Chapter 22: A Dangerous Proposition

The night after the confrontation left Taehyung restless. His mind was a whirlwind of questions, theories, and an undeniable craving for control. Werewolves. Mates. Reincarnation. It sounded ridiculous, like something straight out of a myth, yet he had seen it with his own eyes—Jimin shifting into a wolf, trembling under the weight of forced transformation. There was no denying it anymore.

Taehyung spent the night digging through every possible source of information he could find—ancient texts, hidden archives, anything that spoke about the existence of werewolves. He learned about packs, the hierarchy, the importance of bonds. But what intrigued him the most was the concept of fated mates.

Jungkook was his. His Luna.

A slow, wicked smile curled on Taehyung's lips. If this bond was real, then Jungkook belonged to him in every possible way.

The next morning, Taehyung sent for Jungkook, summoning him to his office. He leaned back in his chair, composed and unreadable as Jungkook stepped inside. The younger man's expression was sharp, guarded, but Taehyung knew how to break through defenses.

"You called for me?" Jungkook's voice was laced with suspicion.

Taehyung didn't bother with words. He stood from his chair, walking toward Jungkook with slow, deliberate steps. Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung grabbed his chin, tilting his face up, and crashed their lips together in a forceful, dominating kiss.

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock. He struggled, his hands shoving against Taehyung's chest, trying to push him away. But Taehyung was stronger, his grip unyielding as he deepened the kiss. Jungkook let out a muffled sound of protest, his body tense, fists clenching. After a few moments of struggling, he finally managed to push Taehyung back with a sharp shove, breaking the kiss with a furious glare.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jungkook snapped, wiping his lips aggressively as if trying to erase the touch.

Taehyung chuckled darkly, his tongue running over his lower lip. "Why are you acting so surprised, Jungkook? You said it yourself—you're my mate. My Luna." He took a step forward again, voice dropping into something dangerously low. "So why not let me claim you properly?"

Jungkook's body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat. The audacity, the arrogance—it made his blood boil. "You think this is a game, Taehyung?" His voice was sharp, laced with barely restrained fury. "You don't understand anything about mates, about the bond. You can't just force it."

Taehyung tilted his head, his smirk unwavering. "Why not? You belong to me, Jungkook. You said it yourself—Lunas stand by their Alpha."

Jungkook clenched his fists. "That doesn't mean you can just—"

"Let me fuck you."

The bluntness of the words made the room feel suffocating. Jungkook took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're insane," he whispered, his voice laced with equal parts anger and something dangerously close to betrayal.

Taehyung only chuckled, watching Jungkook's every move with amusement. "You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you feel it too, don't you?" His voice was dripping with confidence, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "This pull between us. You know it's real."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his breathing unsteady. He hated how Taehyung could toy with his emotions so easily, how his words clawed their way into Jungkook's mind. But this wasn't about attraction. It was about control, and he refused to be controlled.

"I'm not yours to claim," Jungkook seethed, his voice unwavering despite the storm raging inside him. "And you will never force me into submission."

Taehyung's expression darkened slightly, the amusement in his eyes flickering. "We'll see about that, baby boy."

Jungkook turned on his heel, storming out of the office, leaving Taehyung standing there, smirking to himself.

The game had only just begun.

Later that night, Jungkook lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Taehyung's words echoed in his mind, refusing to fade. He hated how his body reacted, how his wolf stirred at the mere thought of the man.

Denying the bond was becoming harder.

If Taehyung was truly his fated mate, then fighting him would only bring more suffering. But submitting to him? That was something Jungkook wasn't sure he was ready for.

With a frustrated sigh, he turned to his side, clenching his eyes shut.

One thing was certain—this wasn't over. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, Taehyung had already started to break through his walls.