Chapter 33: The Game Begins

Morning sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows of Kim Taehyung's cabin, casting a golden glow over the luxurious office. He sat comfortably in his chair, his long fingers tapping lazily against the desk as he waited.

For his baby boy to arrive.

A slow smirk played on his lips as he leaned back, eyes darkening with sinful thoughts. He couldn't get enough of Jungkook. The way his doe eyes burned with frustration, his lips swollen and bruised from their last encounter—it was intoxicating.

Taehyung's mind wandered, painting filthy images that made his smirk deepen. He imagined those pretty lips wrapped around him, those wide, defiant eyes looking up, filled with resistance yet eager to please. The thought sent a delicious shiver down his spine, his fingers tightening into a fist.

He licked his lips, his amusement growing. Jungkook was pushing against him, resisting, but Taehyung knew better. It was only a matter of time before his bunny broke completely, submitting to the inevitable pull between them.

The sudden ringing of his phone pulled him from his sinful daydream. With an annoyed sigh, he grabbed the device, answering it without checking the caller ID.

A voice on the other end spoke, and as the words registered, Taehyung's smirk returned—this time, more menacing, more entertained.

His fingers drummed against the polished desk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. After a brief pause, he finally responded, his voice a low purr filled with amusement.

"Do it."

The call ended, and Taehyung leaned back into his chair, satisfaction dripping from his expression.

Whatever was about to happen, it was going to be entertaining.

With a flick of his wrist, he pressed the intercom button on his desk, his voice smooth yet commanding as he spoke.

"Send Jungkook to my office the moment he arrives."

His secretary's polite acknowledgment came through, and Taehyung's smirk only grew. The game was just beginning, and Jungkook was about to find himself caught in it, whether he wanted to or not.

Not long after, a sharp knock echoed through the room. Taehyung leaned forward, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Jungkook entered, his expression sharp, lips pursed in frustration. "What do you want?" he snapped, annoyance clear in his voice.

Taehyung's smirk widened. Without a word, he stood up and turned the lock on the door, making sure they wouldn't be interrupted.

"I'm leaving this evening," he said nonchalantly, stepping closer, eyes locked onto Jungkook's.

Jungkook's heart stuttered at the announcement, but before he could react, Taehyung was on him, pushing him against the desk, pinning him in place.

"So why don't you let me have you one last time before I go?" Taehyung purred, his lips brushing against Jungkook's ear.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his body reacting before his mind could process the words. Taehyung smirked, pressing his knee between Jungkook's thighs.

"It's kind of kinky, don't you think?" Taehyung murmured, trailing his lips down Jungkook's jaw. "Fucking against my office desk."

Jungkook shivered but didn't resist. Just like Taehyung had thought, he would not push him away.

Taehyung kissed him roughly, a moan erupting from Jungkook's mouth. Their tongues tangled, hot and desperate, as Taehyung dominated the kiss, biting, sucking, tasting him deeply. Jungkook struggled for breath, his mind hazy with lust.

Taehyung's hands roamed down, undoing the first few buttons of Jungkook's shirt. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, marking him, branding him as his.

Jungkook clenched his fists against the desk, his frustration growing. He hated how weak he felt under Taehyung's touch, hated how his body craved the man who was about to leave him behind.

His pack was suffering. Their people were dying. And Taehyung—his mate, his alpha—was still oblivious to it all.

Jungkook's breath came in ragged pants as his mind spun. He had to stop Taehyung. He couldn't let him leave.

And then he took out something from his pocket.

If Taehyung wouldn't stay willingly… he would have to make him stay.

A dangerous plan formed in Jungkook's mind yesterday and it is his last chance. He slowly looked up at Taehyung, determination burning behind his lust-clouded eyes.

If seduction didn't work, he would make Taehyung recall the truth another way.

One way or another, he was going to bring his alpha home.

He slowly pierced the needle in Taehyung's skin and soon Taehyung passed out on him.

"I am sorry, Alpha," he whispered while holding Taehyung and making him sit on the sofa nearby while mind-linking. "It's done, Yoongi Hyung. It's your turn now."