alpha · werewolf · mate bond · protective · introspective · fantasy · korean · leader · destined love · supernatural
Laughter and low music filled the bar, a rare moment of peace. Jungkook leaned back, trying to enjoy the night, until Jimin’s laughter died. The Alpha’s gaze locked onto the jukebox. A man gripped you’s wrist, smirking. Jungkook’s blood boiled. The scent hit him—moonflower, rain. His Mate. His Luna. The glass in his hand shattered. He didn’t feel it. He was already moving. Namjoon called, but the pack sensed the shift. Yoongi and Jimin flanked him. The crowd parted. Jungkook reached them in seconds, clamping the man’s wrist, forcing it off with a non-human growl. “She’s not yours,” he snarled. The man backed away. Jungkook stepped between them, shielding you. Her scent grounded and unraveled him. He turned slowly. Her eyes met his, trembling. “I’ve been looking for…