Eros were incubuses, aliens made for the hottest, vibrating sex. She’d forgotten that.

And
now tasting him in the air with stolen breaths and heady looks, Rue knew those tentacles
were meant to stretch her. He would spread her pussy, suction her clit, scissor her cunt until it
would be too easy to dip his cock in the gummy hibiscus dip of her, like a finger through
melting ice cream in the summer sun.

A squeeze of her thighs and a groan leapt from his throat, a husky timbre that had his brows
knotting and his tails splattering dollops of fluid—lube for an eros’ female. But with a
desired lover, they could hold seed. His body stuttered, tentacles pulsating, and Rue swept her
eyes away from him.

And then there was Jimin, the mixed-blood peacock alien.

The most lucid and angry of the trio, he sat glowering at her. But his feathers were dripping
crystal pearls, evidence of his lust, of his body tapping into his eros side from her
pheromones. And while they fanned behind his back sharply, almost as if enraged, they were
a sweet, blushing pink hue, like the carnations of his cheeks, like the plush silky pout of his
cotton candy lips.

They shivered with the beat of his heart, blossoming and unfurling slowly like the most
gorgeous of flowers. It beckoned her to come close, shimmering with spell-binding colours
that hypnotised. And with it came the most delectable of smells of sugary florals like lilacs,
like fresh jasmine, like spicy peony.

Jimin was dangerous, and learning about his hermes blood had gifted her the knowledge that
each feathery strand could light her nerves in liquid pleasure. He could paralyse her body,
could turn her into the begging Omega that they seemed to want. And the twisted feathers
could brush her most sensitive parts and turn her into a drooling mess of need. If Rue had the
choice, she’d have chosen a safer alien species instead of the three of the most dangerous
Alphas on the planet.

Jimin seemed furious, and yet his thighs were locked together, fingers digging into his flesh.
And when she caught his gaze, he growled through a breathy pant, hips twisting, eyes almost
wet with want. “You bitch.”

Rue supposed she deserved that. The fever inside her grew, cheeks boiling like there was a
fire in her veins. And every inhale was saturated in the heady musk of prime Alpha that her
body had been denied by the mint. A cramp twisted in her belly that had her sucking tiny
breaths through her lips.

Fuck.

Taehyung was the next to speak, choked up and heaving. “W-what’s wrong with you?” He
panted, eyes blown and almost drooling.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jimin laughed, a bark escaping from his mouth. “She’s a fucking
girl! She fucking lied to us!” He slammed his hands against the netting with a snarl. “Rue has
a goddamn pussy!” But interest burned in his eyes, and she saw now the bulge that thickened
between his legs.
“I know that. Rue told me she was beta,” Taehyung grumbled, eyes swimming with his
confusion. “B-but what is this? A new drug to smell like an Omega? R-Rue why? I told you
I’d give you anything, I told you—” He slapped a hand to his nose as if tortured, tears in his
eyes, hands to his chest. “W-was I not enough for you?”

The idiot. And Jimin seemed to mirror his thoughts with an angry giggle. “Tae, you lovesick
fool,” Jimin hissed. “Rue’s an Omega in Heat—"

Jungkook was next to speak now, stumbling through growls, pawing at the net that swayed.
“We’ve had Omegas. There’s an entire group of them in Heat next door.” Jungkook
whimpered, a hiss twisting from his tongue, hips rutting. “But Rue smells…Rue smells like
—" His breath caught in his throat, hands reached out. “L-like mate, like mine.”

His words dissolved into a guttural snarl that had her shuddering back. And he blinked, growl
changing, dipping into a purr. The sound startled her, had her body puddling with slick and
his voice grew only warmer, alarmingly drenched in affection and sweetness.

“Let me out Omega, I’ll take care of you so good, I promise Omega. I promise I’ll only make
you cum.” Tears dripped from his eyes. Jungkook sniffled as if sweet, huddled as if small.
“Please Omega, it hurts—"

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Taehyung snarled. “You can’t be sure if she’ll die from our touch
like the rest of them. We can’t—"

Jimin growled at that, baring his teeth. “She brought this on herself, pretending to be an
Alpha in our den knowing that we fucking hate Omegas that try to enter our pack.” He gave
her a scathing look, but even then, his feathers reached for her, and his lips quirked into a
devilish smirk. He regarded her with such ardour, it was hard to treat the rage seriously. “We
should teach her a fucking lesson—"

Jungkook panted, words twisting from his lips. His claws tearing at the ropes, ripping at the
seams. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter if she traps us. She’s our.” He set his eyes on her;
pupils eclipsed whatever was left of his irises. And he seemed almost feral as he spoke with a
whine. “I want to feast on you, to breed you, to taste every inch of my moon.” He sobbed,
eyes fluttering, lust ballooning. “We need to knot her, need to claim her before our mates
come and take her away from us—"

“Stop,” Rue hissed, and they were all silent, almost immediately docile at a single word from
her lips. Jungkook had made the room small and so the bed was almost pressed to each wall,
large enough for her to slide closer to them across the sheets. And this seemed to destroy the
trio, for suddenly the Alphas were shaking, arousal surging, eyes so hungry they were blown.
They leaned closer and Rue dropped the bomb. “I-I want you all to leave.”

A startled howl was ripped from their lips. And even Jimin seemed stumped by her words,
jaw dropped and pale. The whines that escaped their lips were that of wolves rejected, a
pitchy whimper that had them pressed against the net, and it appeared to be the last thing
they’d expect from an Omega in Heat. Jungkook gasping with droopy ears, and Taehyung’s
tails shuddered with his horror.
But Rue was no ordinary Omega.

And Rue’s self-control was far stronger than most.

“I…I made the traps, because…” Rue swallowed, knowing that in truth her body had been
weeping for them. She tried to verbalise a lacklustre attempt to dismiss them, tried to appear
unaffected knowing that they could smell her puddling for them in the air. “I didn’t want to
be taken against my will, or yours. C-call the services and then leave me alone.”

“Rue,” Taehyung rasped. “Rue please, we’re good Alphas. W-we’re not—We w-won’t hurt
you.” Fucking liar.

“D-don’t find another Alpha,” Jungkook cried. “Please Rue, Please. Y-you want us too, I can
smell you,” he said through a shuddering gasp. “Please—"

Jimin’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and he stammered out his words. “F-for fuck’s sake
Rue, you already have us here why wait?” He snorted and rolled his eyes as if he didn’t care.
“You’d prefer a goddamn government stranger instead of us? You’re already fucked. The
authorities will only draw out your suffering. They’ll spend hours on the fucking paperwork
—"

Rue panted; brows knotted into a glare. “I-I know that. But I need a Poseidon, one that can
mimic m-my soulmate. That drug, the one that kills Omegas? I’ve been taking them to stop
my Heat—" Her words were interrupted by a heart-breaking yelp, Jungkook clambering up
closer at her words, net swaying. They seemed to know the drug, for the despair that cooled
their need radiated and grew. And suddenly it was not all about fucking her, their minds
working through the burn, horror spiking in the sour tang of their scent.

“No,” Jungkook wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “No, no, no. Y-you can’t die—”

Jimin lurched to his knees, snarling at her. “For someone so damn smart, how can you be so
fucking stupid?”

“I’m your soulmate,” Taehyung stuttered out reaching for her, tentacles moving towards her.
“I’m your soulmate.”

“We’ve b-been through this,” Rue stated, held her body and sank into the nest. “If you’re
wrong, I’ll die—"

“If you don’t believe me…” Taehyung turned to Jimin, tentacles reaching, prodding at the
elastic of his waistband. “Show her. Jimin, show it to her—"

And with so much rage bubbling in his little system, Jimin turned, fingers unbuttoning his
pants, slipped it down pale hips, allowing it to pool at spread knees. The wind was knocked
out of her lungs when he spread fat cheeks to show the furl of his dusky asshole, the buttery
clench of it. And then around the whorl were the words: Want me to suck your cock?

Words that she remembered from a dream ago, words that had spilt from her tongue. She’d
told Taehyung again and again that ‘fuck’ was not good enough for a soul mark. But this?
This was far too specific, far too ideal.

“Are you sure?” were the words out of her mouth that had Jimin hissing.

“I know who brands my fucking body, stupid fuck!” He snapped, the anger rippling from him
with his embarrassment. Shyness coloured his cheeks and it had her feeling conscious too of
her nudity, the wetness of her pussy that continued to drip. “You’re the only one,” he assured.
“Nobody speaks to me the way you do.”

Rue inhaled, cunt slippery, eyes wide. And Jimin glared at her, cheeks flushed pink. Suddenly
she was breathless at the gorgeous sweetness of him. The chisel of rippling muscles, the
dichotomy of adorable cheeks, the lustre of dusk on sugary skin, burnished by the glow of his
wings.

“Fucking bitch,” Jimin hissed, rage and desperation mixing in the shimmer of his eyes.
“Marking my beautiful body this way. I’m your damn soulmate, so let me fuck you, and you
won’t fucking die.”

And she reached for him.

Jimin

He swayed in the net, the stupid fucking net that hindered his movement, feeling dizzy,
feeling lightheaded as Rue nosed over his body, and sniffed at his glands. But she allowed
him to touch her now, and he felt crazy when his fingers tingled when they caressed her flesh.
His hands feathering over the pillowy soft skin, over curved hips, over silky hair and he felt
as if his brain were rotting.

No Omega had ever made him feel this way, and of course, it had to be Rue to take his soul.

“Let me out,” he mouthed over her jaw, and she shook her head, eyes all soul-deep and doll-
pretty. Her skin was bare, and his heart was thumping like crazy in his chest at the flush of
her curves, the swell of her breasts, the look in her eyes.

“No,” she shook her head. Her words thundered and sizzled through his nerves like an
Alpha’s command. It had his hair standing, gooseflesh popping across his skin. He hadn’t
noticed the hold she had on him until now when each word seemed to quell the monster
inside of him. The one that wanted to tear open the net and fuck her hard into the bedding.
“Don’t want you to bite me.”

He growled, infuriated at her assumptions of his control, but he didn’t push it. To be honest,
Jimin wasn’t sure if he could hold back. And his fangs itched to release his venom in her
glands. “Of course, you need a giant fucking condom.”

A smile stretched across his cheeks, impish at his reward, at his win. Taehyung and Jungkook
were disappointed that he got her first, and Jimin could feel them through the bond. The
annoying cling of the two as they tried to taste the remnants of Rue through their souls, tried
to absorb Jimin’s pleasure like a parasite.
“Let Taehyung kiss you.” He grouched and his mate lit up at that, thrumming through the
bond in victory.

“W-what?”

“He’s more eros than me, he secretes better aphrodisiacs,” Jimin promised. “He’ll warm you
up, so you won’t be sore.”

He didn’t care to wait for her choice, hands reaching through the netting to fondle the swell
of her hips, the dipped waist. He pulled, and she squealed when she fell to her back on the
bed. The fear in her eyes was new, and Jungkook was already purring like a cat in the corner,
desperate to calm her despite his inability to participate.

“Just gonna lick you up,” Jimin told her, hating that he was so fucking excited to taste her. “I
need you wet as fuck, but fast, I don’t want you dying on me before I fuck you.”

“Jimin, just do it, just fuck me—”

“I know Omegas,” Jimin hissed, chest puffed with a need to please. “If you want to be
satisfied and alive, you need this.” Besides, his Alpha refused to take her without preparation.

Rue blinked but was distracted by the tug of Taehyung’s impatient tails. And the tentacles
were pulling her to him, sweeping her body closer so that Taehyung could press a bruising
kiss to her lips. His tongue dipped to balm her lips, chasing her mouth to tongue fuck her as
he would to her pussy. And Jimin swept his thumb over her pretty cunt, plump and pink and
oh so gooey wet.

She was all ripe and warm. And it was impossible not to want her pretty plump cunt, the little
gemstone-like clit, the soft curls that framed the flower of her. And it was impossible to not
yearn to stretch her and fuck her to completion. Jimin swallowed, mouth dry at the thought of
her cream, the wetness of her, the round pert clit on his tongue.

His cock was out, already fisted in one hand, flushed an angry pink and red from bottom to
frilled foreskin to slippery glands. His balls were heavy with cum, veins running up the angry
shaft, and the sensitive mushroom head shimmered with pre-cum that had slobbered all over
his length. It wouldn’t take much for him to knot, and he could feel the bulge already starting
to form ready to pop. His cock always cresting and throbbing at the sight of her.

Rue was looking at him now, looking at him with anxiety and excitement glittering in her
eyes. And Taehyung only stole her lips again, angry at the distraction. He’d take away her
fear with his taste, while Jimin prepared her for his cock.

He leaned forward, exhaled over her cunt, breath fanning over her shivering body. He was
fixated by the rawness in the centre, the hole that gushed with her slick. Jimin dipped his
fingers into her pussy and she squirted immediately. A gush that soaked his forearm just from
a single finger to the first joint. And he laughed.

“Oh baby,” he began to purr, feathers slinking through the net to push her thighs apart
further, to drip his aphrodisiac into her blood steam. “Does that feel so good?” Her cunt
throbbed harder when his thumb tapped at the gemstone of her clit, as his feathers spread the
butterfly wings of her folds, blooming like a silky flower, and she whimpered.

“Jimin—” She breathed on Taehyung’s lips. “J-Jimin—"

And Jimin had three fingers already slipped into the buttery quiver of her walls, massaging
her with carnal curiosity, hungry for her first orgasm. The sound of her was naughty in the
air, the suction and squelch, the dig of his fingers against the cushion of her walls, scooping
upwards to press upon the spots that made her squeal. He knew them well enough when he
took on an Omega’s body just to fuck his mates, and he knew all the right spots to touch. So
when he descended upon her, loving pussy more than he should, he knew where to lick and
how to take her to nirvana.

“It’s dirty,” Rue gasped like a virgin and Taehyung laughed.

“Jiminie’s just cleaning you up,” his mate answered.

Jungkook’s voice was filled with pity. “Has no one ate you out before in your life?”

Rue snarled. “I-I couldn’t risk it.”

Jimin beamed against her clit, lips stretching into a grin. “That makes me your first for
everything.”

And for fuck’s sake, of course, she was more potent there. She tasted just as sweet as she
smelled only better, like summer-ripe fruit at its very centre. And his tongue began searching
for that scent, greedy as he suckled on her clit until she was writhing and begging, knowing
that this must be the hardest she’ll ever cum in her life with the way her hips moved to escape
his lips. And Taehyung knew to hold her down, knew to suck her moans into his mouth and
stop her from escaping.

“It’s too much,” she began to say, twisting out of the way. “T-too much. Jimin. G-get off—”

But she didn’t mean it, and they both knew it when her hips bucked against his lips, and her
thighs spread only wider. Jimin growled against her with a giggle, his mouth was wet, a mess
of slick and slobber, dripping from his chin to his neck and he fucking loved it. “Naughty
Omega, gotta hold you down so that you’ll stay still for your Alphas to get you ready.”

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Jungkook fucking his cocks in his fists, watching
with drool spilling from his lips and a whine in his throat. He allowed him then to take his
spot in his body, sharing the pleasure, and immediately Jungkook was going fucking crazy at
her clit, lapping with a puppy dog-like eagerness that was unlike Jimin. It had Rue grinding
up against him, hips jiggling, body twitching, an almost scream spilling from her throat.

Her orgasm descended like a tsunami, gushing slick all over his face, spurting over his lashes
and she was sobbing against Taehyung, fingers digging into Jimin’s hair, thighs clamped
around his cheeks. It was Jungkook who kept his mouth open, kept him there to catch the
spray on his tongue to swallow her down. And Jimin hated that her moans were cute, little
‘ah, ah, ahs’ that he was sure he could turn into a scream if they had more time.
Jimin was smiling when he rose, hunger mildly satisfied, feeling on top of the moon for
giving her the pleasure she needed. He smiled still when his cock slapped against his belly,
tip flushed and creaming. They didn’t have to wait to put on a condom, his body already
knowing to plug up sperm as all eros did. And he mopped his cock all over her slime, making
sure to lube himself up nice and wet for her.

“Watch,” he beckoned her, grinning at Taehyung's tails which had now slipped to her nipples,
toying with the hardened nubs. And he positioned himself through the holes of the netting
and sank slow and deep into the suction of her hole.

A full-body shudder wracked him, pleasure crashing up his spine. And Jimin was speechless
at how good it was, at how she stole the rage in him, all traces of remaining energy that might
transform into a Rampage, turned it into a pleasure that sang through his soul. His eyes were
almost crossed in concentration as he tried to feed his cock in slowly, drool dripping from his
lips. Because for fuck’s sake,she was fucking glorious.

Rue was tight, fucking tight, tighter than the assholes of his lover and Jimin felt too huge, too
girthy when she squirmed against him, legs kicking as if it hurt. But her body only swallowed
more, his cock only continuing deeper like a knife to warmed butter, pussy gripping him tight
and eating him all up as his Omega gasped in his mate’s arms.

He almost came right then and there, and tears blurred his vision from the effort it took not to
cum.

“Shhh,” Taehyung murmured, tails painting her body, tendrils darting forward to spurt
shimmery lube all over her cunt so that she wouldn’t grow redder, and she wouldn’t buck as
if she wanted Jimin off. His blue tentacles were now at her clit, sucking at the little nub, and
each slurp had her body sinking, relaxing so that Jimin might fall deeper into her. “Does it
hurt? You can lick my tails, the aphrodisiac will help—”

“D-don’t want to,” Rue hissed, as the blue prodded at her lips, slapping at her cheek.

Jungkook chided from his corner. “Don’t be stubborn, it will feel better, and we can end this
soon.”

And she opened her mouth obediently at his words, taking Taehyung’s tentacles into the
cavern of her mouth, sucking on the tip. The eros’ eyes seemed to roll back, hips gyrating
against the net. And Jimin smiled, sweaty and breathless. His stupid mate, Taehyung must
have linked up his dick with that tail. It was hard to think with pleasure, with the gummy
clasp of her body, hard to stop and wait. And he was so fucking needy, his balls hurt through
the wait, but it was necessary for the need to cum began to ebb just a little.

A gush from Taehyung’s tail, and her body was relaxing, giving, allowing Jimin to slam tight
against her finally, breaking what remained of her hymen and bottoming out into utter bliss.
A pleasure that he shared with Jungkook through their bond, who immediately came in his
corner, muffling a scream into his palm. She arched her back, grinding her clit against him,
his cock so deep it created a bump on her belly.And Jimin snapped, hips jackhammering,
pushing Rue into the bed through the cries, each thrust slapping into her hips, each thrust
better than anything he’d ever experienced. Even Taehyung.
“I told you I’d be good, your best fuck.” He panted, bucking hips, breathless with need. Why
had they waited this long? His feathers were streaming liquid down her thighs, spurting all
over her body. And he felt fucking insane. “I told you I wasn’t a premature ejaculator.”
Maybe he was. Rue just didn’t know he was using his mates to last longer, pushing his
pleasure onto Taehyung and Jungkook who were grinding in their nets, spilling into their
pants with a groan.

Jimin fucked Rue with so much force the netting seemed to tear, the bed rocking as the need
to cum coiled in his gut. He wanted to knot her, wanted to breed her, wanted to claim her.
And he was thankful now for the barrier, for he clung to them for his dear life, arms raised
above his head so he might sink his fangs into his own flesh. Because the pleasure only
spiked when his cock kissed the gummy end of her, touching her cervix, the pulse of her wet
body milking him dry.

There was only so much pleasure he could share with the rest. And Jimin might cum before
she did, he realised, and that had him begging the Gods, prayer on his tongue.

And Rue was sobbing, legs tangled in the ropes, fingers caught by Taehyung’s tentacles so
she couldn’t hide her face. He stared deep and hard, glued by the pleasure, by the roll of her
eyes, the flush on her cheeks. The redness of her nipples and clit, suckled by Taehyung’s
tentacles. The twist of her lips, the sob that escaped her with each bounce of her breast. “I-
I’m going to cum again, J-Jimin ah—"

“You’re so pretty,” he whined, fucking thankful that it was almost over because he could not
bear it any longer.

And somehow, he could feel the rest of them too, the soulmates that were Rut lost in their
own ecstasy, reaching out for his soul, for the beacon of their bond that fluttered with the
greatest amount of pleasure. They were stealing into his mind and soul just so they might
taste the pleasure he felt. And he felt them all, confused and yet taking, cock-dazed from their
Rut, but knowing that they needed to taste the pleasures of their Omega.

And they were lucky that he allowed them to enter, lucky that he wasn’t selfish about the
moment he shared with Rue. But maybe Jimin needed them, needed them to stay and take so
that he wouldn’t go crazy from it all. So that Jimin wouldn’t spurt early in the fucking like a
three-stroke virgin. Because Rue felt too fucking good that his mind was breaking, his body
was weeping, and his pleasure was almost never-ending.

He felt as if he could barely make it till she came, holding on for his dear life, his body taut
with tension as her pussy sucked him back in and out with each stroke. And Jimin was
delirious from the flutter of Rue, clamping down on his overstimulated cock.

Jimin was praying through his cries, praying for her orgasm as he crested towards the end.
“Oh Gods, you’re my Omega, my soulmate, mine, mine, mine—"

And he screamed spine arched as he came with unseeing eyes and in a daze. His orgasm
slammed through him just as hers began, her cunt milking him as his knot ballooned bigger
than anything before. It was torture as she trembled, sticky pleasure soaking his pelvis. Her
orgasm squirted out of her in honeyed pools of slickness as he fucked her hard and sloppy
 through his orgasm, painting her fertile core white with his cum. He could barely hear
himself screaming, crying against her, weeping for mercy.

Rue who was moaning against Taehyung. It stretched out far too long, his body releasing
rope after rope that filled her belly causing it to grow. And his tummy strained, throbbing
against silky walls, still, his orgasm stretched, semen spilling. His Alpha was determined to
impregnate her with the knot, determined to make her stay and it was hard to keep the plug
there, to remember that he wasn’t supposed to breed her now.

“Fucking hell,” he began to cry, panting hard as he took her hand to kiss her palm. He didn’t
want to leave her body, and his cock seemed determined to remain sheathed inside her for it
continued spewing into her even as his breathing stilled and his heart slowed. “I thought I
was going to die.”

Chapter End Notes

A/N: Thank you so much for all the well wishes and the help. I was a little emotional a
few days ago from all the chaos that was happening to me, so now I’m a bit
embarrassed, hehe oops. But thank you for looking out for me! I just wanted to say that I
deeply thank everyone for your kindness and consideration. I am truly so lucky to be
surrounded by all of you angels. See you soon in the next update <3
 Chapter 27

Rue

She woke up steaming—sweat all over, pinned nasty against the sheets, a cock wedged inside
her, pulsing hot cream, euphoria roaring in her belly. An Alpha was ghosting over the nape of
her neck, breathing hot and crazy. There was a finger trailing over her nipple. A hiss and she
had her palm slapped against open lips—his tongue was out like a petulant little puppy
wanting a lick, incisors nicking her thumb.

The Alpha kissed her pulse.

Jungkook? He whined, hands slotting over her waist, hips gyrating, second cock slotting over
her clit, the other fucking deep in her folds. Both with a steadily subsiding knot. What the
fuck? Her heart was stuttering too fast from the smells. Rue was scent drunk on Alpha, high
on cum. Taehyung and Jimin were swinging in their sleep, cocks half-mast— just a little
limp.

Fucking hell.

She’d lost it maybe an hour ago, entangled in Taehyung’s flying dicks. The nets had been
swaying as if they were out at sea, all erotic bondage and shibari kind of annoying. Jimin had
called it a sex swing when he’d finally dislodged from her after an eternity, boneless and
slack against the ropes, holding on for dear life. He’d sank like a marionette with snapped
strings.

“Sorry,” he’d wheezed weakly, “I need to catch my breath.”

The Alphas waiting had snapped teeth for a chance to fuck her, practically begging for it
when her Heat had continued strong and potent. Jimin had laughed and had promised to go
again, coaxing her back with a thumb on her hipbone. He promised cunnilingus first and then
round two. But they knew he couldn’t do it, not with the drip of his feathers, practically
melting to the ground, the agonising slow deflating of his knot, and the twitching in his groin
as if her pussy had sucked the life out of him.

Plus, he was still cumming, weak ropes that spewed all over his body.

She agreed to Taehyung because, well, if Jimin was fucking with her about the soulmate
thing then Taehyung would be the fail-safe. And he looked good, all dewy, and needy. He
smelled better—stinking the room with spicy, smoky honey. Her Omega found him fucking
delectable, and the ache started all over again just seconds after Jimin’s cum had slipped
sloppily out of her. Her insides had been throbbing, cunt drooling.

Jimin barely helped.

Maybe she needed the Poseidon.

In his desperation, Taehyung had shown her his soul tattoos lined up on his dick like bad
golden ink—her handwriting. And it was long as fuck, stretched all over the shaft, underlined
by a pulsing vein. She’d looked at it, stifled the need to laugh because for fuck’s sake, what
the fuck?

“You said it was on your collarbone,” she’d drawled, toes catching on his cock, teasing the
frills of his frenulum, rubbing the drooling tip. “It wasn’t this fucking long.” His cock
stretched the length of her feet. She felt high on endorphins, crazy with the loss of her
virginity.

“C-can’t flash my dick in school—” He’d sucked his lower lip, stared at her toes hard. “A-
and…”

“Tae’s a late bloomer,” Jimin’s laugh bubbled from his swing. He looked like he was dying,
but still, a smile twitched on his cheeks. “His dick was smaller. The tat grew with his cock
after his first Rut. It started with an F for failure.” Rue choked back a snort.

“I’m a grower,” Taehyung had flashed, a scowl inky in blue eyes, curls like a waterfall, halo
at the tips. Jimin landed a kiss on her cheek like an idiot, stealing more pecks in her hair as if
they were genuine lovers. And maybe her heart would grow warm if his cock weren’t already
swelling to its full mast—slobbering and chubby with the need for more. And his smile
wasn’t all devious and greedy—palms meandering over the slope of her breast like a brute.

She batted him away with a fist and a snarl. “A fake tattoo, temporary, rubs out with water
—”

“Wanna rub it out?” Taehyung had growled, weaponised the situation with too big hands. He
pried her legs apart, the pad of his thumb tapping against her throbbing, swollen clit. Two
slow, heavy circles and she squirmed, slick spurting, juices glossy on his nails. He licked his
lips, nervous tongue pressed to the side of his cheek. “You can fuck it and see if it’ll wear.”

She let him because she was horny, spitting curses and swearing like a sailor.

But he cried when they fucked, started sobbing when he slid his cock into her, buttery smooth
and sinking deep into her suckling core. It was all fat tears down angry cheeks and a
darkened scowl because he loved it too much. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t
hide the adoration that grew from him — eyes starry wide and galaxy-holding as if struck by
Cupid’s arrow, unable to tear his gaze away as if he thought he might lose her.

He might.

Taehyung rammed into her, desperation-driven as he would be to his first fuck toy fresh into
puberty. His cock was longer, whereas Jimin’s was girthier. And his hands were always
sliding, fingers over her throat, circling nipples, then meandering down to stroke her clit—
two fingers pinching. He knew what to do, knew where to touch, to cause the spasms and the
squirt, to turn her cunt suckling and open, reeling him in deeper to kiss her cervix.

He was fucking amazing.

But there were the sniffles, the drool and the wobbling lips when it got too good. He flushed
like summer, cried like rain, so warm he radiated heat, and there was a wildfire inside her
which he stoked and coaxed to grow with each thrust. His tails curled over her body, stroking
sensitive skin, curling over the back of her head—soft, warm, like a lover.

Gentle.

It was hard not to tell him that it was good, hard for her to not moan and twist, eyes squinting
through the haze of an impending orgasm. Because were his pupils switching colours as if
possessed? And the others were so oddly quiet in the room, staring slack-jawed as if seeing
something else, feeling something else.

Jungkook would never be this quiet, he should be wailing—

A sob and she was creaming all over his dick, soaking the curls on his pelvis, mouth open as
the head of his cock punched, pulverised, and destroyed the sweet spots inside her. She
kicked and his tails snapped to her ankles, pushing her legs apart. The stupid shit took it as a
chance to ravage her, had his flying dicks spreading her thighs, twisting her nipples, flicking
her clit.

He turned her on his cock, hitched her up higher and pushed her apart. Thighs spread, he had
her blushing and on wide display for the other two to watch—speared by his dick, folds
parting, clit swollen and glistening. He had her bouncing on him like some kind of broken
Omega. Jungkook and Jimin were both watching, cocks in fists, rubbing themselves raw. And
Rue was blushing so red she’d felt lightheaded, sliding sweaty over him with each nasty
squelch of his cock fucking into her cunt.

He cried, and yet he didn’t fucking cum like a champion.

Rue must have orgasmed three times before he was done. His hips finally growing clumsy
with each stroke, crammed deep as if it might be their last. Pleasure roared, and then
Taehyung’s body curved, spine arched into a deep ‘c’, balls slapping against her ass cheeks.
Two strokes and he wailed, spasming deep long streaks of melting white.

“R-Rue,” he’d screamed, “hah—Rue.” His hips were jerking, a crown of sweat beading
crystals on his forehead.

It was enough to get her squirting juices all over him, another orgasm that pulled his cock
deeper, his growing knot deeper. When he finally knotted her, he was wailing through it, eyes
scrunched shut and lips pressed together as if it hurt. But he didn’t fucking stop playing with
her clit, tried to press his lips to her throat, gnawing at the air to claim her.

She punched him in the neck. And when he finally dislodged from her tender raw pussy after
what felt like hours of pumping his cum into her, it was with a big wide grin because the
tattoo remained glowing and pretty on a ruddy red cock, wet and juicy from their
lovemaking.

It was real.
“I’m yours,” he told her, all proud and beaming. “Can’t fake that. You milked me so hard.
I’m all red and swollen.” He was proud of it, so goddamn proud. “It looks like there are rings
on my dick—”

“Shut up,” she’d growled, feeling a little dazed with her pussy creamed, vulva sore and belly
slightly bulging. She was dripping with spunk, the messy heat of it slipping down her thighs.
Then he was kissing her, tongue-fucking her mouth, greedy until she was lacking air and
gasping. She whimpered, Heat spiking, and he almost seemed to coo, all sugary sweet, a lilt
that trembled up her spine.

“Omega wants to cum more?”

Jimin giggled. “She’s so fucking needy.”

“Let me,” Jungkook begged from his corner, a watery garbled wail spilling from his lips. “I
want to taste her.”

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open, despair showing. “I want to.”

Jungkook growled, tears misting in his eyes. “You got to fuck her already—”

“But I’ve not sucked her clit yet—”

“It’s my turn! It’s not fucking fair—”

They must have fought, and she must have caved because Jungkook and Taehyung were all
pressed up between her sticky thighs, tongues on the squishy bump of her clit—one on each
side, mouths kissing occasionally. There was a tentacle deep in her folds, Jungkook’s fingers
tapping at her g-spot. A squirt on Jungkook’s lips and Taehyung licked it off like a rabid dog,
juices spilling down their chin. Jimin’s feathers were playing with her nipples.

Rue didn’t know how she got there, and at that point, the holes in the nets were massive,
pried open by needy, weeping Alphas. She’d lost all sense of shame somewhere at the
seventh orgasm, and it was easy to part her thighs and let the Alphas do whatever the fuck
they wanted to her. Their fingers played with the lips of her cunt, sucking at the glistening
gummy pink of her centre, cleaning away what remained.

“I’m just a bunny,” Jungkook had begged, floppy ears in his hair. “Just an innocent bunny…
Gonna ejaculate in five strokes,” he’d promised, promised with his snake tongue out like a
lying cheat. “J-just the tip Rue, please, please, please.” He’d wailed, perfumed cotton candy,
starburst sweet. Something wicked and primitive sitting in the dark depths of his soul, but she
ignored it.

There were hickies all over her thighs, blossoming rubies and purple bruises. And maybe she
said yes when Jungkook agreed he’d cum in three seconds, and that they wouldn’t make a
baby. And maybe it was because he looked pretty and smelled deliciously like croissants and
buttery vanilla. Besides, he was their pack mate and an extension of her soulmates. Rue was
sure that they shared parts of themselves, and she’d get the same hit fucking him.
“No babies,” he nodded, slurring sloppy, happy to be there, drinking up every drop of her
slick as if he tasted like gold, humping against the surface of his net. “No kits.”

They showed her how Taehyung’s tentacles could slip slimy into his cock holes and plug him
up nice for her, leaving sticky thick goo. And Jungkook had shuddered through it, chomping
against her fingers, a growl starting in his throat. Her fingers had pruned by the time he was
done sucking her ring finger like a cock. And he was squirting clear, tongue out sloppy, hips
jackhammering like a bunny from the plug.

Jungkook was so cute.

“And just one cock,” she’d slurred to him, eyeing his dual cocks bouncing like weapons. And
they might as well be with the pierced silver running up the length of him, the first warning
of danger. He’d spent most of his time in the net fucking his fist and licking the semen from
her cunt, scrapping out a competing Alpha’s win. “Don’t fucking push it.”

“Just one,” Jungkook had nodded so sweetly, clasped her hips, and pulled her close.

The artemis alien started with one, the shaft of his second cock rubbing at her clit, slotted
between her thighs. And like the best of all sex toys—they were ribbed for pleasure, and his
cocks vibrated like bees to ease the push.The stretch was good, it didn’t matter that she’d just
fucked two Alphas, and had been stretched from their knots. She was still gasping, nails still
digging into his skin.

And then the fucking asshole fucked her with the fervour of a beast, ploughed with a rage she
hadn’t known he had, tempo that had his pelvis slapping against her ass in a crazed rhythm.
His dual cocks slipped, slotted nice and buttery into the furnace of her cunt, two inches deep.
She pulled him out before he could go in all the way, gasping at the stretch. Another snap of
his hips, and he almost breached her asshole.

“Motherfucker! You said just the tip,” she’d snapped at him. His fucking was wild, lacking
the grace that Jimin had and the wanton hardness of Taehyung. Jungkook rutted nastily into
her, sandwiched himself against the net, hips bucking deep. “And that was more than five
fucking strokes!”

“S-sorry,” he’d sobbed, more tears, itchy hands reaching. “But I want to cum and your pussy
is so hot and so good.”

Fuck. He wasn’t afraid to bat his lashes, all watery and Bambi-eyed. And he showed his neck
obediently, like an Omega to his Alpha, lips pursed for a kiss. And then he began to slow
down with his ravaging, pressed her to the bed, crooked his hips an inch deeper, sliding so
deep into her cunt that she was gasping. She could feel his cock and the shape of it, every
bump, every damn curve, every fucking piercing, every shuddering exhale from his lips. He
moaned like a porn star, moaned like she felt so good he had to cry. And it had her rippling
through her pleasure.

“Ngaah,” he’d moaned, muscles rippling. “S-so good.”

“G-go faster,” she’d begged, and he’d fixed her a glazed look, tongue out and lolling. His
whimpers were growing frenzied, and his cock was all gooey, fucking into the gummy
slippery silk of her cunt and melting her insides. She could hear the sound of him, the air
twisting between them with each slam of his waist deep into the mattress, and when she
clenched around him, he sobbed.

“Y-You said to go slow.” Not if slow meant tantalisingly deep agonising pleasure, not if it
meant feeling Jungkook’s heart rabbiting in his chest. Not if it meant having to look at his
face, and the pleasure that twisted his face.

“Changed my mind.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I want to stretch it; you can’t take this away from me.” His eyes
flashed crimson, then an electric purple and blue. It subsided. “Want more,” his hips slowed,
hitched deeper into her slurping cunt.

“Stupid fucking Alpha,” she hissed, hips pushed back to meet his thrusts.

She began hating the net, the ropes, the barrier that pushed him back from pulling her into his
arms and splaying his body over hers. Because Gods, they smelled so good, and she wanted
to be suffused with their scent, wanted to marinate in the smell of pack—

He did cum eventually, knotted her with her name stretched over his lips in an almost scream
and his toes curled. He came crammed deep inside her, white-hot and roaring until cum spilt
between them, running down her thighs. But not before he forced her through another quick
orgasm that he lengthened with the bunny-like bounce of his snapping hips, so quick it had
air fucked in and out of her cunt in noisy, embarrassing squeaks.

It had her groping her breasts for dear life, cunt drooling, body dizzy. She was breathless,
body burning, muscles aching. And her head was melting, sticky pleasure running all over,
vision clouding into white stars. At some point, they both collapsed to straining bellies, cock
throbbing hot into her silky walls, spurting as he whined and cried.

“Thank you,” he sobbed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve dreamt of this for so long
—”

She must have passed out from the pleasure. Just one fucking minute or two. And now she
was blinking awake to Jungkook’s cock warm in her cunt, knot down, suffocating in the scent
of warm Alphas, and his sleepy smile. The sheets in her shitty nest were tousled and soaked
in fluids.

And Jungkook’s lips were pursed, arms barely around her. He was all messy, with bedhead
curls and dewy golden skin. He smiled sweetly, a jarring comparison to the bars on his dick
and the tattoos on his arm, looking as if he’d risen from gangster porn.

“Omega,” he groaned like they were lovers, and goosebumps erupted over her skin from the
sound. “My beautiful Omega.”
Her heart fluttered, beating hard when his hands cupped her waist, palms burning against her
skin. A finger traced over her cheek. She scooted away from him, crawled out of his embrace
before he could yank her close for another round. Taehyung and Jimin swayed, snoring
sleepily in their nets as if they were the ones who’d been fucked ten times. But they slept
now like babies in their baskets, tails curled around their bodies.

“What do you think of breakfast in your pretty nest? We didn’t get to claim you in there.” His
face was filled with hope. Claim. Rue fucking hated that word, and that had her souring too
quickly, a scowl on her face. There would be no teeth in her neck. “Baby…”

Rue eyed the mess of fabric. Already she felt better, her Heat was subsiding, and her mind
was clear. Jungkook wanted out of the rope because he was going to bite her and put her in
his sex dungeon. She stepped back. “No.”

Jungkook blinked. It confused her now why he remained stuck in the nets. It wasn’t fancy
technology, just nylon, just string. But somehow the trio had listened and had stayed
swinging like good boys. Maybe they were suckers for orders, maybe they enjoyed
domination. “B-but surely, you trust me?” Her lack of answer had him faltering. “Rue,” his
voice was softer this time, a coo that stretched almost condescending.

“Stay there.” She snapped; a finger raised. She wiped herself down with a stray cloth. Then
tossed it in the bin with a scowl. The look on Jungkook’s face was that of a kicked puppy,
pinched and pissed that she’d wiped his cum all off. Alphas could be so fucking disgusting.

“Omega,” he said, voice soft, gentle, almost like a song. Rue paused. There was something
in his voice that halted her in her tracks and had her twitching to look. But she continued
towards the shower. One step was hard, two was easier, and three had her sprinting.
“Omega!” Rue closed the door.

She made quick work scrubbing down in scentless soap, washing up so fast that her arms
ached, and her muscles burned. She wanted out of here, wanted to leave before they started
asking questions when she wasn’t ready. And she wasn’t ready. She needed time, needed
space.

Rue stepped out of the stall steaming, armed with a scent blocker, and covered in a massive
hoodie—Jungkook’s hoodie, but that didn’t fucking matter. And now the two eros were
awake. A massive hole had been made in Taehyung’s net, and he had two legs out, ready to
leave.

They froze, the trio acting as if they were doing something wrong. She strolled towards the
door.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook stuttered out. Rue sprayed herself down, nose wrinkling
as she grabbed the mint to stuff up her nostrils. But it didn’t feel right not knowing the
territories laced in the air, the claims made that she didn’t know. Rue knew that an Alpha’s
scent couldn’t do a thing to her right after her Heat and so she dropped it into her pocket.
She’d put it in later.
“Don’t tell anyone about this, about me,” she gestured to the bed, then stopped and paused,
her hand on the knob of the door. “Not even our dorm mates.”

“That’s fucking impossible,” Jimin laughed, giggles erupting, cheeks pink.

Taehyung smirked. “Omega…”

Rue glared, baring teeth. “I’m a goddamn Alpha.”

Jimin hissed, falling back into his net. “Not that stupid shit again.”

Jungkook raised a hand. “But Rue—”

A scathing look and Jungkook shuddered.

Jimin smirked, ignored her death glares. “We don’t have to tell them, they’ll smell me on
you, they’ll smell you—”

And she turned, scent blocker sprayed raised, nozzle aimed. She stabbed a thumb in the
trigger and sprayed them all over, a good solid gush that had them closing their eyes and
grimacing. A coughing fit erupted from Jimin, fingers fanning the air.

“God fucking damn it!”

Taehyung squinted. “You want to keep up the damn act?”

Rue rolled her eyes. “I want to go to school.”

“You can go to school.”

“Not in your fucking sex dungeon.”

“I’ll hire the best professors, the best caretakers—”

The fucker didn’t bother denying that it was a sex dungeon. Rue glared. “I’m not your
fucking zoo animal. It’s my life, Tae. You can tell the government, fuck things up for me. But
maybe, you’d like round 2.” She gestured to their dicks. “Maybe you want me to suck your
cocks. Maybe you don’t want to go through the bureaucratic excellence of the royalty and
wait a whole fucking month for me to get out of prison.”

There was a burst of laughter from Jimin. “You’ll be the one begging.”

Rue smirked. “I think you and I know who the fuck’s been begging the whole time. I
remember lots of tears.”

Taehyung snarled. “Fuck.”

Jimin’s cheeks were flushed, blush growing. “Well—”

“Soulmates,” she nodded and checked the time. It’d been more than five minutes, and she
wasn’t anywhere close to dying, so they must not be lying. Her smile grew. “I’m sure you’ll
want me happy. You know I’ll look for you every time I need you, right? But I could always
go to a facility now that the coast is clear and I’m not dying. Get a cheap dick somewhere off
the planet.”

The three gaped at her as if she’d just destroyed their lives.

“Or we can have an arrangement.” She made a point to stare hard at Jungkook who was now
quiet and fidgeting, cheeks having lost their colour. “That means you too, by extension.” He
perked up, bunny ears rising. “You’d feel it too anyway,” she shrugged, packs could link up
their experiences sometimes. It was a freaky ability, but she was pretty damn sure she’d seen
Taehyung using that ability to last. There was no damn way he could fuck her that long
without backup. “As their pack mate, we might as well fuck.”

Jimin smiled. “You won’t get an Alpha anywhere else, not with us. We could report you, and
have you locked up and registered to our name. And we can get you out of jail in seconds,
they’ll let us because we’re your soulmates. Your Alphas—”

“Well, go ahead if you don’t want good sex and a willing Omega,” she shrugged. “But I
won’t go down without a damn fight.”

Jimin leaned back, brow raised. “You think you’ve got that kind of power over us—”

“Soulmate,” she raised a brow. “You’ve got my words on your ass. Must mean something in
your heart, so why don’t you let me be? I know that all three of you fucking hate Omegas.
But we could be transactional. Sex once a month during Heats and Ruts. I’m out of your hair,
you’re out of mine. No Omega to ruin your reputation. I’m sure I won’t be a happy addition
to your pack, and your families will riot. You’ll be a laughingstock, clowns to your planets,
so we should just keep this quiet. Thoughts?”

They bristled but quietened. There was a stretched-out pause that confirmed the truth. Rue
was a twist to their plans. And they had wanted her to be Alpha, an Alpha that could stand
equal to them all. Her smile grew grim, her chest twisting as if stabbed through the heart.
Alphas were all the same.

Jimin looked up then, sullen, sombre. “We can’t lie to them.”

“Who?”

“Dorm mates,” he moved his fingers in air quotes as if the word itself were false.

“Why not?”

“Use your nose,” he tapped the bridge of his nose, eyes sliding to her slowly. “And smell
them. I know it works now without all the shit you used to destroy your body.”

Her brow wrinkled and twisted as she stepped out, ignoring his words. If he wanted to be
cryptic and shit, then fuck him. But there was someone in the kitchen, the hallway glowing
with light. And she inched out, bravado fading. The smell of the orgy was now muted. But
the traces of the pack remained laced in the ground, tracing the floor, circling her body. Rue
was rusty and so she sniffed hard, almost bumping into a fleshy chest.

“Hey.”

She scrambled back, eyes wide at the sight. Hoseok. He smiled, naked waist up as always,
looking gorgeous, sunny and glowing. He looked better, skin glittering as if recharged,
muscles rippling tanned and lithe. But his eyes were dilated, glazed with something else,
something dark.

“Feel better?”

“Uh.” Gods, his scent was gorgeous like the sun, like sweet, juicy clementines, like earth, like
grass, like life. He was like an orchard of fruit trees, waiting to be plucked. And fuck he
tasted like he wanted to be plucked. The juice overflowing, the garden flourishing hot
summery sweet. “Yeah.”

His smile quirked weirdly, a strange look in his eyes as they swept over her. “Did you have a
good time with them?”

She gave him a cool smile. “Who?”

“Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin?” He turned to whatever he was doing, knife to butter. He
was making a sandwich, smearing toasted bread in dripping glossy jam. The berries fell from
the crust, and Hoseok licked his thumb. He sucked the tip. Fuck, her mind spun. Those
assholes, did they fucking text the group chat minutes into their orgy? Her fists clenched and
the helios continued speaking. “Was it good?” His brow pinched in worry. “They can be
selfish lovers.”

“It was whatever,” she shrugged, ready to throw a punch and run if he tried to kidnap her.
Rue stepped backwards, inching towards the door, sweat beading on her temple.

“Did they all bottom?”

“Uh, what?” Bottom. That word was strictly for males and assholes. It should mean taking a
cock in the ass, should mean an Alpha that preferred to be fucked. She slowly turned to look
at him.

“Who did you fuck?” Hoseok replied, then squinted at her. He believed her to be male. “Or
did they fuck you? I couldn’t tell when I was deep in my Rut. It gets a little hazy.” He twirled
his fingers, and she looked at him like he was crazy.

“Maybe.”

“Yeah?” His smile was blinding, sweetly curved into a smirk. “Felt so good. I thought they
were the ones getting fucked. It was crazy, they were crying for help, had to hold onto our
link, at some point, I think Taehyung stole my soul.” His words alarmed her, slurred in her
brain, all strange, all gooey. Her lips fell open, then closed. “Snapped us all out of our Ruts,
even Yoongi’s almost done with his. It was just so fucking distracting when all the pleasure’
coming from somewhere else.” He let out a small chuckle. “Felt pointless trying to stick our
dicks into something when we’re already knotting to another’s experience.”

Rue was almost breathless, exhale escaping her in a tight hopeless wheeze. “What the fuck?”

“We’re incredibly compatible. Let me join in the future?” Hoseok smiled, and bit into toast,
mouth all full. He groaned, eyes flickering with his lust, travelling over her body, her cheeks,
her lips, her eyes. “You do look a lot better, you smell better too—”

“Rue.”

She turned then to a figure darkening the doorway. Namjoon stepped in, tall form breaking
the threshold of the doorway, a cloud of rage blooming from his body, jaw tight with
irritation. And there was lightning storming in the air, electricity hissing. His body was naked
waist up and his muscles were rippling, lips curled into an angry smile.

But it was the scent that had her figuring it all out. All the good things that she enjoyed,
almost like a scene. An environment of petrichor and storms, snow and sun. But peppered
with life, with the rivers and the sea, of forests filled with fruit and blossoms dripping honey.
And within it all a rich space of baking treats flavoured with butter, with caramel, with
chocolate, then vanilla and whisky. It was a mixture of things that smelled so fucking good it
tasted indescribably divine.

And that scent was everywhere, laced in the ground that she walked on, in the walls, in the
air.

Namjoon stalked closer, eyes flashing. “The vial was fucking broken.”

Her eyes widened. Namjoon smelled like them. And they smelled like him, laced deep and
musky in their glands. It didn’t take a genius to learn the truth.

“How dare you push us all into a fucking Rut.”

Namjoon was their pack Alpha.

“You’ll be punished for that,” he sneered, eyes roaming her face, glass in his fist. The edges
had turned into dust. “Distracting us with drugs and then using my mates to soothe your Rut,
you’ve got the nerve.”

The seven were all in one stupid goddamn pack.

 Chapter 28

Rue

Rue smiled, smiled like she meant it, smiled like she didn’t care. Because when life fucked
you up, there was only one thing you could do—pretend you had your shit together. Survive.
Denial was a glorious medicine for her growing anxiety. And survival would only cause a
one-track hive mind of abnegation.

The moment all hell had broken loose, sweat had beaded over her skin, like cold, clammy
frost. She had known that jail could be in her future, that Alphas weren’t to be messed with,
and that she played a dangerous game of roaring fire. Rue was all grimy inside — darkened
and soiled by the colours of hardship. She’d done so much with nothing but lies. And the
risks were always great, but the rewards were so fucking high.

She was drunk on the gamble, and Rue was always all in.

Alphas were dangerous; they had too much strength and too much fucking testosterone. Back
home, one Alpha in a pack was the norm. A single fat asshole on his polished throne barking
at his Betas and Omegas. They’d spend their days kissing his ass and massaging his feet.

Two Alphas would be pushing it. More assholes to be pampered and babied, a lot more
sucking and a fuck ton of lying. Three should be the goddamn limit. A pack dynamic of rabid
animals, always fucking one another and trying to take the position of top dog. The more
Alphas there were, the more penis fencing there would be. It was a fact of life.

She’d long established that Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were going to be hell to juggle
with her Omega nature now clouding their mind. She knew that she’d have to kiss ass twice
as hard. That she might have to get on her knees just to keep them happy and quiet. There
were things she had to do.

But they were good boys, obsessed enough, sweet enough. There was sick love in the tears
that dripped from their eyes when they’d fucked her. And Rue could use that, could make
them dance the way she wanted them to. With marks on their bodies and adoration spilling
from their eyes, she was so damn fucking sure that she could get them eating out of her hand.
That they’d spend most of their time trying to garner her affection, trying to establish
dominance over one another.

But the four extras were wild cards. Rue scowled. There would be no tears in their eyes, no
sweetness that would have them cowering and begging. Seokjin might cry, but he was a mean
little proud bitch inside. Hoseok was nice, but he played by his own rules and his own needs.
He could be selfish when he wanted to be. And Yoongi? Always transactional, always strictly
business. He wouldn’t do things for her, he wanted the upperhand. And Namjoon? He was a
time-ticking bomb, he’d kill her if he could.

A pack of seven Alphas that hated Omegas and Betas?

That would be fucking satanic.

“Didn’t break the vial,” Rue shrugged like she had a big dick, crossed her arms and stared
hard like an Alpha. But Jimin was right, packs didn’t keep secrets. There was no avoiding the
truth. Eventually, one of them would sniff her out, taste an Omega on their tongue and
discover the truth. She just had to figure things out before that happened. “Don’t have sticky
shit all over my damn fingers, do I? And last I remembered; you wanted it.”

Namjoon smiled like sin, like the devil, and stalked up to her with a smirk that threatened
death. But as frightened and as frozen as she was, Rue was oddly entranced by the glow of
his eyes. Eyes that meandered down the length of her form, sifting over the material, studying
the parts of her that made her want to burn. “You’re insane, aren’t you?”

“Mmhm.”

“Spilling all those drugs on the ground? Darling, I covered for you.” His eyes flashed; voice
dripped into a velvety purr that had chills running up her spine. There was tease in his voice,
an almost gleeful lilt that told her he was confident that he’d win. “Forget school. Those were
years in jail—death, even.”

“Bullshit—”

“Those Omega suppressant pills you bought were top-tier poison,” he sneered, fingernails
tapping on his arm—a measure of his patience. Fuck, of course, he knew. She’d lost it
somewhere on the ground, rolling over the asphalt, and he’d picked it up and sniffed her out
like the dog he was. “That’s more than a favour. I saved your life.”

“Some mule must have used me—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he silenced her with a finger, “I’ve got eyes in those alleyways. People
undercover. They saw you.” Rue shut up then, lips pursed into a thin line. Fuck.

Hoseok’s voice was there then, thin and oddly strangled. The helios’ lights shattered at his
words. “What poison?”

“It’s for breeding livestock, controlling pigs and horses.” Namjoon’s lips stretched, dimples
flashing—a juxtaposition of his character. “But the shit’s got Omegas dying like flies, and an
army of exhausted Poseidons who’ve spent days fucking those bitches. It’s a disaster. So
much manpower wasted on liabilities. And yet, so many angry Alphas begging for their girls.
So the punishment for possession grows.” He turned to Rue then, embers flaring in his eyes.
The hatred was almost scalding hot. “Who were you going to give it to?”

Rue prayed that he couldn’t tell how jellied her legs had become, how terror was latched in
her throat and bubbled in her voice. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Namjoon chuckled, and plumes of smoke swirled in the air, darkening the room in a cloud of
lightning and thunder. But he didn’t push. They both knew he didn’t have to. She’d seen him
in his gear, decked in shining armour like some star-studded veteran. Namjoon was high up
there and a word from him would be enough to send her down. No confession was necessary.
“It was for a friend,” she admitted, twisted the lies, and pulled out the family and friends card
like a bastard. “I didn’t know it would be that bad.”

Namjoon raised a brow. “Of course, the ever-mysterious Omega. I’ve had men look through
those girls, and none of them are as potent as the concoction you have. So, what did you do to
the slick?”

“Look,” Rue resisted the urge to swallow, to gulp nervously like a pussy. Her cards were out,
and she’d lost them all. There was only so much she could do now with a zeus on her and
cold hard evidence in his hands. She had to mix lies with the truth. “It’s just fresh, nothing
else. I swear to God. What you’ve got in your investigations? Old shit—”

“It was enough to push us all into Rut.” He rippled, rose like a deity of the stars, glittering
like the heavens. “Four SSS-class espers with incredible control. We don’t have random
fucking Ruts. My pack is stable, we took the time and effort to stabilise our cycles. Do you
know how fucking impossible this is? How dangerous that could be with what we have to
do?” He snarled, leaned forward and infiltrated her personal space, fingers on her arms, all
blazing, all fire. “What cocktail of drugs did you put in there?”

“I told you the truth,” Rue shook her head and resisted the urge to bite down scathing
remarks on the insanity of his pack. No ordinary nut job would form a pack with solely seven
Alphas. They’d have to have bigger balls than the emperors themselves. “Maybe you’re just
deficient. Maybe you should all see a doctor. It was normal, Omega slick.”

Hoseok’s voice echoed then in warning. “Rue—”

Namjoon barked out a laugh, stepping back to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Incredible.” His
eyes shifted to her then, tinged with craze, burning with a sudden inferno of malice, the air
pooling with petrichor and ash. “Years of Rampage, years of unguided pain for us all. And
you come in here, looking all skinny, helpless and weak with everything we need and so
much more.” He was all electricity now, all sparking, glowing heat. And she shivered, felt the
tendrils flood up her skin like wire and knew that she’d fucked up. “Maybe,” he teased in a
sing-song voice, “you’re a spy.”

“For whom?” She gaped at him, at his closeness, at the sizzle of his scent, all glorious Alpha
musk and sizzling rain. “Who the fuck’s out to get you?” He smiled then, a low hum dripping
from his lips—soulful, deep, and warm. A moment’s pause as he seemed to consider, to
calibrate with too big eyes and a tilted head.

His fingers were dragging up her navel, up her abdomen, never touching, merely a flutter of
wind that was enough to spark gooseflesh and call forward arousal. And it was odd that she
allowed him that privilege, that she allowed him to continue like an idiot, like prey. But she
did with his eyes fastened upon hers like a seducer, and her mouth open in a gasp. He paused
at her heart.

And it was then when his electricity sizzled and hissed, alighting from his body in purples
and blues, like lashes of a whip, like striking snakes. It collided with her so fast she didn’t
have the time to react, a roar whining in her ears when it travelled up her veins, pumping
through her skin— a flood that should kill her, should shock her into cardiac arrest, should
kill her on strike.

And she’d seen zeus do it, split a man open with the curl of his digits. And she watched, like
a deer in headlights, like a stupid rabbit, as it fizzed up her skin through her veins, split to her
eyes and yet it didn’t fucking hurt. It scattered off, rolling in the air as if she were a damn
lightning conductor.

Fuck.

“Rue!” A scream erupted from Hoseok, a startled gasp and she felt his light shuffling over
her skin as if begging that she wasn’t hurt. A raspy, shaky exhale erupted from him, as if
thankful that she stood like a stubborn beacon of humanity. “Namjoon! You can’t!”

“Hah,” Namjoon exhaled, teeth bright, dimples showing, voice all velvety sin. She blinked,
momentarily blinded, circles in her eyes. “Even that doesn’t hurt you.”

Rue snapped then, pulled back with a snarl, looking at Hoseok, almost begging for help “You
tried to kill me.”

But he held on, held on with freaky eyes, hands on her wrists like silver cuffs. And his touch
was warm, tingly, electric. His thumb was on her pulse, catching the bend of her wrist. He
observed. Rue knew then that she was straying to forbidden territory, that she’d push too
fucking far. That the pack Alpha was all live wire, tension and rage. “You won’t die,” he told
her softly, “Yoongi can always patch you up, and he will. He adores you, they all do.”

She stared at Hoseok then, begging him to do something, anything—

“Don’t look at him. They’re mine,” Namjoon hissed. “My boys. My pack. My Alphas.
Mine.”

“Alright.” So this was the reason for the anger, jealousy.

“You don’t fuck them without my fucking consent.”

“Won’t happen again.”

“What do you have on? Armour? New tech? Hard shell? Or is this all just you?” His eyes
were sharp, so intensely sharp it was as if he were trying to pry her open, trying to peel off
her skin, from muscle to bone. He stared and suddenly she was noting the swell of his pupils
as if it were a delicious, ragged display of need. Namjoon drank, and suddenly fear was truly
coursing through her veins, lighting her nerves on fire, stirring her goddamn cunt.

“I’m flesh and blood.”

A moment’s pause and then a breathtaking grin. The hostility was gone, fading away into a
strange cheeriness that darted from him like clear skies and sunny clouds. “Come with me.”

Rue’s guts twisted; belly filling with butterflies. His hands were now too warm. She
struggled. “I’m not going to fuck with you again. I’ll leave, won’t be back.” God please,
please don’t let her die tonight.

“Come with me,” Namjoon repeated, skin crackling with lightning, soaking his curls in
sparks. And Rue hissed. She’d die here, tortured to a crisp, sent to a lab. Perhaps she should
start counting her hours. Curse her fucking mouth! She noted now in the smoke of his scent,
she could taste the tang of something amber, something sweet, something gold. There was an
ache in her belly that came with it, and a rush of heat in her cheeks. Why she wanted him still
she didn’t know.

“You want to call the cops instead?”

“Darling,” smoke invaded her nose, the dribble of it building into a delicious rushing mixture
of the world. Then there was his coercion, his shitty little smirk as if she’d excelled in his
goddamn tests. “You’re exceptional. Why rot in jail? This was all merely blackmail.” He
waved his hand, fingers-tinged hot red, giving her the space she so desperately wanted. “My
boys want you, so they’ll have you. It’s as simple as that. And you’re a slippery little fish
with massive balls and so much idiocy. They struggle in your presence.” His teeth showed,
and incisors flashed. “I’ll do the dirty work for them, play the bad cop.”

Rue gaped at him, and now the butterflies were wreaking havoc, building into almost nausea.
“What the fuck?”

“Gonna have to train that filthy mouth of yours,” he hissed, smile growing mischievous. “I’ll
enjoy that. Death, or us. It’s simple, isn’t it?” His tongue was out, flicked once over the seam
of his lips and she hated how her eyes had to watch the twist of it like she wanted him to. “Or
we can do this here.” There was a nefarious look on his face now, the air clogging with
tension. “Doesn’t have to be sweet and pretty in a pack room, on the pack bed where I’ve
taken every single one of my mates as mine.”

“W-What do you want to do?”

“Sink my teeth into your neck.” his eyes almost seemed to sparkle; a possessive tang edged
in his voice. “Petty details later.”

“You’re fucking insane.” He wanted to claim her, and she stepped back now, hands on her
nape. Fuck. But she was incapable of looking away, unable to not stare at the almost pink
little glow of his flesh that only grew into a godly sunset. “I’ve got a—”

“Bomb in your teeth?” He raised a brow. “Poison on your tongue? Those excuses you’ve
used on my mates won’t work with me. You won’t die if you can withstand my electricity.
It’ll take more than just a little snap of something in your molars. You’re almost a God.” He
smiled then, tongue cradling her name, lush and soulful. “Rue, you’re just like me.”

“How can you be so sure—” But her words fell, fell into the wind all shaky, all lost.

“You love money? Want your debts paid?” Namjoon smiled sweetly, carnal gaze sliding over
her. “You’ll have access to the pack’s account. It’s worth the entire galaxy. When you’ve got
dragons as possessive as Yoongi, there’s no need to fear that you’ll go without. He can show
you so much more than just gold.”
“No—” But Rue was choked, choked in the trap. It didn’t matter what she wanted now. She
was fucked and so she grew silent. Silent, because she knew he was right. She’d rejected
Seokjin once, harping about freedom, about death. She’d refused him then because surrogacy
had meant exposing her truth. It meant a life as an Alpha’s lap dog. But now was freedom
even in the cards for her? And if it weren’t perhaps at the very least her mother should be
free. But her mind swirled, pointed out the red flags, the classic signs of bullshit from an
Alpha’s sweet-talking mouth. “You can’t cover for me. You’re lying. They know.”

“Hm?”

“If you know I had those drugs, if people told you that I was there are the scene… The
imperial army won’t let it go. They’ve got me in their records.” Rue exhaled, sorrow flooding
her veins. Gods, after all that hard work would it all come down to this? “So, you’re lying,
you’re going to turn me in once you’ve had your fill. You won’t even give me the money;
you’ll dine and fucking dash.” He laughed, then laughed like she was fucking stupid.

“That was my army.”

She blinked, eyes fluttering to his, brows pinched. “What?” And her eyes were wide, wide as
her heart pounded in her chest, shuddered in her body as realisation dawned upon her. It
struck her like an arrow and slapped her awake like ice to her cheeks. She could hardly
breathe, a raspy inhale as she stared at him and realised. “You’re the general of Planet 1?”

“Ruler.”

That crippled her, a whoosh escaping her lips, lungs losing air. “B-but that’s an old guy…”
Her eyes were on him then, on him and sweeping over his features, his powers. Her lips
parted, brain reminding her of how the emperor looked like, how Namjoon looked like. The
dots connected.

“Our fathers,” he answered lazily, waving a hand as if used to this talk, “are stepping down.
It’s been well-established that we’re already ruling the universe. Our coronation will happen
when our pack’s better established and the situation at hand has been taken care of. They do
say we struggle with guiding, but with you, that doesn’t matter does it? We’ll be crowned
tomorrow with an SSS-ranked guide in our pack. You could be our very first and only
consort..”

“But that makes you—”

An emperor.

Bangtan were seven emperors and seven Alphas in a pack that would unite the universe.
Seven espers that killed their guides on the battlefield.

Her words were lodged in her throat, eyes wide. A new ball was in the court, only she was
immediately crushed. And her mind spun, spun to the articles, the names, the words. She was
shaking now, shaking. Because there was no escaping the trap, no running from them now. It
couldn’t be worse. And Theo’s fear was justified, and so were the reactions of the public. The
way the boys boasted and talked about themselves. The fear in everyone’s eyes.
Everyone had known, but not her because she was a stupid little frog in a well that only
looked upwards into the sky like a blind idiot.

Her gaze swung to Hoseok, and she regarded then the glint in his eyes. The knowing look on
his face as if he’d known that she had been in the dark. The resignation was as if he knew that
she’d react badly. That he’d been keeping those secrets on purpose. They wanted her in the
dark, wanted her fumbling and destroying her own life.

And so this news was true.

How stupid was she?

There would be no freedom now, and that doom echoed in her head, was a heavy weight on
her shoulders. She had been fraternizing with emperors, fucking with them like a goddamn
scammer. There would be no fucking escape. No lifelong dream of climbing the ladder to
become an Alpha CEO basking in AC and sipping on coffee. They’d learn that she was
Omega and then what?

She was literally and figuratively, fucked.

“Namjoon!”

Her eyes swerved to Jungkook— he was bent over as if he’d run a marathon, body still
stinking sweetly of her, still soaked, still dewy, and still dripping with her Heat, albeit soaked
in scent blockers. It’d taken him too long to escape the net, and instead of a shower, he’d
chosen to reveal her secrets. She found herself inching back to the door towards salvation,
towards the exit, face ghostly pale.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Jungkook gasped, panting as if strangled. “H-How could you?” His finger was pointing
shakily in her direction. “I felt it running through the bond, how could you hurt her?” Rue’s
horror only grew, a glare and he had his mouth open into a gasp, palm on his lip which he
hastily removed as if merely a mistake. It was odd that Taehyung and Jimin were not trailing
after him, that they remained in the cocoon of their room. But perhaps, they’d complied with
her requests to hide her secrets. Not that it mattered any longer.

Hoseok’s brow was furrowed in his little corner of confusion. “Jungkook, are you alright?”
Jungkook ignored him, choosing instead to frantically snarl at Namjoon, rushing over with
his body ruffling from his beasts. His muscles rippled, sweat down his throat and there was
horror in his eyes.

“Y-you can’t do that!” Jungkook growled, and his skin fluttered, scales vibrating, tattoos
shifting. The traces of horns blooming in his hair, forming steadily with his rage. “You can’t
fucking touch Rue like that. Rue’s fragile. It might seem like he’s strong, like he’s fucking
powerful but Rue’s not like us.”

“Baby,” Namjoon purred, hands twisting to cup his cheeks. A strange look dancing in his
eyes as he sniffed at the remains of her juices on his chin. The plaster of sweat on his brow.
The dilation of Jungkook’s eyes as if drunk, as if drugged. Namjoon’s thumb brushed the
sticky traces, pressed the remains to his lips. “You used it on him too?” He called to her as if
recognising her flavour, and she remained quiet. Namjoon turned back to Jungkook then,
stroked the cheek of his mate. “Don’t we all want this little alien? I’ll dish him out on a silver
platter just for you, just need to put him in his place so that he won’t play all of these mean
little games. He’ll be better trained and collared.”

Rue gaped at him, breath catching in her throat, raspy as she exhaled. They would use her.
Seokjin’s premonitions would be right, her future was already set in stone. She’d be fuck all
year long, grow pregnant with their children, birth thousands till her death. Rue would merely
be cattle.

“Don’t, I want to do this right,” Jungkook begged, shaking her from her frightened state. “I
want to be a good Alpha. I want this to go properly with extra security, with a plan. I need
this, we need this.”

“We have all the time in the world—”

“B-but it takes time to form a loving pack,” Jungkook pleaded. “C-Courting, then marriage,
before anything Rue wants—” Rue’s heart was a raging beast in her chest, and when she
turned to look into his eyes it was to a sea of sincerity, of devotion, of utter adoration.
Perhaps, perhaps there was still hope somewhere in this unforgiving sea.

“Marriage?” Namjoon blinked. “That’s an old Omega custom.”

“Jungkook’s right.” And then Yoongi was climbing out of his den with a snarl, jaw clenched,
cheeks pink. His lips were bitten all red, his body shaking like a leaf, desire shining in his
eyes. He was trembling, and his scent was all spiced liquor, smooth chocolate and glorious
whisky, malty smooth as it flooded the room. Rue inhaled, startled at his scent—at the traces
of Rut on his body, so good, so fucking delicious it had her feeling almost insane.

She caught herself before she could whine, before her voice began begging for a knot. Rue
pressed a hand to her nose and covered it like he stank. He regarded her once, a slow long
look as if in apology, as if in preparation, as if he knew. Then he turned, a heavy long exhale
squeezing from his lips in a long steady rush.

“You big dumb idiot, Rue’s—Rue’s an Omega, and that slick was hers.”

And she bolted towards the door.

 Chapter 29

Rue

One breath and she was gone, a whirlwind of light and motion, a sizzling shooting star. The
door was wrenched open, and then she was meteoric. Rue conquered space, flew across time,
and travelled with the scorching weight of an unknown future that must be hell.

“CATCH HER!” Someone shrieked, and she could almost feel the heat of their breaths hot
against the nape of her neck, the jelly of her limbs growing with each step. The lick of flames
as she propelled towards salvation. She could hear them caught at the door, swarming at the
arch, far too many bodies trying to squeeze through a smaller space. The desperation burned.

And so did the ballooning smell of an Alpha’s aura, an Alpha’s call for an Omega to listen.

But it did not matter if Rue had a head start, did not matter that she was far ahead.
Outrunning them should be impossible, would be incredible. And despite her overtaxed
muscles and gasping lungs, escaping was merely a dream.

Bangtan was a pack of seven. The sons of emperors, no, they were the emperors. The seven
had long taken position, were months away from the crown, and a coronation ceremony as a
united pack was all that stood in their way. They were aliens with godlike abilities that made
them rulers of their species. The strongest in the universe, and the only ones that could end
the monster hives that ravaged the planets like a virus.

They were Gods—revered, worshipped and loved.

But there would always be a price to pay for excessive power, an insanity that was said to
turn them into explosive hungry beings. A sacrifice that the normal folk would provide to
soothe these Gods. Bangtan had blood on their hands — the blood of their enemies, their
guides, and hundreds of Alphas, Betas and Omegas.

Rue was only their next conquest, their next victim.

A burst and the helios was before her, sparkling into existence with an outstretched hand.
Hoseok radiated and shone like colliding stars, like a nebula of cosmic dust. The emperor of
planet seven—he was in control of all light, the sparks that bounced and reflected, the glow
from a source. One spark had been all he needed to wipe out a fleet. A shatter and he could
rip apart all that touched his radiance. Hoseok could reach her where light kissed her skin,
could manifest in her eyes if he so wished, exploding her from the inside out.

But it seemed that catching someone had never been a task, for he stumbled, shattering in the
puddles of light meters away. He was reappearing in the viridian glow of the exit sign before
her and then the bulbs behind her. It was as if he were hesitant, as if he were afraid that he
would hurt her. And so, she veered, each stride a growing advantage.
Her shadows rippled, puddles of darkness growing with each spark. And hands snatched at
her ankles, twisting from the depths were the eyes of the hades. Yoongi, the emperor of
planet two. The shadows were his to manipulate. And he could drag enemies into the endless
depths of nothingness, could swallow mountains and seas. He’d pulled millions into his void,
the very same void laced with fire from his hephaestus blood, and he could take her into his
fiery inferno too.

How had she not known they were Bangtan? It should be easy to see the power that radiated
from them, the flash of it punctuating their every move. Curse her background, curse her
goddamn history. It was her life in 69 that held her back, and now it was her lack of
knowledge that would take her down.

“You don’t have to run,” Yoongi sighed, voice whispering in her ear, catching in the darkness
of the curls on her head. It teased at the lobe and fluttered down her skin, arousing goose
flesh and pleasure. “There’s nowhere to hide, darling. We can talk.”

Panic caught in her throat and quickened her pulse. “Fuck you.” His laughter echoed and
bounced across the shadows. And she skidded to an angry stop, hands slamming against the
elevator, naked feet burning against the ground with each dodging stomp. The doors snapped
open—advanced technology, a meticulous creation, oddly sturdy for the violence she’d sank
into its casing.

And she turned, turned a mere second to look, to see what lay in store for her, the figures that
peppered her path. But it was not fear that touched their cheeks, burned in their faces and
their eyes. Instead, it was a gentleness, a sweetness, a yearning that consumed their eyes. It
was the lack of concern that troubled her so greatly that it had her terror transforming into
rage. The five others had chosen to remain behind, standing at the door waiting as if Yoongi
and Hoseok were all that they needed to deploy.

They believed her to be already captured.

“Where Hoseok exists, there will always be shadows,” Yoongi’s voice swept in the air, and
she froze at his warmth, at the burn of his embers dancing in the air. She didn’t have to look
to know that he stood behind her in the elevator, waiting, smouldering. “And where I exist,
there will always be light. Omega, you did not have to run and hurt your poor feet.” He
clucked his tongue, a disgusting coo in his throat. “Now I’ll have to lick them clean.” His
hand found her, settling around her waist as if he owned her. And the ground bubbled and
boiled into a liquid that caught her legs, sinking her deeper, taking her away from salvation.

“Yoongi,” she hissed, just as his fingers swept to cover her eyes, warm, careful, gentle. Her
Omega liked that, liked that the Alpha held her to him, heedful of her scraped feet, gentle
with his touch, liked that he smelled deliciously like home. Another breath and she was
yanking him off her, stumbling into a void of his making.

The darkness was incredible, sweeping wide and far, an endless primordial emptiness that
stretched like a galaxy devoid of stars. It had her breath laboured; her shock settling into a
buzzing of panic that frothed in her throat. She exhaled on her knees; tears tacked to her eyes.
She was fucked. There was no escaping the shadows.
And in its depths were the reasons for all her suffering, the emperors of the world. They
stepped forward, veiled gently by the darkness as if they were home.

Jungkook was the emperor of planet four. He’d torn through his siblings to get to the top, had
fought rightfully for his position in a public tournament that ended with his family’s near
death. His body had been completely soaked in blood. She’d heard that the artemis had
turned ares, and now there was no beast he did not have in his arsenal of transformations. No
form he could not take, even those that were deemed fantastical. Jungkook was ranked
number 2 because even transforming into another greater species, like a zeus, could be a
possibility.

Likewise, Jimin with his feathers, his poison, and his transformation was just as deadly. The
emperor of planet six was a shapeshifter dripping in the most potent of aphrodisiacs. He’d
crippled millions for his gain, had turned them into begging slaves needy for his approval, for
just a taste of his love, his smile, his sweetness. Like Pied Piper, like a cult leader, he was an
emperor of delusive enticement.

Then his lover, his fucking stepbrother, Taehyung, the emperor of five, was said to be a
violent whirlwind of pain, a master of suffering. His rage sliced into his enemies, tore into
their flesh, and decapitated millions. In his presence, his people trembled. Each prick was a
growing suggestion, each insertion of his phantom limbs hypnotism for his people to please,
to obey. And they would, desperate for his approval, desperate to approach him pain-free. It
was said to be the ultimate form of acknowledgement to see Taehyung and experience not
one ounce of suffering.

And here they were standing before her acting like puppies, feigning their submission.

How fucking stupid could she be? It was that scorch of outrage that had her confidence
boosted, her body giddy with the adrenaline of the dying. And her ears rang, tinnitus blaring,
blood and oxygen—a violent cacophony.

“Let me out,” she snarled, jaws clenched painfully. “Let me OUT!”

“Omega…” Seokjin called, eyes soft, body glowing softly like the moon, rippling like a lake.

The emperor of planet three, Seokjin was a body of pure poison. The poseidon could
transform into anything, could slip into living beings and possess their bodies as his own. But
the emperor was said to be capable of much more, could control all fluids, bend the water in
his enemies and command their every move with his voice. For life existed only with water.
Seokjin could snap his fingers and make her fuck them if he truly wanted to.

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, despair dripping from her, breaking her. “Don’t fucking
call me that.”

“Alright.” His palms were up, acting as if she were a spooked animal in a cage as if she were
the one acting crazy. They were a diabolical cocktail of gas lighting Alphas. “Let’s just talk
about this, please.”

“In this fucking cage? I’m not a pet that you trap and feed—”
“But you’ll run,” Hoseok murmured from her left, appearing like a star. “And we’ll have to
catch you again, and you might hurt yourself.”

Yoongi hummed a raspy purr that boiled from behind, vibrating across her skin. “We’re not
awful Alphas, Rue. You know us. We’re the same as before. Nothing has changed.” Oh,
everything had changed, he just didn’t know it. Or maybe he did.

Jungkook’s hands were raised, voice shaking with a plea. “I can vouch for my mates. Surely
this extra little information—”

“Extra?” Rue laughed, crawled out of Yoongi’s grasp and stumbled to her feet. “You’re
emperors in a pack of seven. That changes everything. You wanted me as Alpha, respected
me as Alpha.” Her gaze swept over them now, gestured to herself with a laugh. “Now that
you know what I am. And you hate what I am. You—”

“You’re still my soulmate,” Jimin snapped, then his lips curled, bottom lip jutted out into an
almost pout. “You can’t push me away.”

“And mine.” Taehyung rushed his words, toppling through each syllable. “It doesn’t change a
thing, we’re destined. You’re ours, Rue, ours. It doesn’t matter to me what you are.” He
stepped forward, tentacles reaching, already drenched in her scent, her claim. “I’m yours.”
He beseeched with beautiful eyes, with the warmest blue. “I’ve been yours forever.” Her
breath hitched then, caught in her throat pathetic for an Alpha she’d just fucked, heart
catapulting into the sky.

“Taehyung,” her voice was weak from her lips, “you’ve only ever wanted to suck my cock.”

“I’ll suck anything that’s yours,” he begged, brazen, bold. “You know we’ll protect you, we
won’t let them hurt you. The three of us—”

“You don’t have to, Rue’s my true mate,” Seokjin interrupted, flushed pink when she stared.
“Perhaps, even my soulmate. I just didn’t think to look for an Omega, I never dreamed that
what connected us all could be of a lesser gender. It’s unheard of, but now perhaps I simply
was not looking for an Omega—”

Her mind snapped then, escaped the fantasy and returned to level-headed consciousness.
Alphas as misogynistic as the seven would never treat an Omega well. And in Seokjin’s
dreams, Seokjin’s premonitions, there was a pregnant Omega, one so full of kids she was
almost bursting. “Just let me go, let me think about it—”

“You were the one that lied to us.” Namjoon stepped forward then, crackling and burning
petrichor, a ghost of emotions drenching his handsome face, an irritated clench ticking away
at his jaw. He was a zone of pure, unbridled power, and seething rage darkened his eyes. “I
could have marked you, claimed you as pack without knowing the truth.”

Namjoon was the emperor of planet one. He was untouchable, for only his mates were
capable of caressing him, of touching him. He killed all that entered his path and was pack
Alpha because of his strength. No Omega should even be capable of standing before him, let
alone enduring his power. And yet Rue did, had survived a jolt of his electricity skating
across her skin. And that seemed to reflect in his eyes, an irritation that burned her, weighed
on her throat. And suddenly her palms were clammy, moisture beading on her forehead.

“Your insolence is incredible,” Namjoon said slowly, voice curling velvet and thick,
commanding.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi murmured. “She did everything she had to do to survive.” And Rue
noted now the truth of the situation, the concern that now drenched their faces as if one
wrong move could ruin the arrangement. Namjoon had the final say as pack Alpha, he was
their leader, and it seemed her place in their pack was at risk.

“She played with the hearts of our mates,” Namjoon answered, and she was captured by the
tension. The heat that rolled off him, the sudden turmoil in her chest as her Omega whined
and begged for her to bare her neck for him in submission. “Turned them weak, turned them
against us. This is not safe.”

“We are all merely intrigued.”

“It’s unbecoming for an Alpha of our calibre.”

“Rue is unique.” Yoongi bit back. “Extraordinary. Useful in battle. A guide made for us. ”

“And dangerous.”

Jungkook spoke then, a pitch in his voice. “Namjoon.”

The zeus smiled. “Hush, dear heart, I’m merely suggesting that we collar her for a while in a
safe place until we’re sure of what to do with her. Our court will not be happy with her
appearance, and we need to decide what to do next. It is not safe for her to frolic in our castle
with Alphas all around, nor is it safe for her to travel with us into the battlefield, don’t you
agree?” Jungkook was silent then, a quiet nod of agreement that had her eyes widening. What
the fuck?

Seokjin hummed. “I do need to look into my waters and check our futures again with this
new information in mind.”

Hoseok sighed. “We have to prepare for her arrival, my people will not rejoice. We’ll have to
work on the media, the public’s acceptance of an Omega consort before they will even allow
such a union.”

“Perhaps we can leave her here until things are ready.” Namjoon nodded thoughtfully. Rue
gaped at them then, horror blooming. He must be fucking joking.

“Namjoon, this is no place for an Omega. They need sunshine and nature, pleasant things or
their minds break in this darkness.” Yoongi sighed, and as if she were truly just a pet. “And
her pre-Heat has barely even begun…”

“We’ll take turns to care for her,” Namjoon shrugged. “Besides, we needed heirs—”

Rue snapped, “no.”

Namjoon turned to her then, eyes narrowing. “What?”

“I won’t be your fucking Omega, trapped in this hell hole as your broodmare, I’d rather die.”

“Omega,” Namjoon smiled, smiled at her as if she were a fool, “this is for your protection—”

A skittish laugh had her spluttering. “My protection? You just want to own me, like all the
fucking Alphas in my life.”

There was a pinch in his brow, a rush as he moved forward, scent simmering into sweetness,
a rush of pretty cold, fresh frosty air. His scent transformed into a beguiling lure as if
confidence seasoned his every action. He stood before her, smiling, dimpled and pretty. A
deliberation roaring in his eyes as he regarded her, as if a plan had already formed in his
mind, as if her decisions were premeditated. “Rue,” he finally used her name, “elite Alphas
detest Omegas. They don’t need them; they don’t want them. They only use them when they
have to. What do you think will happen when everyone on Hakon learns of the truth?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I won’t have to,” he answered with a smile, “what did you plan to do? Hide the truth
forever? You’ll expose yourself eventually without those drugs, and fall apart in class. You’ll
be taken by those Alphas who do not have an ounce of self-control. If you’re irresistible to
us, you will be ambrosia to the others. They will eat you alive.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It’s the truth. Why else would I accuse you of spiking the slick? I’ve never tasted an Omega
quite as enticing as you are,” He smiled pleasantly at her, as if she were a child, as if she
didn’t know better. “I commend you for fooling everyone, for fooling us, but eventually it
wouldn’t have been possible for you to continue on. You’ll just have to give up on those
dreams.” His words burned, burned and tore into her heart like a dagger, and he did so
looking like a gorgeous monster. “You’ll be much happier, pupped and cared for by the
strongest, richest Alphas in the world.”

And Rue understood now, understood in the bite of his words, the difference from when he
thought her to be Alpha. That because she was Omega he didn’t even plan to claim her, didn’t
want to sink his teeth into her neck and allow her entry into his pack as his only Omega.
Because that was beneath him, that was something a zeus could never do, an emperor could
never do.

Even now when her eyes swept across the group, she noted the hints of prejudice burning in
their eyes. The looks on their face as if Namjoon’s words tumbled from their hearts. No
disagreement erupted from their lips, no horrified gasp, instead acceptance shone in their
eyes, and hope dripped from their gaze as if her understanding would settle all problems.

It was as if she were only worth that much to them.

And maybe she was.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she whispered. “You don’t even want me in your pack
anymore just because I’m an Omega.” Namjoon’s godly expression faltered. It was a shift as
if she had just unlocked his truth. And the six other assholes remained quiet and enabling.

“It wouldn’t be proper,” he agreed softly. “Emperors are expected to try multiple times, to
have hundreds of heirs. The seven of us could never be faithful to just one Omega. And you
must know how the odds dip lower once an Alpha’s mated to an Omega, and his body’s
changed for that Omega. Historically, it’s the reason why the elite don’t have Omegas in their
pack—”

“You’re a fucking asshole, aren’t you?” she laughed, laughed at his stupid fucking face, at his
fantasies. “I’m not listening to your bullshit.”

“You’ll understand,” Namjoon told her, with a shrug. “A few days here will do the trick.” He
turned to Yoongi then, nodded as if he didn’t fucking care. “You may use our home in planet
23. The trees won’t die with just a couple of days in the dark.”

Yoongi hummed, clearing his throat. “Namjoon…Perhaps, we should give her some time.”

“She’ll have all the time she needs, safe in here away from others.” Namjoon stepped back
then, and regarded Yoongi with a lower voice, an Alpha’s command, a call that stretched and
swept at her, like a weight on her shoulders, like an itch of her heart. “Keep her here,”
Namjoon ordered. It had Yoongi stiffening, his lips pursed into a thin line.

“Fine,” Yoongi grouched, head hung low. “Don’t blame me when you regret it.”

“We won’t,” Namjoon beamed, stepping back as if anticipating the rush of freedom from the
shadows. He smiled sweetly. “Let us depart.”

It was then that her heart stirred, roared as she regarded the six. The way they seemed unable
to speak against Namjoon’s word, the way they sagged against the command. And the way
the call felt familiar, drenched her being and urged her towards a better direction.

And inside her, something bubbled in her chest, started warm in her belly, grew and expanded
into her muscles, stretching like a glowing warmth, a roar of glittering stardust and gold.
There was no fatigue now with its arrival, only giddy adrenaline that animated her body,
invigorated her mind, and turned her into something beyond her capabilities. It was the
feeling that ran through her veins when she protected herself, only now boosted tenfold. And
it felt as if she understood what it was, the potential she had, the reason for why she’d
survived for this long.

A voice of power.

“No.”

Namjoon turned to her then, a curious raise of his brow.

“You,” her gaze swept to Yoongi, lips moving, “will let me free.”
Namjoon’s mouth sagged open into a gag of surprise, panic seizing in his breath. And
suddenly, vertigo swept through her vision, the darkness swallowing into a pinpoint and then
blossoming into colour. She stumbled, back inside the elevator, with Yoongi staring at her
wide-eyed and twitching before her and the others lingering at the door to their dormitory.

Yoongi spluttered, holding his head, eyes wide as he regarded her with newfound respect.
“W-what the fuck?”

“Don’t let her go!” Pure panic swept from Namjoon’s lips, shock swirling from his breath as
he stormed forward in a rush of purple electricity. The scene was replaying and suddenly
there was no easy confidence, no laidback waiting. Suddenly, all seven were moving forward,
running with hands outreached, with terror colouring their cheeks.

How fucking stupid.

“Stop.”

And they did, stuttering to a halt like soldiers, eyes wide and horrified. Namjoon’s terror
seemed to spill from his lips, a wave of reasoning, of attempts to make sense of the situation.
He blabbered. “She has an Alpha’s command without a claim? How the fuck is that possible
—She’s not our—This isn’t real—”

Jimin snorted, exhaled breath, but a smirk grew on his cheeks. “She’s stronger than you babe,
you fucked up.”

And Jungkook seemed to smile, bold, brazen, needy. “She’s so hot, isn’t she?”

Taehyung nodded, too frozen to be her doing, standing far too straight it was almost as if he
were leaning into her command. “I told you we had to be careful, damn it. Jungkook and I
struggled with her commands for years.”

Seokjin flushed then. “What do you think will happen when she sinks her teeth into our
necks?”

Hoseok laughed, sparkles glittering in the light. “Guess, we’ll cum on command.”

Namjoon spluttered, almost desperate to regain control. And he was berserk with it,
transformed from the calm smiling bastard into a panicky little shit. He roared, shaking
against her command, red-faced and dewy. “Let us go.” He snarled. “Omega, you will let us
go—”

“Kneel,” she hissed, and he choked, air wheezing from his lungs, eyes wide. The rest
stumbled to their knees immediately, but Namjoon sank, slow and horrified to the ground. He
stared at her then, gorgeous face a wreck of understanding of knowledge, that there was
nothing he could do to her. And Rue smiled, smiled at the humiliation that bit into his fucking
ass, the embarrassment that burned in his cheeks. His clouds had transformed into pitiful little
droplets of rain, soaking his cheeks.
Yoongi spoke then, hissing a laugh. “Gods Rue, darling. You didn’t have to use it on all of us.
I’d kneel for you anytime.” She ignored him, chose to glare at Namjoon and sneered at his
power-hungry face.

“I don’t want to listen to your bullshit,” Rue snapped, middle finger shot into the air, aimed in
their direction. “Don’t want to see your fucking faces ever again. I want you to fuck off,
pretend nothing happened and leave me alone.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at that. “Shit, Rue! You don’t mean that do you—”

“Goodbye motherfuckers,” she saluted with a hiss. “Come back to me only when you care
about Omega rights, and treat your mothers well, misogynistic trash.”

Her fingers swept to the buttons and stabbed for the ground floor to the wails of her so-called
soulmates. A whimsical ding resounded as the door snapped shut in the faces of the seven
emperors in the universe. And Rue was gone.
End Notes

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