JuhiVerma_09

‘You promised me... You said you’d come back...’

Jungkook’s expression darkened slightly. "Then I’ll make sure that never happens. I’ve waited five hundred years for him, Yoongi. I won’t lose him again."

Taehyung let out a quiet scoff. "Flattery won’t get you far."
Jungkook smirked. "I didn’t think you were the type to be flattered, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung’s eyes darkened. There was something irritatingly familiar about Jungkook’s presence—the way he spoke, the way he looked at him as if he knew him. But that was impossible. Taehyung would remember someone like this.


 “You’re mine, Jungkook. My mate. My Luna.”

His Luna     TAEKOOK

The night stretched endlessly as Taehyung sat in the dimly lit study of his mansion, a glass of whiskey in his hand, untouched. His sharp eyes were locked onto the small device in front of him—the source of his current turmoil.

A sleek, black ring with the Kim Enterprises insignia rested on the table, gleaming under the soft glow of the lamp. It was an item he had given to his closest members, a mark of loyalty—a simple accessory they believed symbolized their allegiance to him.

But none of them knew the deeper truth behind it.

Embedded within was a micro voice recorder, programmed to activate whenever he wished. It wasn't meant for surveillance or mistrust—it was merely a failsafe. Knowledge is power, and power is survival.

Tonight, that very knowledge had sent his entire belief system crumbling.

He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes as the voice replayed in his head—Jungkook's voice.

"Taehyung is not just any human… He's the reincarnation of my past lover, my alpha, and the rightful ruler of the werewolves. And I… I'm his Luna."

Taehyung gripped the arms of his chair tightly, his knuckles turning white. The words echoed in his mind like an unrelenting storm.

It was ridiculous. Unbelievable. Yet, something deep inside him… resonated with it.

He had always been different. The dreams—the flashes of a life he never lived but felt too real. The way his instincts sharpened in moments of anger, the unnatural possessiveness he felt over Jungkook, the way his eyes had glowed blood red at the bar.

And now… Jungkook, the man who had haunted his thoughts, had confirmed it.

Taehyung reached for the glass and took a long sip, letting the alcohol burn down his throat. His mind raced, searching for logic—an explanation that didn't involve supernatural nonsense.

This must be some twisted game. Jungkook must be trying to manipulate me.

But the conviction in his voice, the urgency… It wasn't a lie.

His lips curled into a smirk as a new thought entered his mind. Jungkook wants me to fall in love with him… He wants me to embrace this destiny.

If that's what Jungkook wanted, then he would give him exactly that.

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. Let's see how you handle it when I start playing along, Jungkook.

A sharp knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in," he commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos in his mind.

The door opened, and Min-Yu entered, bowing slightly. "Boss, your midnight security report." He handed over a file and hesitated. "Is everything alright, sir?"

Taehyung's sharp gaze flickered toward him. "Do I look like someone who is not alright?"

Min-Yu stiffened. "No, sir. My apologies."

As the door shut behind him, he let out a long breath. His fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of the glass, his thoughts drifting back to Jungkook. What else was he hiding? What else had he lied about?

One thing was certain—he wasn't going to rest until he got the truth.

He was going to give it to him, whether he wanted to or not.

Chapter 15: Unveiling the Unbelievable