again as he laid him in bed, and nodding to the nursemaid, Taehyung ran a light touch over Jimin & Yoongi’s 3 year old alpha son as he passed the toddlers crib on his way out of the room.
Then Taehyung began his walk through two hallways to his and Jungkook’s room.
Steeling his breath, Taehyung walked into the room knowing that Jungkook would be inside.
Sparing a brief glance at his husband who despite being preoccupied on a tablet was fully aware of Taehyung entering the room, Taehyung walked to his elaborate vanity and began to remove his body jewelry. As he was beginning to remove his hair jewelry, two large hands also came up to rub his shoulders and then remove the bands and strings of jewels that had been clipped to his radiant, silver hair.
Taehyung’s breath caught as it always did when Jungkook touched him. There was always a brief flash of their first time and then a deep breath of preparation. Taehyung knew what was coming. After almost ten years, he continued to survive. And to fight.
Once the body and hair jewelry were off, face cleaned at the mini faucet attached to his vanity, Taehyung stood up to prepare himself for bed.
Jungkook lightly stepped back to allow his wife to go the bed. As Taehyung began to take off his clothes to put on the nightgown a maid had left out on his side of the bed, the command came, “Leave your underwear on.”
Taehyung obeyed, perching himself on the bed with only his lingerie on. Jungkook came, pulling his wife to the middle of the bed, into his lap, fondling Taehyung’s small breast through the satin bra that Jungkook took off only minutes after telling his wife not to.
Lightly twisting and caressing Taehyung’s nipples, Jungkook said, “Do you understand now Princess??” and how demeaning was it that Jungkook still called him that??
Taehyung gasped at the sensations but he did not respond.
Amused as always, by Taehyung’s defiance, Jungkook started to use a hand to caress Taehyung’s small cock, “This was always your fate. Look what a perfect Queen, a perfect Eomma, a perfect Omega to your Alpha you are.” Repeating himself, with a low tone, “Do you understand now Princess??”
Tears came to Taehyung’s eyes, “Yes Alpha” he submissively admitted at the same time he came from Jungkook’s finely tuned ministrations to his body.
As he was flipped over to his back and Jungkook began to enter him, Taehyung closed his eyes and said with all the sorrow in his soul, “I perfectly understand.”