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Jimin could sense someone—or something—was around. She tried to sniff the air but couldn’t quite catch it.

There were moments it would disappear, the smell would get extremely thick and pungent, but when she took a few steps towards it, it would disappear again, followed by the sounds of scurrying and whimpers.

The alpha could have simply let it be and went back to relaxing inside her tent. But the scent was starting to get to her. She couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Jimin’s brow twitched as she focused in on her hearing. Crunches on the leaves, heavy breathing and a nasty, yet familiar scent invaded her senses. She took a moment but in a quick turn she grabbed the intruder by the neck and pinned them to the trunk of a tree.

As her eyes focused, she was face to face with one of her men.

“C-Chief, w-we tried—“ he stopped when Jimin dug her fingers roughly onto his neck, causing him to choke out his words. “W-We can’t find it.”

She scoffed, throwing him to the ground, not caring if he was suffocating or anything. She walked away and continued searching.

If her people weren’t going to be useful, she might as well do it herself.

Because she was getting impatient, and when she did, she became incredibly irritable and gradually became angry, then she would lash out at her pack again.

Jimin slashed through the overgrown leaves with her hunting knife as she stomped through, looking left and right, taking time to inhale the faint scent.

It was sweet.

Something that didn’t belong in The Barrens.

She wasn’t sure. It was hard to decipher. Because she knew what her pack smelled like. Or what the Oil Rig pack smelled like as well.

This scent smelled like… fruits. Or something fresh. Something that wasn’t familiar in this part of their planet.

The rustling came back and Jimin’s senses became even sharper as she listened carefully. She really didn’t have time for this.

She tried her best to silence each of her steps as she moved forward, using her nose to scent out the creature and once she reached a spot where there were tall bushes that were covered by leaves, she reached her hand in and to her surprise, she caught something.

Immediately, the creature snarled and barked but Jimin had a firm grip on its scruff… or maybe its neck and pulled it from the bushes.

She quickly pointed her knife at it, but the moment the creature stopped, Jimin’s eyes went wide at what she was seeing.

“Well—“

Jimin tilted her head at the sight of a filthy hybrid trapped in her grip. She hadn’t seen one up close in a long time. Usually, the ones they find were feral and already attacking her. She was used to seeing them like that, just a bunch of animals, with no thought or emotion inside of them.

All just useless animals.

This one was different. This hybrid was just scared, it wasn’t attacking Jimin or anything. Just covering its face with its arms and legs, shivering like a wet dog.

How amusing, Jimin thought. From the sight of the ears and tail, this was a dog hybrid. Not even a wolf, but it looked like a domestic, house pet.

That should mean something. This hybrid didn’t belong here in The Barrens. Probably from a different planet.

Out of curiosity, she slowly brought the hybrid closer, and took a quick whiff—

Her brows perked. The scent of the hybrid was definitely foreign, fur was definitely pampered before, and it definitely didn’t belong to where they lived.

Jimin watched as the hybrid trembled in her hold. Pathetic dog ears folded to the back, fur and skin filthy with dirt and grime. Soft sobs and whimpers coming out of its soft supple mouth.

She raised a brow, intrigued by the sight.

But her grip on the hybrid’s scruff was tight and she forcefully pulled the hybrid closer to her, making it cry more, its whimpering getting louder.

“What do I do with you?” Jimin asked quizzically, wanting to mock it. She suddenly dropped the hybrid, but before the thing could scramble up, Jimin quickly grabbed it by the face, forcing it to look at her.

Tears behind bright blue eyes. There was a dirty collar around her neck, torn up garments covering her frail body. All in the color blue.

Blue.

And it was female.

How quaint.

Her brow perked again when she noticed that her blonde hair reached only to her shoulders and Jimin couldn’t help but be amused at the sight. She liked women with short hair anyway.

Jimin took a moment to scan the hybrid even more. She was thin, had fur that was a faded transition from blonde to white. She wondered what kind of mutt this hybrid was.

But she didn’t care. She could use her as a toy, fuck her once and then maybe throw her back here. Or maybe kill her. Depending on what her mood was.

However, a part of her wanted to keep her. She was too small and too weak to fend for herself. Plus, her men might do something when they discover her—

She ignored it.

Without hesitation, Jimin released her and then grabbed the mutt by the scruff again, dragging her towards the direction to her camp.

The mutt didn’t speak, but she was resisting Jimin’s force. When the tugging became more noticeable, Jimin growled, swiftly turning sharply to bring her knife to the mutt’s neck.

It flinched and whimpered again.

“You should be lucky I haven’t killed you yet,” Jimin hissed, already baring her canines at the dog. But the sight of teary eyes and the terrified expression made her hesitant again.

The alpha scoffed. Her heart was starting to take control again, but she resisted it. There was no reason for her to feel this way over a mangy mutt.

As her patience wore thin, she used her arms to carry the dog in her arms instead, hoisting her body over her shoulders like a simple sack of potatoes.

Her arm rested at the skinny waist and subtly cupped her ass, making the mutt yelp in surprise, the tail tucked between her legs shooting upwards. She smirked.

She might have a lot of fun with this dog.

“And what is this?” Aeri asked, her tone immediately hit a nerve in Jimin, and she wasn’t in the mood to explain anything.

The taller alpha didn’t even spare her a look, busy rummaging through bottles of already opened alcohol. She grabbed one, it still had something inside. After a quick whiff and knowing it didn’t smell bad, she took a long swig and threw the bottle away, making it crash onto a post.

Then she roughly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grunted. “A stray,” she said in a low voice.

“Jimin—“

She immediately turned around and grabbed Aeri by the neck in a tight grip. How dare she make Jimin look inferior, especially in front of a hybrid.

There was always something about the way Aeri said her name instead of her title that made her feel sick.

Jimin hated it. She hated feeling inferior. Especially towards Aeri.

But Aeri wasn’t the leader of their clan. She was.

She just hated how they were close enough for her to be treated like this. Jimin was no fool, but she also knew she wasn’t as forgiving as before.

In the corner of her eye, she noticed how the hybrid immediately scrambled herself backwards to the wall when the leader grabbed the other alpha’s neck in a tight grip, hand compressing slowly. She looked back at Aeri, brows furrowed deep, and felt something close to feral. “You do not say that name in front of me. I’m the chief here.”

The smaller alpha had a hand resisting with the grip and grunted out. “A-And I’m your right hand for a reason,” she said, in her strained voice.

Jimin gripped her neck even tight, making Jimin’s pheromones reek and stink the entire tent. The sheer insolence of Aeri had tainted her rational thinking. Blood boiling, anger spewing. She wanted to hurt Aeri, in more ways than one.

But the scent of another omega made Jimin whip her head at the entrance of her tent. Yizhuo stood there, arms crossed her chest and looking unamused as always. She cleared her throat and finally walked towards them.

She didn’t utter a word, but she stood for a moment, and Jimin knew what she wanted her to do. After a few seconds of glaring at Aeri, she finally released her, not without scoffing and turning away.

Aeri coughed as she was freed, the scent of her pheromones was trying to compete with Jimin.

“Stop it,” Yizhuo finally snapped at both of them. “You’re going to suffocate everyone with your stench.”

Jimin didn’t say anything, Yizhuo was Aeri’s omega, so despite her being the leader, she knew it wouldn’t be wise to snap at an omega when their mate was present.

She wasn’t in the mood to fight. Nor did she want to tear Aeri from limb to limb. Even if she was the biggest nuisance at the moment, and a regular occurrence, she didn’t want to kill her.

Aeri was still important to her.

Jimin watched in silence as Yizhuo approached the hybrid. The dog was watching the entire time, ears still folded and her tail still in between her legs.

It surprised Jimin that the mutt still hasn’t pissed her pants yet. She looked like she was about to at any given moment.

The moment Yizhuo lifted the dirty cloth on top of the hybrid, Yizhuo snapped her head at Jimin.

“This is a hybrid,” she stated, sounding incredibly unamused by the fact. Looking at her as if she was crazy. “Hybrids never venture off here. They’re sold as pets to the Aristocrats.”

“I’m well aware of that,” the leader spat. Annoyed at how she was being questioned. If anything, she felt a bit of pride knowing that she was able to be in possession of something so rare in The Barrens.

Then the smaller alpha spoke, “Care to explain why?”

Jimin pointed at the dog. “She is the cause of the noises at night,” she explained impatiently. Then she looked at Yizhuo. “Check her.”

Yizhuo raised a brow at the command and Jimin wanted to scold her for it. But before she could do such, the omega already knelt back down to the hybrid, trying to reach her arms out to it.

“Excuse me,” Yizhuo said as she attempted to touch the hybrid. But as expected, the dog flinched away.

Jimin scoffed. “You don’t need to be polite, it’s a filthy mutt.”

Yizhuo whipped her head at her and scowled. “Do you want me to check her or not?”

The snarkiness of the omega was something Jimin was still getting used to. Yizhuo was lucky she found her sole purpose in their pack, because if not, then Jimin would have killed her sooner.

She scowled as well and allowed Yizhuo to do what she was told to.

The omega crept closer the hybrid carefully, displaying her hands out to show it was safe. “It’s okay I won’t hurt you,” she cooed at it.

It was obvious that the hybrid didn’t want to be touched. But the scent of Yizhuo’s pheromones immediately wafted through the air and the white ears on top of the hybrid's head suddenly relaxed and it folded back.

Aeri immediately glared at Jimin when the scent was getting stronger, and Jimin knew exactly why she was acting this way. It wasn’t the first time that Jimin was enthralled by her floral and woodsy scent. It had happened several times, where Jimin’s mind was muddled, and she wanted to have her way with the omega.

But picking fights with Aeri was an extreme hassle as she was just as strong as Jimin, and the alpha had no energy to even engage in one with her. So Jimin tried her best to hold her breath as they watched Yizhuo.

Yizhuo carefully placed her hands on the dog, patting it softly, inspecting her body and wherever the dog allowed.

After a few more moments of silence, Yizhuo stood up gently and faced Jimin.

“She’s malnourished. In need of a bath, a couple of cuts and scars around her appendages,” she explained. Then she turned to look back at the hybrid. “I can tend to any wounds if you want me to.”

The hybrid simply looked at her with blown pupils, it looked hesitant to speak, and she didn’t move an inch.

“Do you think she could speak?” Jimin asked and the hybrid flinched again.

Aeri sighed, slightly glaring at Jimin. “Maybe when she’s less afraid,” she said and pointed at Jimin with her thumb. “This asshole is making things difficult.”

Jimin immediately snarled at Aeri and the other alpha growled back. Before things got more heated, Jimin stopped when she heard Yizhuo clear her throat.

“Chief, if I may, what do you plan to do with the hybrid?” the omega asked, trying to diffuse the situation.

The question made her ponder for a moment. Because she knew deep down inside that having a hybrid in her possession was a rare case in The Barrens.

Hybrids were usually taken in as slaves, or because of the barbaric nature of the inhabitants, they were killed on sight. People in her land had always believed that hybrids were lower life forms compared to them. Majority were feral and had always attacked anyone on sight.

But this one was different. She was a tamed hybrid, owned by probably a rich family from a different planet.

It still didn’t explain as to why and how a hybrid came to her planet. However, Jimin didn’t want to dwell, nor did she have the time to think.

She could make this hybrid hers. Fuck her if she wanted, please her to her heart’s content. It made her smirk; the thoughts were flooding in and she felt her cock stir under its confinements.

“Clean her up. Dress her in whatever you have and feed her,” Jimin said immediately. “Then bring her to me.”

“But that doesn’t answer—“

“Yizhuo,” she quickly cut her off, a little less aggressive compared to Aeri. “I don’t want to repeat myself. Get the mutt cleaned and fed then bring her back to me.”

The omega spared a moment to glare back at Jimin, but she didn’t utter another word and turned back to the hybrid. She gently placed a hand on the dog’s arm, making her flinch again.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” she said again and when the hybrid finally responded to her with a small nod, she smiled and got to work.

Jimin watched quietly as the mutt returned to her quarters. Yizhuo gently guided her back inside and was told to sit on a pillow they had prepared for her.

It wasn’t lavish, and Jimin didn’t care enough about the quality of the cushion. She just wanted to finally have the hybrid for herself already.

The dog was wrapped in a piece of cloth, her hair still wet from the bath and Yizhuo carefully grabbed the cloth to wash off the rest of it.

Jimin patiently waited as Yizhuo was finishing up. The omega grabbed a couple of small sized garments for the hybrid to wear. The alpha’s eyes were glued onto the hybrid’s body, Yizhuo purposely made the dog face away from her, but it was enough for Jimin to enjoy.

The hybrid’s body was small, too skinny from the looks of it, but she could tell that she had soft skin, painted regretfully with scars, scratches and burns. Jimin was not surprised that it was there. But the desire to hold the hybrid before she was clothed was starting to swell and she wanted to kick Yizhuo out already.

It could be because Jimin was lazy that she didn’t utter any command, she still waited patiently for Yizhuo to finish and once she was done dressing the hybrid, she made it sit on the pillow and finally made her exit.

The tent was quiet, as expected, knowing that the dog wasn’t going to make a single sound. But Jimin kept her eyes on the hybrid, watching as it sat still, and shoulders were slowly shaking.

Maybe it was time for Jimin to do something.

“Here, mutt,” Jimin commanded. Her curiosity was at its peak, if anyone wondered.

Because all that Jimin wanted to know was how obedient, and pliant this hybrid was going to be for her. Which was perfect.

“I said, come here, mutt,” she commanded again. Her brows twitched when the hybrid finally shifted from her spot and stood up, turning around but she didn’t move.

The hybrid stood there awkwardly, tail between her legs again and head hung low. She started crying again.

Jimin sighed. She cleared her throat, making the hybrid flinch, and then pointed to her feet. “Come, mutt,” she tried again.

She could tell that the hybrid wanted to comply, probably afraid of what Jimin would do if she didn’t listen, but her legs were shaking so much that she couldn’t even lift it to step forward. Jimin could smell the remnants of dinner, so she knew the hybrid ate, probably before her bath. But there had to be a reason why the dog refused to move.

After watching for a few more moments, struggling to move her limbs, and crying so much that she couldn’t even wipe her tears without trembling.

That made Jimin close her eyes for a moment and after taking a deep breath, she shot up from her seat and walked towards the hybrid. The sounds of her boots dragging along the hardwood floor was loud, competing with the sounds of the hybrid’s cries and whimpers.

As Jimin stood in front of the hybrid, looking down at her small form, she couldn’t help but be amused at their difference.

She knew hybrids were different in features, but this was an omega hybrid, Jimin could tell from her size and scent alone. They were small, lanky and weak. Jimin could feel her neck bending more than usual just so she could look at the hybrid, she was only up to Jimin’s chest.

“Can you walk, dog?” she asked again, hoping to sound a bit less aggressive as usual. Yizhuo had warned her that the only way she could get the hybrid to listen without being attacked was if she soothed the tone of her voice.

But the hybrid refused to speak, she was just a trembling mess.

Jimin sighed again.

Out of her impatience, she took a step forward and picked the hybrid up in one swoop, making it yelp in surprise.

Jimin expected the dog to scratch, bark and bite her. But there was nothing. Jimin was left standing there as she held the shaking dog in her hands, crying and whimpering.

She clicked her teeth in annoyance.

How long was this dog going to be crying like this? Jimin was already making the effort of not using her voice in that moment alone and it already felt strange.

The alpha walked towards her chair and sat down, the hybrid was still crying and shaking despite Jimin not clutching around her anymore. It was as if she was trying to make herself smaller, hands and arms over her head, her knees to her chest and tail still in between her legs.

Jimin simply looked down at her, wondering and contemplating on what she should do about this dog.

She could throw her away, there was nothing about crying the entire time that could benefit her in any way.

But the dog just got bathed and Yizhuo already said she was malnourished. The Pack had enough supplies that could last them for a while. Maybe an even bigger surplus since they were planning to hit the Oil Rig again and an extra city two mountains over, exactly what Aeri told her.

So, the hybrid would be well fed if it wanted to stay.

Jimin kept her eyes on the hybrid. A part of her was painfully curious about the hybrid on her lap.

She honestly hasn’t seen one up close. And if she was being honest, the thought of fucking one made her a bit excited as well.

Her trousers got tighter at the thought. The hybrid probably felt the same thing too, especially with the way it stopped shivering when her thigh grazed over the growing bulge.

Jimin wanted to know what the hybrid was going to do about it. Her large hands grazed over the soft legs, from her calf to her thigh, then all the way up to her hip—

Her brow perked. The hybrid was definitely skinny. She could feel her bones through the thin fabric of the robe Yizhuo let her wear.

Then she reminded herself that the hybrid was probably naked underneath. Jimin needed not to worry about any barriers to tear and break, she just needed to slip her hand between those thighs, let her fingers touch her wet pussy, dripping with her slick.

Jimin started to salivate. She wanted to do something so bad. Her hands went back down to the hybrid’s leg, taking the time to feel the soft skin under her calloused palms.

A scent.

It wasn’t strong, nothing to indicate anything. But it definitely belonged to the hybrid.

Jimin looked at her again, her hand retracted from the dog’s leg, then slowly touched the trembling arm that still covered her face.

“Down,” Jimin commanded again, her voice in a low timber. She was confident there was no anger laced in it. She waited until the dog listened. But she was still crying.

If Jimin was being honest, if it weren’t for the adorable sounds and how soft this hybrid felt under her touch, she would have lost her temper and already forced her way with this hybrid.

But she recalled Yizhuo and Aeri’s looks, the words of warnings, everything they did when they hesitantly let her be in possession of a hybrid.

Before she could make another attempt again, the hybrid finally lowered arms, head hanging low, but her chest was heaving and shaking from all the crying she was doing.

Jimin simply stared at her. Bringing a finger underneath her chin to make her look up.

Short, blonde hair that naturally smelled like the ocean. She had a mole underneath her left eye, another that was across, sitting prettily on her right cheek.

Her nose was small, her lips full, red and trembling. It was desirable, if Jimin wanted to admit it, and she wanted to know how it tasted.

Jimin finally succumbed to her curiosity, and leaned her head forward, making the hybrid reach out to her shoulder and gripped the garment. But Jimin didn’t bite, nor did she force her in for a kiss.

She simply pressed her nose against the hybrid’s scent gland and inhaled it.

Strawberries.

When was the last time she tasted the fruit? She couldn’t recall. Jimin couldn’t help but clench her fingers into the hybrid’s waist, but not enough to hurt her. The smell was just… too enticing and Jimin wanted to smell more of it.

The hybrid smelled better than Yizhuo and Minju.

It was definitely sweet, enough for her to want to bite the gland that was throbbing on the hybrid’s neck. Jimin took her time, nosing the spot, sniffing, brushing her lips onto it. Wanting to just open her mouth and mark the hybrid.

The dog could have a new life with her anyway. She could be her new toy, she would be fed, taken care of by Yizhuo and whenever she was ready, Jimin could fuck her to her heart’s content. Who wouldn’t be grateful for that kind of life?

Jimin didn’t want to kill her anyway. She knew how rare hybrids were on their planet.

However, before Jimin could go further, the hybrid’s trembling was making her shake uncontrollably, and her crying never ceased. The sounds of her crying were starting to get to the alpha and she couldn’t concentrate anymore.

She sighed again, pulling back and staring at the hybrid again. The peak of her cheeks were red, including the white ears on top of her head. It was adorable. Jimin didn’t want to ruin it because she had the urge to strike her for crying so much.

Yizhuo’s words were playing in her head again and it made her growl, making the hybrid flinch and whimper.

Jimin got up from her seat, carrying the hybrid in her arms and brought her to the end of her king-sized bed. Aeri had placed a leash and a collar for the dog, and Jimin dropped her on the ground, grabbed her neck to look up and secured the collar around it.

She looked down at the dog, curling herself into a ball and just kept crying. Jimin felt something creeping inside of her, she wasn’t sure what it was, and she honestly didn’t want to wait long enough for her to accept whatever it was.

So, with a huff, she grabbed her fur blanket from the bed and threw it at the hybrid. She waited to see if the dog was grateful for her gesture, but she didn’t move, and it made Jimin huff again. She quickly grabbed the blanket again from the hybrid and spread it out, laying it on her instead.

“What a nuisance,” she mumbled under her breath. Jimin had never allowed her own pleasures to be ignored like that, and as much as she wanted to impale the hybrid with her cock, she couldn’t find it in her cold heart to do it. She might break this hybrid until it died, and she didn’t want that.

Jimin wanted to keep this hybrid as long as possible, if the dog wanted to live long enough for her to understand that she was with a new owner.

She didn’t want to wait around anymore; she wasted enough time observing her.

Maybe tonight wasn’t the time to let herself be taken away by slumber. She needed to relieve herself. Jimin turned around and exited her tent. Maybe in the morning, the hybrid would understand that her acts of kindness were as scarce as the abundance of food and water on their planet.

Jimin could try again tomorrow.

The first few days of having the hybrid in her possession have been pretty… rough. Jimin didn’t want to admit it, but it was.

But she was slightly relieved that Yizhuo took the initiative to make things comfortable for the dog. It could be the pheromones she emitted and Jimin was not one to question it.

It made perfect sense since the omega always knew how to use it to her advantage. Especially since she has Aeri wrapped around her finger.

At least their relationship had never been a bother when it came to work, or during their rampages.

So Jimin simply allowed the hybrid to acclimate to the new environment, maybe tying her up in a longer leash would give her the opportunity to let her roam around her tent to her desires. But Jimin made sure that she was still leashed.

The last thing she wanted was the hybrid to run away. It was too dangerous.

Plus, her pack wasn't particularly the best with regards to their behavior and desires. If they saw an opportunity to have their way with the hybrid, then it wouldn’t survive at all. Jimin didn’t want that. She didn’t want anyone to touch what was hers.

So, the moment Jimin could sense someone approaching her tent and sniff around, she would growl at them, take them by the neck and punish them.

No one was allowed anywhere near her tent. That was a new decree made by her to the pack. No one but her, and Yizhuo. Aeri was only allowed if she was accompanied by her mate. But anyone else was prohibited.

Her word was law after all.

That evening was definitely strange. Too strange for Jimin.

She was sitting quietly in her tent, scribbling on her map to plan out their next raid. But she couldn’t concentrate. Each time she took a breath, something tickled her senses, and she didn’t like how it did.

And she knew where it was coming from. Jimin glanced up from her table to look at the hybrid for a moment but then looked away. The scent was there again, and she clenched her jaw.

There was something about the hybrid’s scent that made Jimin slightly—no—incredibly impatient.

She tried to ignore it.

With the best of her abilities, she did. But obviously she was too thick headed to even think about controlling herself.

Strawberries. With an aftertaste.

Jimin was starting to get a bit too riled up with the smell of strawberries lingering in her room. Sometimes it was on her blanket, or on the rug. Sometimes it was on her outer garment that she used when she needed to leave for a raid.

It was driving her nuts.

Jimin decided to place her pencil down and decided to watch her, on her chair behind her messy desk.

The dog was lying down on her small bed, neck still strapped in a collar, tied to a post. Her back was facing Jimin, and she was visibly shaking.

Probably from crying again.

It could be the reason why the room reeked of her scent.

Jimin shifted on her seat, but she knew she couldn’t ignore the throbbing of her cock underneath her trousers.

She wanted to fuck the hybrid already.

The sound of silence probably got to her. Because she sprung out of her seat, marched towards the hybrid and grabbed the leash from the post to tug her awake.

As expected the hybrid was too shocked to register what was happening. Growling in immediate defense but when she met eyes with the alpha, her ears folded back and her tail quickly hugged her frame.

Strawberries.

Jimin clicked her teeth, cock throbbing angrily in her pants, making her even more irritable than she expected. She grabbed the hybrid, hoisted her over her shoulder and walked towards the bed.

It made her smirk with the way the dog was struggling away from her grip. At least she still had a little dignity to fend for herself. But that attempt would be futile, because Jimin had no intentions of being gentle.

She sat down by the edge of the bed; hands grabbing the thin waist of the hybrid and dragged her down to sit on the alpha’s lap. Jimin wasted no time and quickly pulled the hybrid close, caressing her waist and bringing her face close to the dog’s scent glands.

The dog tried to pull her face away, and that struck a nerve in Jimin.

Seriously?

Out of her unavoidable impatience, Jimin grabbed onto one of the hybrid’s wrists, locking it in a grip that she knew would hurt and yanked it away. The hybrid was starting to cry, since Jimin could already hear the dog sniffling, and the tears could be felt against her own cheek.

Jimin didn't care, she refused to stop, not when she was this riled up and ready to taste what she claimed was hers. She kept a firm grip on the dog’s wrist, forcefully attempting to dig her nose into the small neck.

She made it through the resistance briefly, her face nuzzled in nicely into the junction, and she could finally scent the hybrid. Her scent gland was there. Rare and ripe with the smell of fresh fruit.

It made Jimin want to do more.

“N-no—“ the hybrid suddenly whimpered, and it almost made Jimin stop.

Interesting.

She grinned, digging her nose further into the gland, sniffing more as her hands forced its way higher on the soft thighs.

“So, you can speak,” Jimin said, low and raspy. Her hands gripping onto the thigh, fingers slowly inching its way closer to the warm heat. Her brows raised. “Your body is very honest and goes against what your mouth utters.”

The hybrid shook her head repeatedly, whimpers escaped through small grunts as tears inevitably fell from her eyes. Her small, slender hands were gripping onto Jimin’s wrists, obviously asking to stop but the leader refused to listen.

Her scent. It was too much and Jimin was so close to devouring her right then and there.

Jimin shifted their position, forcing the hybrid to press her rump on the hard bulge. Jimin grunted, a few mixed emotions filled her because she finally had contact, but she knew it wasn’t enough.

The alpha’s mind was muddled, wanting to have her cock stroked with the hybrid’s hands, or have the adorable, ruddy lips graze onto her shaft.

Her cock twitched again, making the hybrid flinch. Her whimpers were louder, and she was starting to tug harder.

“P-please…s-stop…” the hybrid begged, voice strained from silently crying and from all the grunting she had been doing.

But Jimin grew impatient, the feeling of slick was so close to her fingertips and all she had to do… was to… inch a little… further…

The hybrid yelped. It was a mixture of a cry and a moan. Jimin’s brows raised, the pad of her finger grazed slowly onto wet folds. Slowly moving, caressing, feeling the softness of her pussy.

She wanted more. It felt perfect. The thought of the hybrid getting wet from all of this inflated her ego. She could finally do it.

Jimin kissed her neck firmly, thinking it could get the hybrid to relax.

The scent grew.

Her hand that was on the swell of the hybrid’s back slid down, all the way until the base of her tail. It twitched, flicking upwards as if she was presenting herself.

Jimin’s lips lingered more on the hybrid’s neck, scenting and kissing. The sound of the dog’s moaning was starting to mess with the alpha’s mind that she didn’t want to do anything else. Just more.

More.

More.

Her hand found the hybrid’s tail, the soft fur brushed against her calloused palms. Jimin’s brows twitched. Maybe she was getting a bit more stimulated than she thought.

The sounds of the hybrid's whimpers.

Strawberries.

And the sound of crying.

Jimin was about to do more, but then the grip on her wrists loosened and it made her look at the hybrid.

She stopped resisting, her head fell, leaning onto Jimin’s chest and she started sobbing.

Jimin’s jaw clenched.

Of all the years she had her way with countless omegas and betas, all succumbing to her charm and scent. Jimin was anything she wanted to be on her planet, but for some bizarre reason, she couldn’t do it to this hybrid.

Maybe she still had a heart after all.

With a sigh, she removed her hands from between the hybrid’s legs and closed them shut with her palm. Jimin had no idea what to do, but she circled her other arm around the hybrid’s small shoulders and held her closer.

Though the dog just cried even more.

Jimin didn’t know what was happening to her. She was already there. Hand on the hybrid’s pussy and all she needed to do was grab her cock out and fuck her. Simple as that.

But why? Why did the dog’s crying make her stop? Why couldn’t she just not care and go on with it?

She should blame Yizhuo. The omega had been feeding her nonsense ever since. It could be part of the plan. Her and Aeri had been subtly asking her to release the dog since she found her.

Though, it would still be a shame. The dog would die if she did. Jimin didn’t want that.

The dog should stay with her, under her protection, under her care. Jimin could make it work. She just needed to be kinder. Or get a grip on her desires. Jimin’s lust could wait for the right moment.

Her older sister told her something stupid before. What was it?

That good things came to those who waited? Or some shit like that.

Jimin nodded. Despite her thoughts being all over the place. It could be the strawberries. It could be because of the sounds of the dog crying.

Why was she like this?

What was wrong with her?

Jimin should probably find a better way to let out her frustrations.

Crash—

“I swear to fucking god, you stupid, fucking dumbass!”

Jimin was angry.

One member of Heejin’s team fucked up the heist plans, the gigantic hover truck filled with fresh produce crashed and burnt into nothing.

All because they were trying to show off to the other groups that they were superior to the others.

So because of that stupid stunt, there wasn’t going to be any fresh food for the next few days. Aeri had to track another truck within the time frame.

But she wasn’t sure why she was completely angry. She knew at the back of her mind it wasn’t only because of the failed mission.

She grabbed the tiny man by the neck, listening to him garble and choke, hands rushing to take hers away from his neck. “I—ack—“ his eyes were turning red, “—I’m sorry.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed deep, eyes glaring at the stupid, puny man in her grasp. But the sight of a shaking blonde in her peripheral made her click her teeth.

The hybrid was afraid again.

Well, she wouldn’t have been if Jimin made more of an effort to not look scary. But that was hard enough when she had a temper, and it was second nature for her to be this violent.

However, the dog was just curling up to a ball on her corner, pushing herself further into the wall and she was whimpering again.

Jimin huffed. She stomped all the way to the entrance of her tent, pushing away the drapes and threw the man away, making him crash onto the barrels of oil and water. Aeri and Heejin whipped their heads at the man, and then back at her.

“What the fuck?!” Heejin shouted.

“You deal with him!” Jimin shouted back, and then she closed the entrance of her tent.

She paced in circles, trying and trying to calm herself down because she needed not to be like that in front of the hybrid.

When it felt like she imprinted a circle on the ground, she stopped and took a deep breath.

Jimin whipped her head towards the hybrid and to no surprise, she flinched, hands covering her head and her tail curling up in fear again.

The dog was shaking.

With another huff, the alpha took careful steps towards her.

“He messed up,” Jimin suddenly said, as if she felt the need to explain it to the dog. “The caravan… It had food. And…” she paused, trying to find the right words to say. “It had the good kind. I was supposed to feed you with it.”

Jimin then looked at the hybrid, hoping it would have stopped looking so scared, but she was met with the same sight.

The dog refused to speak, nor did she bother to lift her head from her hands and arms.

But Jimin noticed that her tail wasn't tucked between her legs as usual. It was curling up towards her rump and to her hips.

This was a first.

Maybe Jimin should keep going.

“You don’t eat a lot. Maybe it’s because nothing is fresh around here,” Jimin said again, her cheeks starting to burn because of how embarrassing this really was. Speaking calmly to a hybrid.

All because Jimin wanted to gain her trust. Then use her.

She sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to get an answer. “We will try again. For now, please bear with the food we have. It isn’t like the fancy ass meals you had back in your home planet, wherever it was. But it’s enough to keep you fed.”

With that, Jimin refused to wait for a response and walked away from the hybrid.

At that point, she couldn’t remember what the hybrid’s face looked like. Jimin remembered the spot of moles on her face, or how she had a small nose. But trying to imagine everything again took a bit of effort.

It was ridiculous. Jimin should have given up on this futile attempt sooner than expected. But it had been a full two weeks, and nothing had improved.

Maybe the tail. But that wasn’t enough.

She wondered why she was doing all of this for a mangy mutt. That she was hell bent on making the hybrid her new pet, or sex toy.

The methods she had been using were odd.

Or maybe Yizhuo’s words were getting to her again. Because she believed the omega when she said that Jimin needed to calm her nerves if she wanted the hybrid to trust her. Or at least be comfortable.

If anything, she felt like she was doing too much.

Though, she wasn’t going to tell anyone the reason why she was so fixated on the mutt. Yizhuo had questioned her to no end, and Jimin was starting to directly tell the omega that she refused to.

Jimin was the leader of their pack. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation. If she wanted the hybrid to be hers for selfish reasons, then she was going to get what she wanted.

And if she wanted to gain the hybrid’s trust so she could have her way with the tiny body, then she would.

Nothing was going to stop the leader.

“The dog is running out of food,” Jimin told Yizhuo as they were inside the barracks. Guns, knives and all sorts of weapons were scattered around them. Some were inside crates that were obviously stolen, then there were some hanging on flimsy racks and displays.

They were going off on another raid. Aeri had advised that there was another caravan traveling through the bellows of the desert valley and they had fresh produce and new weapons so they had to get to it as soon as they could.

But before Jimin left, she had to tell her adviser.

“The dog has a name, you know,” Yizhuo said, annoyed, giving the stink eye to her.

Jimin raised her brow, genuine interest flowing through her. “She does?”

“Of course she does,” Yizhuo answered back in the same manner, scribbling something in her clipboard as she checked the weapons. “You never bothered to ask her,” she added.

The alpha scoffed. “Well, if you can get the dog to speak more than one or two words to me, then that would be great.”

“Maybe you need to stop scaring her all the fucking time,” Yizhuo said dismissively, but she didn’t expect Jimin to invade her personal space and snarled. Clearly annoyed by being told the same thing over and over again.

Jimin bared her teeth. “I’m trying.”

Aeri, who was standing by the side, immediately went between them and pointed her own gun on the tip of Jimin’s chin. “Back off, Jimin,” she growled.

She scoffed, swatting the gun away and stepping away. “I’m not going to hurt your omega, Aeri. Chill the fuck out.”

The other alpha huffed and kept her gun back into her holster.

“Her name is Minjeong,” Yizhuo then said, and the room was quiet.

Jimin paused and raised a brow. “And she just told you her name?”

“With a little coaxing,” the omega said with a shrug. “Since you have no plans on releasing her, might as well make her feel at home.”

“You know why she can’t be released,” Jimin said almost immediately, not in the mood to explain further.

Yizhuo scoffed. “Your motives to keep this hybrid is questionable. But if this keeps up and her health deteriorates then I’ll fly her back to where she came from.”

Jimin didn’t buy the bluff and scoffed again. “As if you know where she’s from.”

She kept her sawn-off shotgun on her holster, securing her hunting knife and was about to leave.

“And what if I do?” Yizhuo suddenly asked, making Jimin stop on her tracks. The alpha immediately whipped her head at Yizhuo, waiting for her to joke about it, but there was nothing but seriousness in her expressions. “I have my ways. Don’t threaten me, Chief.”

Jimin’s brows knitted together again, wanting to bark back at Yizhuo because of her threat. But Aeri was standing guard and watching her.

She clicked her teeth and shook her head, turning back and muttering to herself. “Whatever.”

This was something Jimin wasn’t expecting.

It was the dead of night when she suddenly woke up when she heard the familiar sound of scurrying beneath her bed. Jimin was quite vexed at how her sleep had been interrupted by the sounds, but when she sat up on her bed and the sight of a tail that was peeking out from under her bed, she suddenly felt her whole body wake up.

She knelt on the floor and saw that Minjeong was shivering and crying underneath it.

How did she get there?

Then the sound of thunder and lightning boomed from outside, heavy rains pouring and hitting loudly on the material of her tent.

Oh.

Minjeong must have been frightened by the sounds.

“Hey,” Jimin called to her, reaching out to hold Minjeong’s shoulder. The hybrid flinched at the touch but Jimin didn’t move away. “Come here, you can sleep on my bed.”

She waited patiently as she watched Minjeong remove her hand from her face and bright blue eyes were staring back at her. Jimin used her hand to coax her, then she reached out under the bed and offered it to Minjeong.

And to her surprise, again, Minjeong gingerly reached out and grasped Jimin’s hand. But the thunder was loud again, crackling through the sky and that made Minjeong cry out in fear. Without wasting any more time, Jimin carefully tugged her out from under the bed and held her. Minjeong was shaking in her embrace, scared shitless. As usual.

She gently picked her up and sat back down on the bed, not entirely sure what to do, so she just simply hugged her tighter.

Jimin could feel the hybrid go rigid under her touch. But all she could do was hug her, a hand gently pressed on the side of the dog’s head and pushed it towards her chest. Poor thing. The weather in her home planet probably wasn’t as bad compared to The Barrens.

Minjeong suddenly gripped her shirt and covered her face on her chest. She looked away for a moment, ignoring how her ears were starting to heat up from the contact.

Which was ridiculous because from the start of all of this, Jimin was forcing her way with the dog just so she could scent her. But why was a simple hug and cuddle making her flustered?

It made her sigh, and without thinking, she started caressing the hybrid’s head, comforting her.

Then something came to her, wanting to voice out something.

“I’m…” her voice trailed, but she swallowed and continued. “I’m trying.” She felt pathetic after saying that. But she still tried, nuzzling the hybrid closer. “You’re safe here, okay?”

A nod. That made Jimin a bit hopeful.

She took a quick peek and noticed that the hybrid’s tail wasn’t kept in as usual, but it was slowly moving around, not enough for Jimin to know she was excited. Was she excited? Was she happy? Maybe the hybrid was finally relaxed. The rain had calmed down and there was no thunder or lightning.

It made her remember something.

Maybe she had to take a chance.

“Minjeong, right?” Jimin asked carefully, hand still gently caressing the dog’s head and blonde hair, fingers brushing through her white ears.

The hybrid didn’t respond, Jimin could only feel her stable breathing through her chest, a hand clenching her garment. Before Jimin could retract her question, she felt a tiny nod underneath her chin.

Her brows raised.

“Will you let me call you, Minjeong?”

There was another nod and Jimin released a breath she didn’t know she held in.

Thank the gods for the storm then.

“Minjeong,” Jimin called to her. But there was no response. She turned to look at the hybrid, still sitting on her big pillow, facing that particular spot on the wall and did nothing.

The alpha’s eyes immediately looked at Minjeong’s tail, it was wrapped around her body, almost tucked underneath her rump.

She wasn’t responding. But the way her ears twitched made Jimin aware that the hybrid could hear her calls.

Jimin took a few steps closer, however she halted when she saw the hybrid go rigid. Ears in attention and the fur on her back was standing up. The scent of strawberries engulfed the room but there was a small aftertaste. Something that didn’t smell like what Minjeong usually did.

“Minjeong,” Jimin called her again, but to her dismay, the hybrid still didn’t respond.

That made her sigh.

Maybe their progress shouldn’t be considered progress. But the alpha couldn’t help but feel irritated. How long did it have to take for this dog to be fine with her?

Wasn’t Jimin doing enough for her?

There was always food for her, a comfortable bed, new clothes and even a roof to cover her head.

The thought made Jimin angry.

Her own scent battled with Minjeong’s, and it made the hybrid curl up, attempting to make herself smaller than usual.

If Jimin had no control over her senses, then she would have beaten the dog up already.

So, she released the tension from her enclosed fists and took a deep breath. She honestly had no time for this and if Minjeong wanted to be difficult then maybe Jimin should just let her be.

She could be Yizhuo’s problem if that was the case. Jimin and her crew were set to go out on their scheduled raid over Red Frost Mountain anyway. The travel on their motorcycles would take them a week away from base.

A week of not being around Minjeong might change things. Jimin could return and find out that Minjeong had already fled or died because of her defiance. Not eating her food nor drinking her water was a futile attempt.

Jimin turned around and walked towards her bed. She kicked off her boots and laid down, finally resting her head on the softness of her pillow. She turned to glance at Minjeong once more before she shifted on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

The alpha honestly didn’t know what else she was doing wrong. Because she did so much, and was out of character, just for this hybrid.

Maybe Yizhuo was right. But Jimin would never accept that.

It was just unfortunate. Jimin wanted to cuddle with the hybrid before she left.

Guess it would never happen.

“P-Please—“

Jimin didn’t want to hear anymore crying and blew the bandits head off as she pulled the trigger to her sawn-off shotgun.

Blood and giblets splattered on her face and onto the ground. But it wasn’t her first rodeo, nor the first time she was the reason for this grotesque scene.

Their only goal for this camp was to take the vehicles. Bandits around these areas were quick on their feet because of the technology installed in their cars and bikes. Could be because of the resources that were abundant within the snowy terrains.

It was one big reason why they were here.

Another was because of the food. If they could transport the blocks of ice safely back into their base, then their food could be properly reserved and then Jimin would be able to feed Minjeong something decent.

Maybe Jimin could nab the fur blanket she saw in one of the quarters she passed by. It looked soft and it could be a good addition to Minjeong’s bed.

Jimin should probably make Minjeong another bed. Something not so close to the floor. Or the hybrid could settle with sleeping next to her—

She stopped. Brows furrowed deeply, and she let out a sigh.

Maybe she shouldn’t be getting ahead of herself.

The alpha recalled the way Minjeong was towards her before she left. Jimin would be lying if she said it made her slightly disheartened. Because it did.

Maybe even more than she hoped.

Which confused her because her sole purpose in all of this was to bed Minjeong and fuck her senseless. But for some reason Jimin had been holding back for a lot of reasons and it was starting to not make sense.

It could be because of all the crying the hybrid did these past few weeks. Jimin had to ensure that Yizhuo gave her fresh and clean water just so that she could replenish the amount of liquids that came out of her.

Jimin’s heart could have also softened because she allowed herself to embrace Minjeong so intimately as well.

As Jimin was scavenging through the dead bodies, she heard footsteps but decided to ignore it.

“Aren’t you in a hurry to go home,” Aeri said as she approached Jimin. The alpha was all covered in blood and maybe carcasses, smothered all over her armor. She raised a brow when Jimin simply looked at her. “Worried about the dog?”

She scoffed, looking away as she stood up straight. “I’m not sure,” she answered truthfully. But then she scoffed again. Memories of the night she left made her feel a bit disheartened, but she simply wished it could disappear. “I trust Yizhuo and her judgment. I wouldn’t be surprised if she set the dog free or used one of our ships to send her back where she belongs.”

Aeri looked at her in disbelief. “And you’re fine with that?”

“It’s not like I tried,” Jimin snapped back in annoyance. Though her feelings and thoughts had always been honest when she was with Aeri. She ran her hand through her hair. “I thought she warmed up to me. But she’s still scared.”

The alpha raised her brow, definitely in a way where she was mocking Jimin. “That’s rich coming from you,” she huffed out.

Jimin almost lost patience and quickly turned to grab Aeri by the collar, vision almost turning red. “Then you tell me what I should do,” she growled threateningly.

But Aeri wasn’t fazed by the display of dominance. “You’ve always been a softie, Jimin,” she said after a scoff. “That hybrid just needs a little bit more care. It was a pet prior to her coming here. Maybe she’s just used to being pampered.”

Her shoulders fell when Aeri said that. Maybe the other alpha was right. Because Jimin was trying her best to find a flaw in Aeri’s statement, but she couldn’t find anything.

She could be exhausted. Her and the pack had been out for days straight with little to no hours of rest, nothing but traveling through dirt and snow; battling and killing whoever stood before them. Jimin was just tired.

“And I’ve tried that as well,” she said in defeat, finally releasing Aeri from her grasp.

Aeri fixed herself and looked at Jimin. “Then maybe you should do more,” she said then shrugged again. “Dogs like pets and cuddles. A dog hybrid wouldn’t be any different.” Then Aeri patted her back and smirked. “Maybe if you’re lucky, she could be in heat, and she’ll be all over you. Your stench reeks and she might like it.”

Jimin instantly blushed at the idea of it. Of course, she didn’t forget about Minjeong possibly going into her heat and Jimin was more than willing to help out when the time came. But she was so fixated on getting the hybrid to acclimate in their base that she totally let that idea slip out of her mind.

And because Aeri seemed to have slithered it inside her brain, she felt the blood in her body rise up to her cheeks and ears. Her cock did a small twitch too.

But she looked away, shrugging the idea away, because she knew she would get there when it was an immediate concern.

Maybe by then she would be more prepared. But she didn’t even know if Minjeong was willing to stay. She could be hoping for something that wouldn’t even come true. And the last thing Jimin wanted to feel was disappointment.

She scoffed, gathering the rest of the items she wanted to bring home. Not wanting to give Aeri a response.

Jimin and the pack had finally reached back to homebase. The trip took longer than she wanted. A few of their vehicles had broken down within the trenches and as the leader, she had to be alert, making sure that the cars would get fixed before they were ambushed.

It was a tiring feat. But they made it. All of her people were enjoying the spoils of the week-long raid, and they could finally celebrate and once morning arrived, they could plan their next one.

Aeri and Heejin invited her to join them in the mead hall to get drunk and sing songs of victory, but Jimin had to pass. She honestly wanted to go with them, but there was a part of her that wanted to retreat into her tent and face the reality of the situation between her and Minjeong.

As they all arrived back in their base, Yizhuo was there waiting for them, ready to wrap her arms around her mate but she didn’t utter anything about the hybrid that was hiding inside Jimin’s tent. Maybe the omega wanted Jimin to find out for herself.

It would be best. Jimin didn’t want to ruin the festivities if others were involved because of the possibility of her creating havoc. Jimin was aware she was capable of doing such.

But she had rehearsed everything in her head, convincing herself that she could handle her temper if the hybrid did decide to leave and if she did, then Jimin could simply sleep it off and pretend that nothing had happened.

However, if Minjeong did stay, then Jimin was more than willing to spend her evening with her. Maybe try to get the dog to be fine with having her around.

One week of being away should be enough for Minjeong to understand. Right?

Jimin pulled away the drapes on her tent and entered. She took a moment to scan her quarters. It looked the same, nothing had been destroyed or placed differently. It looked exactly the way she left it. Her eyes then darted to Minjeong’s designated sleeping area and to her dismay, it was empty.

She took careful steps towards it; the drinking bowl was still full of water and bits of food and rice were splattered on the bowls. She wasn’t sure if Minjeong ate her dinner or if this was food from this morning.

The room was quiet. There was no rustling or whimpers from the hybrid. Maybe Minjeong did leave.

She sighed.

Maybe Jimin was a fool this whole time. Hybrids weren’t meant to be in a place like this. Especially if they weren’t used for hunting and sex. Minjeong wasn’t any different and Jimin only hoped that she was able to escape safely. She at least wished that Yizhuo helped her out to the fullest.

Despite the heavy feeling in her heart, Jimin only wanted Minjeong to finally find the freedom she seeked. But she couldn’t help but think that it was such a shame. Minjeong would have been pampered to no end if she just accepted Jimin’s hospitality.

Her desires to have sex with Minjeong could be placed aside if it meant to have Minjeong cuddle up to her and succumb to her desires of owning her.

She should probably sleep.

Jimin decided to forget about the entire thing and approached her wardrobe, removing her gear and finally changing into something lighter, something clean. She had been smelling like blood and death for the past few days, so the only thing she wanted was to wash it all off before she retired for the day.

A bath would do wonders to her, she believed. She definitely needed it. So, she left her tent for a moment to go bathe in the lake. But the noises coming from the hall and from the tents around her made it difficult to even enjoy her time in the water.

Maybe she should have asked Yizhuo to prepare her a bath before she fled with Aeri. But it was already done, and Jimin could only suck it up and just do what she needed to do. She washed off all the blood stains from her body, making sure that she didn’t smell of it, and then washed whatever gunk and grime that stuck on her hair.

And when she was finally done, she wore a loose top, tied up her trousers and left the lake. She honestly couldn’t wait to lay her head on her pillows. But she had half the mind to go to the hall and check if any of the omegas were loose enough to accompany her in her bed and allow her to fuck them silly.

But her muscles were sore and quite frankly, she wasn’t feeling up for it. Getting her cock erect was starting to become a chore, even if sex was the one thing she loved to indulge in.

Jimin honestly thought there was something wrong with her.

It could be because of the hybrid. But that shouldn’t matter anymore because Minjeong had already fled. Jimin believed that she could get back to her normal self once she had a good amount of sleep. There was still so much to do.

As she pulled back the drapes of her tent, throwing away the cloth that she used in the bath, she was about to approach her bed, but she stopped. Not realizing there was an unfamiliar lump in the middle and it started to move.

She took the time to observe it. Yizhuo always made her bed. Why was it so messy? And was that lump?

Jimin took quiet steps towards it, she reached for the blanket and then she stopped again. Something shifted in her bed, but before Jimin could throw the blanket away, the scent of strawberries engulfed the room once more and Minjeong’s head suddenly came out from under the cover.

She wasn’t expecting this.

Jimin blinked, raising the blanket higher to look at the hybrid properly. “Minjeong?”

This was something new, if Jimin wanted to admit it. The way Minjeong shyly sat up from her spot, looking like she slept for a long time because of how she was rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Her face was covered in blush, pink hues kissing her soft cheeks and the tip of her white ears.

When Jimin finally pulled the blanket away, she noticed how Minjeong’s tail flicked for a moment, and then it started wagging slowly as they locked eyes.

That alone made Jimin blush as well.

Minjeong clenched the blanket in her hands, looking away from Jimin, probably out of embarrassment. It seemed like it.

“W-Where did you go?” she asked.

Jimin blinked again, at a sudden loss for words. Because the entire time she was away, she was fighting thoughts about wishing Minjeong would wait for her, then from accepting if she decided to leave for good.

Of course, she was elated to see Minjeong, but the fact that the hybrid was sleeping on her bed, nuzzling inside her blanket, and the face she was making was just… a bit too overwhelming for Jimin.

She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself. “Red Frost Mountain.” Then she raised a brow at the hybrid. “Did Yizhuo not inform you?”

Minjeong clenched the blanket harder, and then she shook her head. “No…”

That finally softened Jimin’s expression. Yizhuo probably had a reason why she didn’t tell the hybrid, and Jimin wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

But she didn’t want to dwell. She honestly was just glad that Minjeong was here after all and she wasn’t sure if she could contain it.

Jimin dropped the blanket and sat by the end of the bed. The sight of Minjeong looking at her all shy and embarrassed was making her knees a bit weak. Big blue, doe eyes, red and swollen.

Was she crying again?

“Why are you still here?” Jimin asked her gently. “I thought you wanted to leave?”

Minjeong’s eyes went wide, but then she looked away again. The redness of her ears were prominent again. “I—“ she shifted in the bed, legs moving underneath the blanket and her tail swaying.

Then Minjeong did something Jimin didn’t expect her to.

She looked up at Jimin, and then pouted. “I was waiting for you,” she said, plump lips teasing and glaring back at the alpha.

What a tease.

Jimin was going to say that Minjeong had no idea how deadly she was. So adorable, so fluffy, and Jimin wanted to hug and cuddle Minjeong until the hybrid’s scent was no longer incomprehensible. She would only smell like Jimin.

But it turns out that Jimin was the one who had no idea that she could be this affected with Minjeong and her entire existence.

Lust and possessiveness had morphed into something softer. Though it remained because Jimin could see the expanse of milky thighs and a small portion of Minjeong’s rump exposed by these incredibly short bottoms and she could feel the blood rush from her cheeks all the way down to her cock. She wanted to bite it.

Jimin chuckled, trying to wave off her perverted thoughts because she wanted to savor this moment she was having with Minjeong.

She tilted her head to the side. “You were?” she asked teasingly. When Minjeong didn’t respond, only blushed harder, Jimin extended her arms towards the hybrid. “Come here, Minjeong.”

Minjeong was taken aback by the request, snapping her head back up to look at Jimin with big eyes, pupils blown wide, and her tail was starting to wag a bit faster than earlier.

The sight made Jimin smile wider.

If Jimin had her own tail, it would have done the same and wagged intensely. Because Minjeong shifted from the bed, pushing the blanket away and crawled gingerly towards Jimin. The alpha pulled her in slowly as she approached and made Minjeong sit on her lap.

The hybrid’s legs wrapped around Jimin’s waist and tucked her face on the crook of the alpha’s neck. For some reason, this made Jimin relax. She started to release her pheromones to make Minjeong even more at ease and she believed it worked because the hybrid started to relax in her embrace.

“Did you miss me?” she asked again and Minjeong nodded, her tail was simply wagging, and it made her smile.

Jimin started rubbing Minjeong’s back gently with her palm, leaning in closer to steal a whiff of her hair.

She hummed, Minjeong smelled like fresh fruits. It made Jimin salivate even more. She wanted to kiss Minjeong, wondering if her lips tasted like them as well. But she had to resist. Jimin didn’t want to ruin this delicate moment.

When the silence was starting to get to her, she nuzzled Minjeong and smiled, deciding to tease the hybrid again. “Were you scared I left for good or something?” she asked, but Minjeong didn’t respond again but Jimin was fine with that, she knew the answer anyway. She chuckled. “I don’t think I could. This is my base; I can never leave it. And you’re here. I have to take care of you as well, Minjeong,” she said that last part gently.

If only she knew what Minjeong was thinking, or what her expression was. Jimin wanted to see her pout again or do another cute thing with her lips. But then again, maybe it was a good thing she didn’t because then she wouldn’t be able to control her urges.

Minjeong's arms around her neck suddenly became tighter and the hybrid started shaking. Jimin raised a brow in concern and held her closer. “Are—are you going to give me away after?” the hybrid asked, voice low and hoarse, as if she wanted to cry again.

Jimin could say something assuring, because she knew that was what Minjeong wanted to hear. But she was still in a playful mood, maybe the excessive want to make the hybrid flustered was seething through and she couldn’t help herself anymore.

“If you’re a good girl, then I won’t,” she said with a low voice, smiling widely when she saw a glimpse of a white fluffy tail wagging again. “If you want to stay, you can stay.”

Minjeong sighed, resting her head on Jimin’s broad shoulder and nodded. “O-Okay.”

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Minjeong hadn’t taken a bath like that in so, so many moons. The feeling of the cold water flowing through her hair and fur felt immaculate. She honestly wished she could stay in that tub for the rest of her life. 

She missed being cleaned. Being pampered and adorned with small trinkets and bows placed on the base of her folded ears. 

But all of that was gone. Nothing but a bittersweet memory. She wasn’t going to experience her scheduled scented baths nor enjoy her meals on a blue printed plate that had her name printed in gold.

She wouldn’t be able to sleep by the foot of her master’s elegant king-sized bed, on her own cottony soft pillows and the scent of lavender wafting through their chamber.

It was all… gone. The image of how she saw her two masters was so tainted that she couldn’t find it in her to miss memories without feeling so scared and betrayed. All that was clear in her mind were cold nights inside a dark cellar; nothing but the smell of rust and piss invading her senses as she tried her best to keep it together. 

Minjeong honestly wanted to try her best to stop all of these memories from flooding her senses. It was all too much, something that she wished that could be switched off so easily whenever she wanted to stop feeling at all. 

And now her life was filled with red. A color that seemed to have painted everything in this entire camp. Their banners, the buildings, splashes of the dark color on their tents, on what they were wearing, what was smeared on their faces. Sometimes Minjeong wasn’t sure if it was paint or blood. 

Their leader was bathed in both. Anger, through her words, her actions, the marks that were left on Minjeong’s skin whenever the alpha touched her. 

All red. 

She was the only one that was different. But even she couldn’t recognize her original color anymore. 

It was all gone anyway. It shouldn’t matter. 

Then again, things were a bit different these past few days. She wasn’t sure how to go about it, she wasn’t sure if it was even real. But it was. 

The scent of the bath was soothing, if she wanted to be honest for once. It was a mix of mint scented oils, something fruity, and something soothing. Minjeong hadn't had a bath like this for a long time. Though, she was starting to get used to it all over again when Yizhuo was the one giving her the bath. 

Tonight was different, she didn't know how it happened or what went into the alpha's mind when she insisted that she would be the one to bathe her. If only Minjeong had the guts to refuse. But boldness could easily be overpowered by fear; and fear was the only thing that was reminding her that she wanted to live.

Minjeong wanted to sink into the comfort of the bath if it weren't for her heart beating in erratic beats because of the human being that was sitting behind her. The walking contradiction of her life.

“Too hard?” Jimin asked, voice low and gentle. Something she was still getting used to. But the feeling of big hands and fingers slowly massaging her scalp was making her a bit more flustered than she expected. 

Her masters used to do this for her before, they did it all the time, but why was it different when Jimin was doing it?

She swallowed the non-existent lump in her throat, afraid to shake her head. “N-no,” she replied back, stuttering. 

Jimin hummed and Minjeong wasn’t sure if it was a positive one or not. “Does it smell good?” the alpha asked again.  

“Yes,” Minjeong answered. It really did smell good. 

She remembered that it was the same product Yizhuo used on her the first time the omega gave her a bath. It didn’t smell like home, but it was still comforting for her, so she got used to it. 

But she couldn’t understand why she was feeling a bit fidgety. To say she was surprised that Jimin offered to bathe her would be an understatement, but the fear that remained inside of her made her comply. 

A part of her wanted to see if Jimin really was telling the truth and if the alpha was going to stop being aggressive and pushy towards her. Giving her a bath should be a start and so far, it wasn’t so bad. 

Jimin offered, asking her politely if she wanted to, and she also allowed it after giving it much thought. Minjeong was trying her best to be fine with it, because she felt like had no other choice. 

Eighteen moons had passed since she got to this place. Her being sent away from her planet was much more than that. She lost count. But when she was trapped in this one, and with Jimin, her life was spared. So, it was evident that these barbaric humans wanted her alive. Especially their leader.

Which made no sense to her, and she wanted to know why. But she also should be thankful. 

“Do you like it better when Yizhuo bathes you?” Jimin suddenly asked her, taking her away from her thoughts. 

Jimin was full of questions tonight, and Minjeong had no energy to find a decent answer to make sure that she wouldn’t get hurt. Or killed. 

But if she wanted to tell the truth, she wasn’t sure how to handle the results of it. Because Jimin’s hands were surprisingly soft, the expanse of her palm on her head and the way her fingers threaded through Minjeong’s blonde hair felt… comforting. It was actually a nice experience. 

At the same time, she liked being bathed by Yizhuo because of her calming presence. And Yizhuo asked fewer questions. She talked a lot, but not enough for Minjeong to find it irritating. It was enough to allow Minjeong’s mind to wander off even for just a brief moment.

“I have no preference,” Minjeong replied. That was a safe answer, at least it would save her from the embarrassment and maybe a small punishment if she said something that Jimin wouldn’t be satisfied with. 

Luckily, all she received was the same low hum from the alpha. 

The feeling of Jimin's fingers were starting to make her close her eyes, even if she wanted to resist it. She didn't want to keep her guard down. Though, the circular motions, the way the pads of the alpha's fingers pressing gently on her scalp felt really, really good.

So, for a moment of vulnerability, Minjeong kept her eyes closed and allowed the alpha to continue what she was doing. 

Jimin suddenly caressed her sides and whispered. “Puppy, raise your arms please.”

Minjeong's eyes shot open when she heard that name. 

“Puppy, come here!” 

“Puppy, do you want to eat with us?” 

“Minjeongie, you’ll always be our puppy.” 

“Take her away! Put her in the cage—“

“Puppy!” 

“Puppy.” 

“Minjeong—“ 

“Minjeong, hey—“

Minjeong flinched hard when she felt hands on her shoulders and an awful whimper escaped her mouth. 

“What’s wrong?” Jimin suddenly asked her, hands gently holding her, deep brown eyes boring into her soul. “What did I do? Did I say something?” 

The way Jimin showed her concern made the feelings inside of her all the more conflicting. Minjeong expected this tyrant to kill her the moment she was discovered and when that didn't happen, it occurred to her that the alpha only wanted her for her body. 

But for some odd reason, something changed with the alpha and suddenly she was starting to show more care and concern, a habit that her previous masters exuded. But how long would this facade play out until Jimin did the same thing to her?

Minjeong had shown her vulnerability because she was only a weak being. However, she knew better, and she didn't need another human being to hurt her.

She tried to compose herself, head still hanging low, but she shook her head, clenching her fists under the bath water. “N-no,” she mumbled, trying to sound convincing. “It’s nothing.” 

Jimin's brows furrowed after she responded, the alpha’s fingers started to hold onto Minjeong's shoulders a little tighter. “It clearly isn’t nothing, just tell me—“ Jimin stopped talking when Minjeong flinched again. She loosened her grip and retracted her hands, leaving them by the edge of the tub. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want you to feel this way again.” Jimin looked at Minjeong, and she hated how she could sense the sincerity in those beautiful, brown ones staring at her.  “Can you tell me?” 

Minjeong, again, was taken aback by this. Why was this alpha so interested to find out? What if she laughed at the reason? What if she just wanted to ask because she wanted to get information out of her?

What if Jimin was going to trick her that she was safe and then in the end, the alpha was just going to take her away, fly her to another planet and leave her to fend for herself until her impending doom, all over again?

The scent of blackberries wafted in the chamber again. The mixture of oils, with blackberries and sandalwood, accompanied with the steamy atmosphere was making her dizzy. Minjeong felt her ears and cheeks burn, but she had no idea why. The effect of everything was making her feel things she had never felt before. 

Even if these were things that her master had done with her, emitting her pheromones to get her to calm down on a stormy night. 

But Minjeong felt something different when she could smell Jimin’s scent.

All she could see was red, but she wasn’t feeling anything horrible. It was just… red.

She clenched her fists even tighter and attempted to look at Jimin's eyes. 

And she did.

And she felt trapped. 

They were soft, a beautiful color of blackish brown, eyes that looked too feminine to be on a brute. She had the perfect nose, scarred in the middle of her nose bridge. Then her lips, bland, ruddy and yet it looked so full and supple. What made the sight so perfect were the beauty marks that were plotted on her face. One underneath her lip on the left side, the others scattered on her face. 

Both her masters had the same thing. Chi-Chi had the same mole at the same spot, under her lip. While Min-Min had moles on her face that looked like stars. 

She quickly turned away. Tears were back in her eyes, the pain of betrayal rising up, and choking her. The image of both of her masters smiling faces came back, and the horrible feeling was there as well, hurting her. 

Minjeong didn’t wish to speak, but she had been too quiet for too long. “I—”

She choked again, struggling to get the words out but her tears were making it even harder for her to speak and breathe. 

Jimin suddenly dipped her hands into the warm water of the bath to hold her hands, she twitched at the feeling of calloused palms on the back of her hand. She looked up and she was, again, met with the contradicting brown eyes of the alpha. 

“It's okay,” Jimin whispered. “I'll listen.”

She couldn't hold in her tears anymore, her fingers tried to grab onto Jimin because it was strangely giving her comfort. Her body started to shake, trying her best not to break down and be a fool once again. “P-Please don’t get mad at me.” 

Jimin made her unclench her hands and held them gently. She whispered again, “Minjeong, I won’t. I promise.” 

“Don’t call me puppy,” she quickly said, looking away again, more tears inevitably forming in her eyes. “They used to call me that.” 

There was a pause before Jimin answered. “Who? Your masters?”

Minjeong nodded.  

“Were they horrible people?”

She quickly looked up at Jimin and shook her head. “No, they were really kind people. They have raised me since I was a pup.” Memories of both her masters flashed in her head again. 

How Chi-Chi's laughter echoed in their chamber, how infectious it was because she also couldn't help but laugh along with her. Then there was Min-Min's calm demeanor and her lavender scented pillows that always helped Minjeong sleep. How both her masters showed love for each other, did everything for each other, protected each other. How they did the same for her. 

Everything. It was everything to Minjeong because she grew up with them, she grew into their little family. 

But Minjeong knew all of that was a lie, because why would family do that? Why would they do that to her?

“Did they throw you away?” Jimin suddenly asked and it brought Minjeong back to the present. She couldn't find any other words to defend them anymore. 

She looked away, hands rubbing both her arms. “In a cage,” she muttered. Memories of her being thrown in and locked were clear in her mind. And when she was crying and calling for her masters, he came in. Her hands started to shake. “Then… then the big yellow man, he—he took my cage and into his ship.” She couldn’t stop shaking, lips quivering as she tried to say more. “T-then… it crashed and—and—“ 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m here.” Jimin quickly stopped her from speaking. Minjeong almost yelped when she was carried out of the bath and was standing in front of Jimin, a large cloth being wrapped around her frame. Jimin caressed her shoulders. “You don’t have to keep talking, okay?” 

Minjeong looked down, a part of her didn’t want to let Jimin believe that her masters were bad. With the quivering lips, she tried to speak again. “T-The yellow man said that Chi-Chi and Min-Min were bad people. That’s why I was given away—” she felt her throat go dry but kept going. “B-But they were so kind… they said they loved me.” 

Then the pain came back to her, and she cried even more. Her body was trying its best not to shake. 

What she was feeling was irreversible, something that felt like it wouldn’t be healed for a long time. 

Jimin took a breath. “You don’t have to worry about that now, alright?” she said, trying to sound comforting. And Minjeong was trying to feel it. “You’re safe here. With the pack. With… with me.”

Minjeong wasn’t sure how to take those words. They were lovely, out of character and strange. And Minjeong should have been thankful for the kindness that was offered to her. 

But… it didn’t feel right. 

Jimin was offering something that she should take. Something that could bring her back to the same safety and security as before. 

But it wasn’t the same.  

Jimin reached up towards her face but there were flashes of the horrible things that man did to her that made Minjeong flinch away. 

Her eyes went wide, clutching the fabric around her body and she started shaking. Tears were already flowing from her eyes, and she looked away from Jimin in fear.

“I-I’m sorry,” she managed to utter, expecting to be punished by Jimin. But as she waited for the impact, nothing happened. She didn’t move a muscle, but she snapped her head up when Jimin simply placed her hand over her head. 

Jimin was petting her.  

The alpha smiled, though it felt like it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s okay. Take your time.” She then pulled away and walked towards the exit of the bath, pulling the drapes away. Before she left, she turned to look at Minjeong and smiled again. “I’ll be waiting outside when you're ready.” 

Minjeong had absolutely no idea how to register everything that just happened. There were too many emotions surging through her chest all at one go. Because she felt like she was going to break and crumble at the horrible memories of her past. Then she was on her toes, worried that Jimin was going to lash out her anger again because Minjeong inevitably did something that would make her angry. 

But then there was that smile, the gentleness of the alpha's movements and touches on her body. Jimin was gentle with her again. Which she couldn't seem to understand, because what changed between them? What changed with Jimin? Why was she acting like this?

Minjeong had an idea that it was from that day when Jimin found her tangled under the warm sheets. Minjeong thought she could simply ignore the alpha because she didn’t want to be captured nor be her pet. She wanted to be angry at the alpha because she had touched her inappropriately. 

And maybe a part of her guiltily wanted to make the alpha feel bad, as risky as it sounded and as impossible as it sounded. Maybe she did it with guts because she knew that any form of defiance was going to lead her to punishment or death. The alpha had threatened her once, she knew it was going to happen again. 

However, Minjeong was surprised to receive a sullen and pathetic reaction from the alpha. And the next thing she knew, Jimin was gone. Not just for one night, not for two, nor three. Minjeong, for some reason, felt like history repeated itself and that Jimin had gone and left her. 

By the fourth night, Minjeong started crying. Because all she wanted was to feel wanted again. And maybe she was more frustrated at herself for even thinking that Jimin felt that way. Or for Jimin to act all ignorant towards her before the alpha left. 

By the fifth night, Yizhuo offered to send her back. The omega told her she found a way to do so, and all Minjeong had to do was say yes. But for some reason she didn’t agree. She wasn’t sure why. It could be because she knew she had nowhere to go if she did. Even if the omega had offered her something she would have said yes to immediately, she couldn’t. Minjeong was afraid that when she did go home, Min-Min and Chi-Chi would send her away again. She didn’t want to go through another form of turmoil. 

Another reason why was because she wanted to wait for Jimin. The alpha told her something that a part of her wanted to hold onto. 

That she was free to stay. 

So, when the alpha found her underneath her sheets, Minjeong had no idea where her unashamed actions came from. Because she felt like she submitted herself completely to Jimin. And a part of her actually liked the feeling, but she knew it could just be an empty promise and Minjeong had to keep her guard up as much as possible. Her heart and her tail betrayed her so easily that night.

But Jimin said it again that evening. That she was safe, and she could be a part of their pack. 

So Minjeong honestly wasn’t sure what to do. Because she wanted to take it, she wanted to learn how to be at home in Jimin’s arms and feel safe with her scent. 

It was just her who was resisting it. Because she was still unsure if Jimin was going to change her mind in the long run and if she was given another empty promise. 

Minjeong didn’t want to risk it. At least she had the freedom to defend herself. 

Minjeong would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious. Because she was. And there were several reasons as to why she was. 

Because this red alpha that forced her to stay was starting to make her absolutely confused. But maybe she was a bit too interested. Minjeong honestly had no idea how to deal with it. 

She had only ever stayed with her masters. She had never left their estate either. Minjeong was always protected behind their massive walls, kept safe within their keep. They had servants who were kind, royal guards to protect them, and friends that came to visit every so often. Minjeong enjoyed having them around because they always gave her gentle pets with a treat or two. 

However, despite the unfortunate and traumatic experience of being sent away with no questions answered, she found herself afraid and painfully curious about the person who wished to be her new master. 

From where Minjeong was sitting, watching from inside, Jimin was at a far distance from the tent. The alpha was by the quarters of her followers, shouting and throwing things. Pointing at them accusingly, accompanied by slurs and painful words. 

Minjeong wondered what the reason for her anger was this time. Because every day it seemed that the alpha had a different reason to be angry. 

Either someone messed up a mission, or one of their oil tanks exploded, or they were running out of food, drink and liquor. 

The hybrid took note of how important the liquor was to—not only Jimin—but to everyone else. 

It was strange, Minjeong thought to herself. Sure, her Chi-Chi had always told her stories about barbaric creatures that lived in their universe, scattered across the planets. The inhabitants that had always been deemed untrustworthy or dangerous. That they would stop at nothing to get what they want. 

She knew that the Salted Moon, her home planet, was the richest amongst the others in the Exorlian Galaxy. Which was why security was high, everyone who owned property was required to have guards and soldiers. It was a reason why Minjeong was never allowed outside of her home. 

And she honestly expected that would be the case when she was suddenly trapped on this planet. She had no idea where she was, but she knew the moment she encountered the inhabitants, the wild animals and creatures—the moment she met Jimin—she knew she was in the exact same place both her masters had warned her about.

Minjeong was filled with the feeling of fear and betrayal the moment Chi-Chi tricked her into going into that cage. When she woke up alone in that dark room, inside that rusted trap, crying until she couldn't find her voice anymore. Then she accepted death so easily when the yellow man appeared and took her away, throwing her into his ship and then she was suddenly on a completely different planet, with no food, drink or even an ounce of knowledge on how to protect herself.

The sound of a loud crash made Minjeong shake out of her memories. It was coming from Jimin, Aeri and the other alpha with them. 

“Chief, it’s not going to work—“ the blonde alpha tried to speak to Jimin, holding her hands up. 

But Jimin, with an explosive look on her face, swatted the alpha’s hands away and pointed at her aggressively. 

“I don’t give a shit! Make it work!” Jimin shouted. 

Aeri then rolled her eyes and glared at the leader. “Heejin just told you that it doesn’t fucking work that way!”

In an instant, Jimin turned to grab Aeri by the collar and pointed a knife underneath her chin. Minjeong flinched as she watched. “If you talk to me like that one more time, I will kill you.”

“You keep threatening me with that, but it never pulls through!” Aeri spat back. “Maybe you’re in love with me or something—“

Minjeong flinched again as Jimin threw a hard blow on Aeri’s face, while still holding the knife. And to no surprise, the two alphas started fighting, punching and pushing each other. Then they were on the ground, rolling around with Jimin throwing continuous punches on Aeri and the other alpha was fighting back. 

Poor Aeri.

If Minjeong wanted to be honest, she assumed that Jimin became slightly unintelligent when she succumbed to her angry emotions. Maybe because she could have easily stabbed Aeri with the knife that was in her hands instead, but she threw it to the ground right after punching Aeri on the face. 

That didn’t make sense. Human beings were weird. 

But then again, Minjeong didn't want Aeri to get hurt. The alpha had been nice to her since she started living with them. Minjeong could sense the hesitation from Aeri and Yizhuo, and quite frankly, she had hers as well. But Yizhuo seemed to have eased up the situation between them and she could confidently say that Aeri wasn't going to hurt her. 

If only she felt that way towards Jimin. Aeri may show her aggressiveness towards Jimin, but through Minjeong’s observations, majority of the time Aeri was provoked by Jimin. Or it could be an alpha trait. 

Minjeong could always smell the frustration coming off of Yizhuo whenever the two argued. 

The drapes of the tent suddenly were pushed away and that startled Minjeong. She didn't expect Jimin to make her way here so quickly. She felt her entire body freeze as the alpha stomped her way inside. Jimin was sighing loudly, pacing around and running her hand through her long, black hair. 

Minjeong was about to leave the window seat and go to her bed on the floor, but she stopped when she felt Jimin staring at her. 

“Minjeong,” the alpha suddenly called to her, low and cold. The same way she did before. Minjeong froze, the hair behind her neck and back stood up at the sound of the alpha’s voice. If the fear inside of her would dispel, then her body would have reacted differently. 

She couldn’t be thinking that at the moment, could she? Not when she felt like this was the last day of her life. 

With a tiny breath, she got off from her spot and turned around. But when she met eyes with the alpha, expecting the same angry expression Minjeong saw earlier, probably ready to flinch if Jimin was feeling violent. 

But instead, Jimin stood there, hands folded in front of her, shoulders slumped, and her pupils blown up, almost… teary? 

Minjeong blinked. Unsure how to take the sight in. If Jimin had a tail, it would have been kept in between her legs with how… oddly defeated she looked—what was going on?

“Can…” Jimin spoke up before Minjeong could. She then cleared her throat, round ears suddenly turning red. Jimin rubbed the back of her neck as she glanced at Minjeong. “Can I hug you?”

She blinked again. 

That alone gave her whiplash. She swore just minutes ago, Jimin looked like this unforgiving tyrant, shouting, cursing and hurting her people because of some specific reason. She was naturally violent, as what Minjeong had discovered from the start. 

But why was she suddenly like this? 

Minjeong gulped. “Is… Is everything okay?” she asked carefully. 

Jimin shrugged. “Somewhat.” Then she placed her hands out, reaching for Minjeong, hands opening and closing. “I just want to hug you.”

“O-oh—” The words were caught in her throat, not entirely sure how to take all of what was happening. Then she stood up properly and nodded. “Alright then,” she said shyly. 

Then there it was again; the big bright smile that Jimin had. Something that was so completely different from the Jimin that she saw moments ago with her companions. Very angry, easily irritated, scary. 

But at the moment, as Minjeong walked closer to her, Jimin was just a silly alpha that had an unknown softness and wasn't afraid to show Minjeong that she did. If Jimin had ears like hers, they would be folded back and Minjeong couldn’t help but find the thought… adorable. 

The moment that they were at arm’s reach of each other, Jimin had her hands on Minjeong's waist, making the hybrid blush instantly and then they embraced each other. 

Minjeong wasn't sure what was going on, or why Jimin's scent became more pungent and why it was making her flustered. But there was something about being surrounded by the alpha's arms that felt… Good. She wasn't sure, but she was damn sure she didn't want to let go of her yet. 

The alpha shifted, and her head was pried away from Minjeong. She reached down and had her hands on Minjeong's legs. In seconds, Minjeong was being carried by the alpha and they made their way to Jimin's bed. The alpha sat down and Minjeong was placed gently on her lap.

There was something about this position that would always make Minjeong flustered, and restless. But she wasn't sure as to why she did. It could be because of the time Jimin touched her unwantedly.

Her hands found their way to the alpha's broad shoulders, trying her best to control herself from clenching Jimin's shirt. 

She found herself fighting the feeling even more when Jimin suddenly crept closer, the alpha's warm breath caressing her neck.

“May I?” she asked.

Minjeong knew she was blushing, because Jimin, for the first time, was asking permission to scent her and she was absolutely fine with it. She nodded.

Without hesitation, Jimin lunged forward, holding Minjeong firmly by her waist and pressing her nose onto her scent glands. She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly right after. 

“Have I told you that you smell nice?” Jimin suddenly asked, nose still pressed against her neck, inhaling deeply and then spoke again. “You smell really good.”

Minjeong blushed harder, hands already clenching her shirt. “T-Thank you,” she said, looking away. “Yizhuo has fragrant oils.”

Jimin chuckled, like the sound of a low purr from a cat and it made Minjeong flustered again. She honestly liked the sound of it. “It's perfect on you,” Jimin said, sniffing her again. 

The entire situation was threatening Minjeong to burn up in flames. The feeling of Jimin’s hands, the way her nose was grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, the sounds of her breathing and small grunts. 

There were so many sensations rushing to her all at once. Sure, it had happened before, but this time felt different. Maybe because Jimin had her consent, Minjeong had the amount of time to prepare herself for it. But for some reason the feelings she had were multiplied greatly. 

Minjeong was sure that if she told Jimin to stop, the alpha might. Might. She wanted to believe that Jimin could change. But with the way she was being pulled closer, how her face grew warmer, or that her tail was suddenly twitching, Minjeong knew that this was something else. 

She didn’t know what it was exactly. But she was aware that it wasn’t bad. Because she didn’t feel like crying out of fear or sorrow. It made her flustered, shy, and maybe completely ashamed of herself. 

It could be the unfamiliar feeling swimming through her lower stomach or how her legs keep rubbing onto each other. She wasn’t sure. 

The biggest problem she had really was trying to figure out if she liked it or not, or if she should ask Jimin to stop. Or finding out the definition of whatever it was she was feeling. 

Jimin finally stopped her assault on Minjeong’s neck. The alpha raised her nose, caressed it gently on her cheek, then it trailed further upwards, threateningly close to the tip of Minjeong’s folded ear. 

“Mmmm… This is going to be a problem,” Jimin suddenly mumbled through her hair. 

She furrowed her brows, worry starting to fill her chest. Minjeong pushed herself away from Jimin but the alpha resisted. “Why? Is something wrong?” she asked back. 

Jimin nuzzled closer, wrapping her arms tightly around Minjeong’s waist, their bodies finally pressed onto each other. “I'm going to get used to this and I don't think I'll be able to let you go.”

Minjeong’s eyes went wide. “What—” the words got caught for a moment when she felt soft lips on her neck. She cleared her throat and tried again. “What do you mean?”

The alpha didn’t respond for a brief moment, as if she was taking the time to reflect on the question and choose her answer wisely. 

But eventually, Jimin pulled away, her brown eyes staring at Minjeong. She smiled, tentative but it looked sure. “I don't want you to leave me, Minjeong,” she whispered gently, and it made Minjeong’s heart skip so many beats. “I like it when you're here. I want you to stay.”

Stay. 

Jimin wanted her to stay. But did Minjeong want to stay? 

Was this going to be another promise that was destined to break? Was Jimin lying to her, and she was going to regret it in the end? 

All the questions were messing with her brain, because she didn’t want to get hurt. But a part of her felt so foolish and actually wanted to believe in everything that Jimin had been telling her. 

It could be the way that Jimin looked at her, or how her words had been gentler, or that her touches were starting to mean something. It could be a lot of things. 

Minjeong was conflicted. 

But her body spoke in honesty, because she found herself circling her arms around the alpha’s neck, holding her tightly in a hug and breathing in the scent of berries and wood that was starting to become familiar to her. 

Minjeong was conflicted. 

But maybe she also wanted to stay.

Big yellow arms came to grab her from her bed. 

She scurried away, back hitting big metal bars, cold as ice, the smell of rust and blood circled through the air. But the arms and hands kept creeping towards her. A slow and horrendous pace. 

It was as if she was face to face with death and it was only a matter of seconds before she would get caught and be sucked into the dark abyss forever. 

Tears were continuously flowing from her eyes, moans and whimpers escaping her mouth. But all of that would be for naught because she had no idea who she was going to cry to.

Who was going to help her? 

Where was Chi-Chi? Where was Min-Min? Why were they gone? Why did they leave her? Why did they abandon her to this cruel fate? 

The hands crept faster towards her. She started baring her teeth in fear. Ears folded back, tail tucked between her legs, shoulders pushing upwards. She barked at the hands, they kept coming closer, they were trying to grab onto her and all she could do was bark, whimper and cry. 

If only she could ask for this person in yellow to just stop—

A hand grabbed her, and she screamed. 

“Minjeong!” a gruesome voice came from behind her. 

She threw her hands up in defense and shouted back. 

“N-no! S-stop—!”

“Minjeong,” the voice called to her, but it wasn’t loud. “Hey, hey. It's just me, it's okay.”

Minjeong’s eyes shot open when she heard Jimin’s soft calls. She didn’t realize she actually was crying, hands clutching her garments, right where her heart was. Minjeong realized what happened wasn't real. 

“J-Jimin?” she called out with a hoarse voice. She was breathing deeply, too fast, unable to calm down. 

Jimin let out a breath, crouching down on the floor, and caressed her head gently with a hand. “Did you have a bad dream?” she cooed. 

“I think…” Minjeong mumbled, turning away and wondering why her heart was still beating fast. She didn't understand why she was feeling this way. “I think it was.”

She was hoping that Jimin wouldn't say anything, or that she would just let out another huff of annoyance and then go back to her bed and sleep. Jimin had been doing that during the first few nights that Minjeong had stayed with her. 

Nights when Minjeong couldn't do anything but cry herself to sleep. Jimin would demand her to keep quiet or the alpha stomped her way towards Minjeong's bed to try and physically stop her from crying. None had resulted in violence, to Minjeong's fortunate misfortune. However, the sight of an angry alpha still terrified her. 

The sight became scarce, however. Minjeong wasn't sure how to deal with it. 

Again, this entirely new Jimin confused her to no end. Because there was a part of her that really wanted to believe in everything that Jimin was doing to and for her. The comfort was everything that she had been desiring ever since she was taken away. But at the same time, Minjeong still wasn't sure if she could trust the alpha. 

That the rose-tinted glass was going to shatter quicker than she expected. That maybe everything that Jimin was doing to her was going to fade away once the alpha had a taste of her body. It could be the only reason why Jimin was being so nice to her. 

If her masters were capable of giving her up so easily, how much more with Jimin? It seemed that she had more reasons to throw her away quickly. 

Her eyes went wide when she felt a hand on her cheek and a thumb was grazing it gently. “Minjeong,” Jimin called to her, softly, enough to make Minjeong's feelings start a blizzard inside her chest. “Do you want to tell me about it?” the alpha then asked, waiting for her response. 

It seemed that the sound of Jimin's voice  and the way she was holding her made Minjeong’s heart beat erratically and the first thing she did was let go of her control. She reached up, grabbed Jimin by the neck and hugged her tight. 

Jimin made a sound, obviously not expecting the sudden bone crushing embrace. Then the alpha let out a small chuckle, like a rumble in her chest, then hugged Minjeong by the waist. “Okay, that's fine. You don't have to if you're not ready.”

The alpha then picked her up with her strong arms and hands traveled to her thighs, making them hug Jimin by the waist. Minjeong clung onto her like her life depended on it. 

Minjeong wanted to stop shaking, she wanted to accept the comfort that the alpha was giving. Maybe this was her body telling her heart and mind that it wanted to trust Jimin already. That all signs were pointing that Jimin wasn't going to betray her and that she was finally safe.

Then again, that would be too good to be true.

There were still too many questions inside of her head and she honestly wanted to know the truth. But she was so shaken up, her body was still trying to calm down from the tremors of her nightmare. 

It was as if her mind decided to make things even difficult by giving Minjeong two battles to fight at the same time. The horrors of reality and her past, and the enigma that was Jimin. 

Minjeong twitched suddenly when Jimin patted her back. “I think you'd feel better if you're here on my bed.” The alpha didn't wait for a response, she grabbed a hold of Minjeong firmly with her hands and carried her. Minjeong held on tightly, as always and Jimin walked over to her bed. 

The alpha crawled in, leaning her back against the hardwood of her headboard, tucking Minjeong on her lap and then grabbing her blanket and draping it on Minjeong's back. Jimin then glanced at her. “Does this feel better?”

Minjeong couldn't help but nuzzle in, tilting her head to the side so she could easily lean onto the alpha's collarbone. She hummed. “Yes,” she breathed out and Jimin hummed as well. Then that was when Minjeong realized she hadn't said something. Something that she should have said sincerely since the start of Jimin's odd behavior. She clenched her hand on Jimin's garment before uttering. “Thank you, Jimin.”

Jimin let out a low chuckle, Minjeong heard it perfectly and it made her flustered again. The scent of blackberries wafted through the air again. Maybe Jimin liked what she said. 

Minjeong took note of it. 

However, all of that didn't make sense to her. And maybe the reason why she felt like it didn't was because of the unanswered questions that had been swimming in her head for too long. 

She should probably ask. 

Jimin didn't seem like she was in a bad mood—if anything, the alpha's scent didn't smell as bad as it used to when she was angry. The blackberries smelled sweeter, the woodsy scent was calming, and Minjeong felt like she was melting. 

But she subtly shook her head. She needed to get it off her chest. She needed to get answers. If only she wasn't so scared. Or worried about the results. Minjeong realized that she was more scared of the answer than actually asking the question. 

What was Jimin going to say? What was she going to tell her?

If Jimin said something that Minjeong wasn't hoping for, then that probably might end her. And what if Minjeong caught her lying? What if Jimin betrayed her too? 

Minjeong went rigid when she felt Jimin's hands on her waist again. They lingered, like they were meant to be there. The feeling was another thing that made her mind go haywire. Because she had no idea what was brewing inside of her chest and stomach whenever Jimin held her like this. 

Then again, at least it got Minjeong to keep her mind on track. 

She closed her eyes for a moment, rehearsing the question in her mind, over and over and over and over… Until she finally had the courage to ask the question. “Why are you being nice to me?”

Minjeong was waiting for a harsh retort or an offended comment from Jimin. But instead, the alpha chuckled, a hand caressing her back. “Can’t I be?” Jimin asked back.

Minjeong squirmed for a moment, biting her lip as the nervousness started to claw back up. “You were very mean when we first met.” 

The alpha's body went rigid, her hand halting its movement and Minjeong missed the feeling so suddenly. “I—“ Jimin paused to clear her throat, but then she sighed, her shoulders lowered. “I know. And I’m trying to change,” she said softly, as if her voice was laced with remorse. 

That alone should have been satisfactory for Minjeong. Especially with the way that Jimin said it. It sounded honest enough. But Minjeong realized that she wasn't concerned about the way Jimin said her words, it was the intention of it. Why did Jimin want to change? Why did she change for her? 

“Why?” Minjeong realized she blurted out her thoughts, but it was too late to retract it. If Jimin said she wanted to change, then the alpha should prove it to her. Minjeong deserved that. 

“Why?” the alpha repeated, raising a brow. “What do you mean?” 

Minjeong thought for a moment, thinking of how to ask the questions. She wiggled a bit in Jimin's grip, and when the alpha gave her room to move, she pulled away for a moment, her hands resting on Jimin's forearm. “Why do you want me to like you?” she finally voiced out. “Why do you want me to stay?” she asked again, then she realized that everything didn't make sense, and she wanted Jimin to make it make sense. She shook her head before looking back up at the alpha. “I don’t really serve much of a purpose here in your camp nor to your pack. Why are you trying so much for me?” 

The consistent line of questioning probably took Jimin by surprise. Or maybe because Minjeong hadn't spoken this much ever since she was captured by the alpha. And she was honestly expecting Jimin to scrunch her brows together, stutter and try and come up with an answer to all her questions. 

But Jimin seemed to be an expert at doing unexpected things. Because everything that Minjeong imagined her doing didn't happen. The alpha simply softened her expression, it honestly was turning into a sad one and then she sighed. “Do you want to leave, Minjeong?” 

Her eyes went wide with the question. She quickly shook her head. “No—“ She cleared her throat when she realized she almost raised her voice. “I mean—“ She tried to find her words, but her thoughts were suddenly all jumbled up and she needed to take a moment to breathe, hands clutching onto Jimin's arms to grab her full attention. “I want to know why. Why do you want me to like you so much?” 

Jimin opened her mouth, trying to find the words to say but for some reason, she couldn't say anything. Just a bunch of mumbled words. Which was new for Minjeong. 

Clearly unexpected. But that made her question even more. Why was Jimin acting that way? Was her question that difficult to answer?

With Jimin's lack of response, it made Minjeong a bit impatient. And it could be the brat in her that wanted to get what she wanted immediately. Jimin wasn't showing any resistance, but the way she wasn't answering her question was making her restless. 

Minjeong quickly changed her position, her leg swung over to Jimin's other side, and she sat firmly on Jimin's lap. Minjeong wanted to be flustered by her bold actions and with the way Jimin's crotch was hardening under her heat. But there was a question that she wanted answered and she wanted it answered immediately. 

She pushed Jimin to lean further onto the headboard, then she placed her own hands over her chest. “Is it because you want my body?” 

The tip of Jimin's ears started to turn red, and Minjeong could see how shy Jimin suddenly got. Minjeong had to lift her rump and sit on her tail or else it would give her mood away. 

Jimin looked at the side, cheeks already kissed with blush. “Yes. At first.” Minjeong felt a bit of pain throb on her chest when she heard it come from Jimin. But then hands found their way to her waist, and she looked up at Jimin, who was staring right back at her. “But I realized I want you more than just that, Minjeong.”

Her ears twitched. Jimin wanted her? In what way? More than just… What? More than what? The thoughts were flooding in her head, and she honestly felt a bit dizzy from the thought of it. 

Jimin tilted her head, smiling. “Do you remember that night…? Where I could have taken advantage of you but cried so much that I allowed you to sleep?” Minjeong took a moment to remember and when she did, she nodded slowly. Jimin's smile was smaller, and she sighed. Her thumbs were caressing Minjeong's sides. “Do you think if I just let that slide, I would still have the same motives until now?” 

Of course, Minjeong had wondered the same thing. It was basically the reason why she was as curious as a cat. 

Her brows knitted together, she wanted to look up at Jimin, but the intensity of her black eyes were too much for Minjeong to handle. So, she glanced quickly but looked away right after. “Then… then why?” she attempted to ask again.  

Again, Jimin took a moment to respond to her. Her brown eyes were a mix of many emotions. Eventually, she took a breath and sighed. 

“Maybe because I simply am enamored by you, Minjeong,” Jimin confessed with a small smile, her large hands planted on her waist, holding her in place gently. “You’re a beautiful hybrid. And I don’t mean it in a way where I want to put a collar around your neck. But in the same way I could say to any other woman I’d want to swoon.” 

That made Minjeong's brows furrow deeper. It seemed that she had no idea what Jimin was trying to say. Both her masters had called her beautiful before, especially around the time Minjeong was at her presenting age, but for some reason, the way Jimin called her that felt and sounded different. 

Not put a collar around her neck? Wasn't that what human beings do to hybrids? Minjeong had met another hybrid when a friend of her masters visited their estate. The cat hybrid, if she could recall. All conniving and pretentious, but even the cat said that hybrids were nothing to humans but pets and symbols of status. Minjeong didn't believe in her because of the love she received. 

But Jimin was nothing of the sort, she didn't have to prove herself to anyone since she was the leader of her own pack. And that was achieved with or without a hybrid. 

What did Jimin want from her? What was she saying then?

Minjeong shook her head, unable to comprehend anything. “I don’t understand.” 

“Me neither,” she said after a chuckle. But Jimin’s fingers suddenly caressed her cheek, ever so softly. Minjeong couldn't help but blush harder. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that—” she paused, then took a breath. “I have a heart that beats, and you are another reason why it does.”

Jimin didn't give her a chance to react or respond, she felt herself be secured in big hands again, the alpha shifting their position so she could sit up properly, neck bending slightly downward to meet with Minjeong's eyes. 

The hybrid couldn't help but stare back at her. Big, brown eyes, with pupils blown wide and yet it was soft and inviting. The small curve of her lips, the way her mole danced whenever she opened her mouth to quickly graze her tongue over the bottom lip. 

Her attention was taken away again when Jimin held her firmly and then she let out a breath. Minjeong couldn't help but stare at her lips, wanting to read the words her mouth was going to say. But her eyes went wide when Jimin's face was slowly creeping closer. “Like I said, I am… completely enamored by you. I had never really felt this way about anyone, but I do with you,” she said in a whisper, the alpha's hot breath was on her own lips. 

Minjeong had no idea where to look or what to do. She simply watched Jimin carefully, feeling her heart beating through her ears as she anticipated the next move. There was an unfamiliar feeling blooming through her chest, something that didn't threaten her into retreat or something that felt like it was going to consume her and leave her for dead. 

For some reason, there was something about it that felt like it was a new form of warmth, something she was aware that her masters could never give her. Jimin was giving her so many reasons to give up the resistance and allow herself to fall into this unknown abyss. 

Jimin leaned in closer, lips caressing her skin, Minjeong's hands crumpled the garment on the alpha as she felt her breath slowly escape her body. She felt Jimin's soft fingers tracing along her skin. “You have these eyes, brown and beautiful. Marks that kiss your face,” she said the words so softly as her finger traced along under her eye, to her nose and then it slowly came close to her lips. “Lips that make me wish and want to no end.” 

She retracted for a moment, replacing her index with her thumb and the pad of it grazed onto Minjeong's lower lip, making her open her mouth, hanging it open as if she was waiting for something. But Minjeong couldn't find her will to breathe again when Jimin moved dangerously closer to her, reddish lips hovering over hers. Just a few more inches, then Minjeong would be able to kiss them. 

And before she could even register anything in her head, Minjeong's eyes went wide when Jimin closed the gap and kissed her. 

Soft.

Jimin's lips were so soft on hers. They tasted sweet, a flavor that was so new and foreign that all she wanted to do was to devour more of it. 

Her eyes wandered, looking at an obscure view of Jimin, but then she noticed that the alpha's ears were red. Covered in blush. 

Red. 

Minjeong closed her eyes as she melted into the feeling. She felt like her entire chest was a garden of flowers blooming all at once. Flowers of red, pink, carnation, orange hues. It was the garden that Jimin had tended to, and this was the fruit of her labor. 

Jimin used her hands to cradle Minjeong's face gently, head tilting slowly to the side, lips moving onto hers and Minjeong followed along. 

She had never danced before, but she wanted to know what it was like. If it was the same as kissing. Because she was so clueless, unsure of what to do, or if she was doing the right thing. But Jimin seemed to have melted her brain into nothingness, all she could do was follow along with the alpha's movements, hold onto her like her life depended on it. Her hands gripped onto her, then it grabbed Jimin's neck, pulling her closer because Minjeong needed to feel anchored or else the feeling inside of her was going to make her float in the air. 

Minjeong's questions suddenly disappeared. As if they had finally been answered satisfactorily and had decided to take its leave and Minjeong was fine with the results.

Although she still had no full understanding as to what Jimin was saying, Minjeong had found clarity from the feeling of Jimin's soft, red lips. 

She felt Jimin's palm cup her face again, and Minjeong brought hers up to hold it. 

Calloused. 

Jimin's rough palm grazed her soft skin. 

But Minjeong didn't mind. A contrast on this human being. Such rough and rugged features, but at the same time they were soft and gentle and Minjeong finally admitted to herself that she fell for it. 

She had fallen into this trap, and she wished to stay in there for as long as Jimin would want to have her. 

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Jimin knew she had feelings for Minjeong way before the confession the other night. 

And Jimin knew it was when she found out that Minjeong was wrapped in her beddings waiting for her. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Her feelings—they just took control over her, and she couldn’t keep them in any longer. It was exactly what Aeri said. That there was still a soft spot somewhere inside her fucked up heart. 

And maybe she knew it wasn’t supposed to happen because hybrids were usually kept as pets and not lovers. Objects for sex, yes, definitely. But not one to claim as a partner. 

Has anyone ever been infatuated with a hybrid before? Maybe. She wasn’t sure. That shit never happened on her planet. Most of the hybrids were raped or killed and nothing in between. 

Then again, this was Minjeong. Anyone with eyes could tell that Minjeong was beautiful in so many ways. Jimin felt like she hadn’t expressed herself enough regarding that. Despite her small frame, her skinny limbs and the paleness of her face. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

Maybe no one could ever look at Minjeong the way Jimin did. 

Jimin wouldn’t allow others to see her that way. It was laughable. But Jimin wasn’t joking around with how she felt towards the hybrid. 

It could be wrong in many ways; Salted Moon could have their own barbaric form of ownership towards hybrids. Jimin realized only then that she could have Minjeong differently. Something that she deemed more worthy for the hybrid. 

Minjeong had been through so much, it was evident with the scars on her body, the way she flinched and cried. Even with the small stories that she had been gradually telling Jimin. It was enough to know that Minjeong didn’t belong anywhere else but in The Barrens, and in her pack. 

Jimin believed that Minjeong was meant to be with her. 

If only she knew how Minjeong felt about her as well. 

Her kisses were enough—more than enough, really—but what did the hybrid know about the kind of love that wasn’t between a pet and its owner. Did she understand that Jimin felt something much, much more than that? 

The drapes from the entrance were pulled away and the omega walked inside freely like a habit. Jimin could smell Yizhuo's usual scent, but she still kept her eyes on her desk. 

That was one way to interrupt her worries. 

Maybe it was a good thing. 

“Chief—“ 

A sudden pause, and there was no follow through. Yizhuo just interrupted herself. 

Jimin looked up at her adviser, raising a brow. Wondering why she suddenly did that, and why was she looking at her like that. “Yes?”

The omega’s eyes were wide, brows shot up and her jaw was slightly slacked open. Jimin suddenly remembered why she was reacting that way, but she wasn’t in the mood to explain. 

“I—I was—“ her adviser then cleared her throat and pointed to the exit. “Should I leave? Am I disturbing you two?” 

The comment made Jimin smirk. She glanced down at Minjeong, who was still clinging onto her torso as she was working on her desk. 

Jimin honestly couldn’t remember how this all started. Because she remembered being in bed with Minjeong, the two cuddled, then she bathed and once she came back to her tent, the hybrid already found her way to Jimin’s torso and clung to her like it was a lifeline. 

And the thing that made all of this amusing was how Minjeong didn’t bother to budge when Jimin had to do something. So as Jimin was walking around her tent, from the bed to the desk, to her wardrobe; Minjeong made no attempt to release her or use her legs to walk. 

She honestly shouldn't be complaining about this. Minjeong had stolen her heart for quite some time and her feelings had bloomed into something more that Jimin wouldn't want her any other way. 

The kiss may have sealed the deal for her. 

At least Minjeong had consented to it and that she may have felt the same. The hybrid returned her kiss, and she held onto her in a way Jimin knew it meant reciprocation. So, she was pretty sure of herself that Minjeong liked her as well. 

Plus, with the way that Minjeong was hugging her at that moment, leaving small kisses on her collarbone and shoulder, should be the answer she needed. 

“No, you’re not,” Jimin said simply, hand reaching up to caress Minjeong’s back like a habit. “Just don’t tell her to get off. I’ve been trying since earlier.” 

Minjeong suddenly whined, ears folded back and nuzzled herself closer to Jimin, the legs hugging her waist tightened and the alpha couldn’t help but smile at this. 

“I know, I know,” Jimin cooed at her. 

Yizhuo blinked. 

“Right,” she breathed out. And after finally taking herself out of the trance, she finally stepped closer to the table, and it made Jimin raise a brow. 

“Yes?” 

Yizhuo copied the expression but shook her head after. “I’m here to give Minjeong a bath.” 

“Ah, right.” Jimin then looked down at Minjeong and gave her a small smile, hand still resting on the swell of the hybrid's back. “Alright, go along now.” 

Minjeong didn’t budge. She simply held her even tighter and whined. It made Jimin let out a weak laugh. 

As much as Jimin enjoyed this, she knew Yizhuo wasn’t the patient type. She patted Minjeong on the back. “Minjeong,” she called, and the hybrid whined again. “Yizhuo is waiting for you.” 

To no surprise Minjeong still refused to move, and if she did, she just snuggled closer to Jimin. She could only chuckle at how adorable and clingy the hybrid was. But Yizhuo was waiting and Jimin wanted her to freshen up since baths usually got Minjeong in a good mood; it was something that the alpha noticed for quite some time. 

Jimin shifted their positions, fully embracing Minjeong with her arms, pressing their fronts together and Minjeong hummed in satisfaction. But Jimin tilted her head to whisper in her ear. “Please go and take a bath, baby.” Then she laid a soft kiss on the side of her head, close to her cheek. “The sooner you can get it done, the sooner you can come back to my arms, okay?”

Minjeong took a moment to respond, as if the conditions that she was weighing were waging wars inside her head. But she sighed, her body growing limp and her grip loosening. With a cute huff, Minjeong finally detached herself from Jimin, a small pout on her lips and Jimin wanted to kiss it away. 

The hybrid nodded sadly. “Okay.” 

But that made Jimin smile widely, grabbing Minjeong’s hand and kissing the back of it briefly. “Good girl.” 

She loved the way the hybrid's ears turned red at the endearment, but Jimin didn't want to waste another moment, and coaxed her to go already. Tilting her head sideways as she watched as Minjeong was taken away by Yizhuo. She couldn't help but smile with the way that Minjeong was sticking herself closely to Yizhuo, taking the omega by surprise. 

But they probably knew that the hybrid was finally coming out of her shell and allowing herself to be taken care of by Jimin and her pack. The alpha was sure that Minjeong would never be harmed in any way as long as she was with them and if she was always right next to her. 

It could be her possessiveness talking, but Jimin didn't like the idea of anyone else touching her hybrid.

Once they were out of sight, Jimin finally looked away to return to her work. But the sound of someone clearing their throat made her look up again. To no surprise, Aeri was standing in front of her desk.

“What the fuck was that?” Aeri asked pointedly, looking at Jimin as if she was a strange creature. 

Jimin raised a brow. “The what?” 

Aeri pointed at her. “That.” 

Obviously she meant about the way Minjeong was holding her. Or about them in general. Of course she would ask, Jimin hadn't said anything since the night they kissed. She was hoping to keep it that way, since she never had the energy to answer questions or say anything on her own volition.

Especially if it was Aeri. 

Jimin sighed, eyes going back to her work, scribbling on the map she had with her rubbed out pencil. “You two have been telling me to be nicer to Minjeong, so I was.” Then she looked back at Aeri, shrugging. “She’s starting to like me.” 

Maybe even more than that, since Minjeong had been kissing her since then.

Jimin couldn't help but smile at the memory. The faint feeling of soft lips on hers revived the butterflies in her stomach. 

“You don’t call her dog or mutt anymore,” Aeri commented with an unamused tone.

And the butterflies fled. Jimin’s brow twitched, clenching her pencil in between her fingers. 

“Because she has a name. Your mate said so,” she replied calmly, trying to keep her temper in and not get angry like always. 

Minjeong wouldn’t like that. 

“Why are you being nice?” Aeri asked incredulously, almost mocking her. “Who the fuck are you?” 

Jimin immediately snapped the pencil she was holding in half. Blood rushing towards her head, feeling heat emit through her eyes and ears. In her sudden rage, she threw the table away, making it crash to the end of the room. Rushing towards Aeri in quick movements and then grabbed her harshly by the neck, squeezing it with each second that passed. 

“So would you like me to talk to you like this instead?” she asked mockingly, squeezing Aeri’s windpipe with the emphasis to her words. She pulled Aeri closer, watching her struggle to resist the grip. “Don’t test me, Aeri.” 

Aeri tried to tighten her grip on Jimin’s wrist, but the act made Jimin angrier, as if she was showing defiance. The larger alpha easily swung Aeri’s body around, pushing her so she backed up against the wooden post and tightened her grip even more. 

The smaller alpha choked out, eyes turning red, but she still used her strength to counter Jimin’s. “C-Can’t I just q-question the change in y-your behavior?” 

Jimin was starting to get fed up with Aeri’s questioning. 

“She’s finally comfortable with me, this is what I wanted. And if you question me again, I might finally break that neck of yours,” she spat out. 

But before anything else could escalate, Jimin stopped when the scent of strawberries wafted in the room and a soft hand was holding onto her arm. She turned around and saw Minjeong standing there, all dressed up in a new dress, her hair wet from her bath and a scared look in her eyes. “J-Jimin…” 

Jimin felt like choking at the sight of the hybrid, as if she was caught doing something bad. Which, in reality, she was. “Minjeong—“

She was interrupted when Minjeong reached up to put her fingers on her lips. Jimin’s grip on Aeri loosened, letting the other alpha finally breathe. 

Minjeong whimpered. “Put her down,” she said in a rush, her eyes pleading, hands going down to grip Jimin’s arm. “Please? She’s nice to me.” 

Jimin’s look softened. “She is?” 

Minjeong nodded, ears folded backwards, and her eyes were starting to glisten with tears. 

With a deep sigh, Jimin dropped Aeri onto the ground. The blonde coughed and wheezed, Yizhuo rushed towards her to help pick her up. 

Jimin felt slightly embarrassed at the immediate resignation of her aggressiveness. But Minjeong’s pheromones were affecting her, and she didn’t have the power to resist it.

The tension in her head and in her body softened, releasing with every inhale of her Minjeong’s scent. Jimin felt her knees buckling and by habit, she reached over to grab Minjeong by the waist, pulling her close to take another deep breath. 

Minjeong laid her head on Jimin’s chest, her arms circled around Jimin’s front and nuzzled. The alpha felt her heart be tugged several times in so many directions. 

She wanted the hybrid to open up and let Jimin take care of her. But with the way Minjeong was acting and how adorable she was towards Jimin, she felt like she was in trouble. 

This hybrid was dangerous after all. 

When she felt movement coming from Yizhuo and Aeri, Jimin snapped her head at them and snarled. “Are you two done? Can we be left alone now?” 

Aeri glared at her and scoffed loudly, and it was obvious that Yizhuo kept her emotions in. But the omega still bowed and assisted Aeri out of the tent. 

Jimin finally released a huff when they were finally alone. She was about to sink into Minjeong’s arms, but there were two soft hands pushing at her abdomen. Jimin looked down and saw Minjeong looking up at her, there was a crease between her brows and the alpha felt her heart drop to her stomach.

Was Minjeong upset with her?

She reached up to cup Minjeong’s face gently in her palms. “W-What’s wrong?”

“You have to say sorry to Aeri,” Minjeong said softly, lips turning into another pout and her brows furrowing further. 

Jimin blinked. “What?” 

Minjeong removed herself from Jimin’s hold and cleared her throat. “If you did something bad, you have to say sorry,” she said with more confidence. “Especially if it's for someone that you care about.” 

She couldn’t help but scoff. “I’m not going to say sorry.”

Care about someone? She didn’t care about Aeri. 

Plus, Aeri was the one being a nuisance with all the useless questioning and the insults that were always thrown at her. The defiant piece of shit deserved—

Minjeong suddenly placed her hands on her hips, ears folded back again, the crease between her brows went deeper and she suddenly grumbled. She looked really upset. But Jimin couldn’t help but feel her heart throb at the sight because Minjeong looked cuter than menacing. 

She sighed, maybe she should just say that she would apologize to Aeri to appease her hybrid. Jimin nodded her head, pulling Minjeong in by the waist and kissed her cheek. “Okay, I’ll apologize to Aeri.”

Jimin smiled widely when she felt Minjeong’s tail wagging excitedly, she nodded her head. “Good.” Then they continued to hug, Minjeong already wrapping her arms around Jimin’s neck, nuzzling her face on the crook of it and inhaling deeply. She could get used to this.

“I wanna be there when you say sorry.”

Her eyes shot open. “What?”

“Before you attempt to break my neck again, I just wanted to ask—“ Aeri said as they were driving back to camp. She quickly looked at Jimin before looking back at the road. “Are you in love with her or something?” 

Jimin raised a brow, ready to scowl. “Is there a problem with that?” 

Aeri then pointed at her. “Well, it would explain all the love marks on your neck.” 

Her brows perked. She let go of her gun to reach up and touch her neck. There was a rare, bruising feeling when her finger grazed her thin skin. 

When did Minjeong put that there? 

Then it hit her. “Right,” she breathed out, feeling her ears warm up from the memory of Minjeong kissing her languidly when Jimin had to wake her up so she could leave the bed. She looked away from Aeri. “I suppose.” 

“You suppose what?” 

“I’m getting there,” Jimin replied honestly. However, her doubts returned quickly. Minjeong may have reciprocated her kisses—which she had no complaints whatsoever—but the hybrid hadn’t confessed her feelings through words. 

Jimin knew she wasn’t smart nor eloquent with her words nor feelings, but she told Minjeong about it, and until that day, the hybrid still hasn’t said anything. She sighed audibly, making Aeri look at her again. “I don’t know if she loves me.” 

Aeri poked her neck harshly. “And that doesn’t prove it?” 

Jimin swatted her hand away. “In another way, you fucking asshole.” 

The other alpha took a moment to think, eyes furrowed as she was trying to register the words. 

“Oh, I get it!” Heejin shouted as she was sitting above them holding the machine gun attached on top of their vehicle. “Jimin has feelings, but Minjeong might not!”

Then Aeri’s brows lift up. “Ah—“ she glanced at Jimin. “So, you’re falling in love with her, and you think she doesn’t love you in that way? You mean like a pet to her owner?” 

Jimin nodded shyly. “I think.” 

“Why?” Heejin couldn’t help but ask, eyes still watching over the horizon. 

How was she able to hear them from up there?

“Has she sucked face with her master before?” Aeri asked, words too blatant and crass. 

Jimin sighed, rubbing her brows roughly with her fingers. “You really are testing my patience here, Aeri.”

Aeri scoffed. “But I make a point. Right? Don’t deny it.” The alpha then took a turn, finally entering their camp, driving straight towards their garage. Aeri didn’t even spare a moment to park properly, once they got in, she swerved the vehicle to an abrupt stop and killed the engine. “Jimin, she probably does already. More importantly I think she also wants your dick.” 

Jimin instantly flushed, ears definitely burning with the implications and the sudden image of Minjeong sweating and moaning on her bed was clear in her mind that she could feel her cock growing hard. She started stuttering. “W-what—“ then she flailed her hands, trying to come up with a good defense. “No—“ then she pointed at Aeri. “You better—“

Aeri placed her palm out to stop the alpha. “Please, Jimin,” she deadpanned. “You’re so transparent.” 

“Whatever,” Jimin said dismissively, not wanting to entertain the thoughts. She got out of the vehicle and slammed the door. “You don’t know her like I do.” 

The blonde slammed the door as well, raising a brow at Jimin. “And do you?” She threw her hands around. “What if she does like you back and she just doesn’t know how to express it so she’s sucking your neck like a fruit bat.” 

Jimin couldn’t help but blush furiously again. “That’s—“ 

Heejin hurriedly jumped out of the gunner seat of their vehicle and grabbed Jimin by the shoulder, making them halt. Heejin’s brows furrowed, and she slowly looked at Jimin. 

“Chief—“ she raised her hand up.  “The scent.” 

Scent?

Jimin took a moment to smell the air. 

There was something sweet. Something familiar. 

Her eyes went wide when she started to taste the strawberries in her mouth. It was the same, the one that she loved so much. But it was the aftertaste that stuck on her tongue that made her realize what was going on. 

It was tangy, something that wasn't mixed with the usual sweet and fruity scent that Jimin was familiar with. But how did it get all the way there? The tent was… 

Fuck . 

She pushed Aeri and Heejin aside and ran out of the garage, sprinting straight towards the tent. The smell of Minjeong was everywhere and Jimin had to get there as soon as she could. And she was no fool, she knew what it meant. She knew the implications of what it was and what was going to happen when she reached her hybrid. 

But what concerned her the most was the fact that she wasn't there with Minjeong. Did the hybrid even know what was going on with her body? What if she went feral? That probably might be possible. 

Or even worse. What if another alpha scented her, then they forced their way in and tried to take advantage of Minjeong?

Jimin growled at the thought, running even faster, ignoring the burn on her thighs as she dashed uphill. 

And to no surprise, there were a bunch of alphas from her pack that were lingering around the area, sniffing around. Jimin quickly jumped at them, tackling one of them to the ground, pinning him down by the neck. 

“Stay away from my hybrid!” she growled, her pheromones spewing out, marking her territory. The way he tried to fight back angered her exponentially, that the grip on his neck tightened. There was a noise coming from up ahead and she quickly snapped her head up, locking eyes with the other one that got caught. 

Before she got to him, he ran away. 

Jimin got up and left the man she pinned down away. There was no time for fighting. 

Minjeong wouldn’t want that. 

Luck must have been on her side because she was able to reach for her tent and no scents of other alphas had made it this close to the entrance. 

Jimin wasted no more time and barged into her tent. 

“Minjeong—“ 

And there it was. 

The strong, tangy scent of strawberries. It wasn’t just a breeze nor a passing smell like bread coming out of an oven. 

It was pungent. Like it stuck on the drapes, the carpets, her bedsheets. 

Jimin swallowed hard, head getting lightheaded from the savory taste of the air. Her knees buckled again, trying her best to keep herself standing. 

Usually with scents this strong, it would have made her angry. Because it was suffocating, and she usually didn't like the smell and taste of it. However, the scent belonged to Minjeong. 

And everything about it was tempting Jimin into something she longed to do. But the want had intensified through feelings. 

She crept forward, trying her best to breathe through the thick air of Minjeong’s pheromones. She reached down, mindlessly cupping her crotch, cock so hard she felt like it was going to break through its seams. 

It could be her boots that were dragging on the floor that woke Minjeong up. The hybrid was on Jimin’s bed as usual, covered by the blanket and to Jimin’s surprise, the majority of her own clothing. Jimin watched as blondish white ears popped out from the pile and then Minjeong looked at her. 

Jimin gulped again. Minjeong looked dazed, cheeks and ears were red, forehead all sweaty, the light material of her nightgown was drenched as well and Jimin couldn’t stop staring at the mole that was on her right chest, she looked down even further and saw the hybrid’s pert nipples poking through the silk. 

Minjeong had tears in her eyes, struggling to move through the pile of clothes. “J-Jiminie,” she called and Jimin felt her heart throb at the nickname. She crawled out of the covers, movements weak and languid. But her scent was too much for Jimin to handle that she felt like her chains of self-control were slipping within each second. 

Her eyes went wide when Minjeong’s hands were planted on her hip area, hurriedly rubbing onto the dip of her crotch, long fingers gripping onto her thighs. Minjeong started heaving, and then the sound of crying started. 

“J-Jimin, it—it hurts,” Minjeong sobbed, her hands clumsily begging Jimin to step closer to her. Jimin’s hands were shaking, vision starting to swirl when Minjeong’s hands were dangerously close to her crotch. 

Jimin felt ashamed. Her hybrid was suffering from her heat and all that she could do was watch and allow her arousal to show. 

She gulped, trying her best to focus. She gently cupped Minjeong’s cheek, but the heat coming off from it took her by surprise. “Are you okay?” 

What a stupid question. 

Minjeong quickly shook her head, looking up at Jimin with more tears in her eyes. “I-I can’t explain it,” she sobbed again. Her hands were struggling to grab Jimin’s clothes and pulled herself up. Jimin finally got a hold of her bearings and helped the hybrid. 

But maybe she shouldn’t because she could feel Minjeong’s small, perky breasts push up against her torso, the hybrid’s breathing was up close in her ear and the scent of her heat was even more pervasive. Jimin’s cock twitched, feeling as if she was the one dazed in her desires. 

“J-Jiminie,” Minjeong cried out once more, hands roaming restlessly around Jimin’s neck, then to her nape and then to her cheeks. The hybrid made them look at each other, her pupils were blown, a small contrast of brown to the black. Her cheeks were red, her breath was hot, tongue sticking out, reaching to lick her lips. “K-Kiss me,” she begged. 

Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. She obliged, crashing her lips onto Minjeong’s with whatever was left of her control. It was so close to being nonexistent, something she might curse herself for because she couldn’t keep it in. 

But how could she? Jimin was falling in love with everything that was Minjeong. A feeling she could not contain even if she tried. She could finally be Minjeong’s mate. The thought of marking the hybrid clouded her mind, her perverted thoughts were finally breaking loose. She wanted to claim Minjeong as hers. 

Minjeong tasted so much better when she was drunk in her heat. Even if Jimin was a slave to Minjeong’s soft and loving kisses, this was different. It always was. Jimin was used to it but this was with Minjeong. Minjeong wasn’t just anyone, she wasn’t just an omega that Jimin had crossed paths, taken advantage of and was long forgotten after a quick fuck. This was Minjeong. Her hybrid, her warmth, her fruity scents, her soft touches, her morning whispers, the new keeper of her heart. 

And now Minjeong was finally hers.

She woke up with a familiar feeling. It was uncomfortable, unsettling and strange. 

Minjeong woke up a little earlier that morning because Jimin needed to leave for the Southern Mining District. Something about getting resources and weapons. Minjeong wasn’t sure, the memory was fuzzy. 

All she could remember clearly was Jimin’s soft lips on her temple, the soft caress on her waist and the scent of blackberries and sandalwood. Then she remembered the quiet confession that Jimin belonged to her and that she would be home before sundown. Minjeong was looking forward to it. 

But she didn’t expect her body to feel so heavy and weak. That she couldn’t lift her arms nor her legs. She was worried that Yizhuo was going to come by and bathe her again, but for some odd reason she didn’t show up. 

Maybe it was a good thing. Because she didn’t want anyone to see her like this. 

Minjeong felt uncomfortable and disgusting. She had never been this sick before, like a fever that only wished to be released with sweat, but even that wasn’t enough. Minjeong thought that if she stayed in bed and rested, maybe took a nap, then she would feel better. 

Alas, with each hour that had passed, she felt more and more uncomfortable. Eventually she thought that it was something wrong with her stomach. Because all of the aching and the pain was starting to grow and form in there.

She honestly remembered the small portions of this pain, and it only happened when Minjeong grew a little older. Thinking that maybe she caught a disease or something. She read that in one of Min-Min’s books about the body. 

But whenever she did feel the pain, it was gone after a few days. Her masters always had something ready for her. 

Minjeong remembered how they always asked her to drink medicine and then say that by drinking that it would be gone in a day or two. It was relieving and at least she could stay in bed the entire time. 

However, it just felt off whenever they told her to stay within their quarters, and that she wasn’t allowed outside, even if she was feeling better. The windows were closed shut and only Min-Min was allowed to touch her. But that was because Min-Min smelled good. Every time Minjeong was sick, she would sleep with remnants of Jasmine and lavender on her pillow and then when she would wake, the smell would linger. 

Chi-Chi would show up after a day or two, and then she would help Min-Min assist with the recovery of her sickness. 

But how was she supposed to go through that when they weren’t around anymore? Jimin probably didn’t have the medicine for her tummy ache, and Minjeong didn’t want to be a hassle to the alpha. 

Anything but that. 

Time moved so slowly for her. It was as if the throbbing in her stomach got worse each second that passed. 

The feeling got worse when she tried to take deep breaths. It was Jimin’s scent. Blackberries and the smell of trees. Minjeong couldn’t stop inhaling it, but it made her spin even more. 

She started panting, arms that were tucked underneath her suddenly started moving, feeling an itch that she couldn’t scratch. Her body was hot, the extent of her tummy ache had spread throughout, and she couldn’t control it. 

Her hands searched for something she couldn’t reach. Something she wanted to hold. Someone she wished could hold her. 

“J-Jimin,” she breathed out, panting as she uttered the alpha’s name. 

And it was as if her body and mind had lost control. Because she had no idea what was happening to her or why her thoughts about Jimin made her feel dirty. But her body was no longer in her control, and she couldn’t keep herself in check anymore. 

She wasn’t sure what happened. She couldn’t understand why the room was spinning or how she could smell Jimin everywhere. There was a spot in the room where it was more pungent, riper. It could be her animalistic nature to do what she did, if she could even remember it. 

But the next thing she knew she was bundled up on Jimin’s bed, surrounded by her garments. Each that had her scent stained on it that the intensity of the smell has seeped into Minjeong’s brain. 

Her hands were all over her body, trying to find a way to satiate whatever it was she was feeling. She didn’t know what it was or where it was located. She needed to feel something on her body, even if it’s from her own doing. Something, even if it was a fleeting moment. Even if the relief came for a second and faded, then she would find it again. 

They raced over her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her chest. She was heaving, but having her hands cup her own breasts made her feel something different. Something that she was discovering for the first time. Because it ached, but it didn’t hurt. It made her uncomfortable, but she wasn’t in physical agony. 

She gave herself another squeeze and she breathed even deeper. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was starting to grow stronger and stronger. 

Minjeong needed to feel it again. She needed to feel more. 

With impatient actions, she clenched her breast a little harder, kneaded it in circles, brushed her nipple against her palm just so she could feel something. 

She gasped. It was a sharp yet tingling feeling, so she did it again. Her fingers took control, rolling her stiff nipple against them, flicking, toying, pinching. Her gasps turned into moans and the more than she did, the more she felt her legs get warm and wet. 

Minjeong shifted in her position, lying down on her side. The ache in her stomach was like a thunderous beat, it wasn’t painful, but it made her restless. She couldn’t relax. She wanted to know what was going on with her body and why was she reacting this way when she did something so perverted. 

Her other hand hurriedly slid down to the source of the problem, lifting her gown and reaching between her legs. 

“A-ahhh…” she cried quietly. Why was she so wet? Why did it feel sore? She moved her fingers in between her folds, sliding through her slick. The first time she felt herself get wet like this was when Jimin touched her. But it was different because Minjeong at that time didn’t want her to. Why was it happening again? No one was touching her; it was only her and her own hands. 

But the thought of Jimin touching her again made her feel a throbbing ache down there. She moaned again, flicking her nipple while she ran her fingers faster through herself. A particular area felt a little swollen, it was sensitive, but she felt so much more whenever she did touch it. 

She thought of Jimin’s hands on her again. It was rough and she remembered not wanting to be touched like that. At least she tried to resist it. She had never been touched like that before and the unfamiliar feeling coursing through her body mixed with her fear, terrified her. She thought it was like how the man in yellow tried to touch her. But it was different. 

Jimin would always be a contradiction that Minjeong had yet to fully understand. 

However, her initial worries had all disappeared the longer she stayed here. Because she had wonderfully discovered that Jimin had the most beautiful smile, eyes that sparkled only when Minjeong was talking to her, her hands fitted well with hers, they made her feel safe when it was on her waist or when they embraced. 

Then there were Jimin’s lips. 

Minjeong suddenly moaned into the pillow at the reminder of it. How soft those lips were on her skin, how they trailed marks that burned deliciously on her lips and her neck. 

She pressed onto her core a little harder than earlier, fingers sliding through her folds with how wet she was. The thought of Jimin’s lips made her feel hot, a sudden pang on the pit of her stomach and she touched herself more. 

But it wasn’t enough. 

Her brows furrowed, her movements quickened, the relief was there but it kept fading. Like a passing feeling. She didn’t want it to do that. She wanted it to keep going, enough for the ache to go away. 

Minjeong tried again and again, the build-up was there but it wasn’t enough for her. She couldn’t understand why, and it started to upset her. 

Her moans became desperate and frustrated. But she knew she couldn’t stop because she needed this feeling to go away. It was slowly consuming her, and she felt like she was drowning. 

She couldn’t help it. The tears came out so easily and all she could do would weep and moan while desperately touching herself. 

Jimin’s scent was filling her lungs, musky, a bit sweet, something that was familiar; something that made her yearn. She wanted to touch Jimin, kiss her lips, push her nose against Jimin’s neck, touch her shoulders, her calloused hands, her… sex. 

The temperature of her body started to grow warmer than earlier. Minjeong wanted to know what was inside, if what Jimin had could satiate whatever it was she was craving for. 

Blackberries. 

They were getting stronger, Minjeong could taste it in her tongue. She moaned louder when she rubbed herself a little harder than earlier, feeling the pillows grow damp with her sweat, tears and saliva. 

The scent was stronger. Minjeong was going to grow crazy. 

Then she heard the drapes open. “Minjeong—“

A pang inside her stomach resonated through her body. The sound of Jimin’s voice made her stop. 

She was here. 

Blackberries. They smelled stronger now that Jimin was there. Minjeong took her hand away from her crotch and forced herself to get up. She felt overwhelmed, the heat from her body was like a fever she couldn’t sweat out. 

Minjeong could hear Jimin’s heavy boots drag through the floor. She was coming close. So Minjeong tried to gather the strength she had left inside her to pick herself up and face Jimin. 

It was shameful, the way she looked and probably how disgusting she smelled. But she had to shove that all aside because Jimin was finally there and Minjeong was just incredibly relieved she was. 

Though, it was a question if she could control herself when Jimin was right in front of her but maybe Minjeong had the strength to control it, even if she wanted to kiss Jimin so badly. 

She finally got up, hands still planted on the bed, but she managed to sit upright, lifted her head so she could see Jimin. 

And there she was, handsome and beautiful at the same time. Jimin's cheeks and ears were red, there was a weird look on her face, and she had her hands reaching out for Minjeong. 

Minjeong felt desperate when she laid eyes on Jimin's hands. She wanted to touch them, she wanted Jimin to touch her. The pang on her stomach came back again and the tears came out again. The ache was starting to hurt more, and she knew Jimin was the solution. 

She tried to move on the bed, but all of Jimin's clothes were in the way, a whine escaped her mouth. “J-Jiminie,” she called out, not knowing that her tears fell with it. 

The moment Jimin was only a few steps from the bed, Minjeong gathered more strength and crawled closer to her. Hands weakly reaching out, grabbing onto the first thing she could hold. 

Jimin smelled so good. 

Her breathing became more labored, as if the scent of blackberries were filling her lungs and suffocating her. The pang came back again, and she started crying. Why wasn’t Jimin moving closer to her?

She started to tug Jimin towards her, eyes closing shut. “J-Jimin, it—it hurts,” she whined, sniffling in between. 

To her relief, Jimin stepped closer and cupped her cheeks with both hands. Minjeong flushed at the gesture, the entire menu of feelings she had inside for Jimin were starting to run amok. 

Jimin looked at her with the softest look in her eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice low but enough for Minjeong to hear it. 

She shook her head though; her honesty was still a part of her despite her state. It was starting to drive her insane. She couldn’t control her crying again. “I-I can’t explain it.” Her hands started to grip onto Jimin tighter, but with the amount of desire inside her body, she forced herself to finally get off the bed and clung herself onto the alpha. 

Her heart was throbbing when Jimin’s hands finally were on her waist and helped her to sit up on her knees. But the sudden motion made her dizzy and she fell onto Jimin’s torso. The scent of the alpha was so strong that Minjeong couldn’t control her urges, but she didn’t know what to do or how to relieve herself. She pressed her body more onto Jimin, wanting to feel much more from the alpha than earlier. 

“J-Jiminie,” she cried out, the pure need to feel Jimin was immense. Her hands roamed from the alpha’s neck to her nape, and then cupped her cheeks. She needed to look at Jimin's dark brown eyes. Like she was setting herself up to be trapped into her desires. Because Jimin was definitely everything that Minjeong wanted. Maybe she was starting to understand what the alpha told her when it came to her feelings. Something that she couldn't quite understand. Romantic feelings were only present in books, or when her masters looked at each other. Minjeong had never felt it before. 

And it was evident that it was. The desire from her mind, body and her heart. It was screaming for Jimin, and it became clear because of this fever that had plagued her body. But there was something about it that made her act differently from what she hoped for.

Minjeong wanted to embrace Jimin, but for some reason, her hands were touching the alpha inappropriately. But she couldn't help herself. The scent, the way Jimin looked at her, the entire being of Jimin was making her dizzy and there was something she wanted but she couldn't put it in words. Nothing inappropriate was swirling in her mind at that moment. 

She pulled Jimin closer, not knowing her mouth hung open, tongue sticking out to lick Jimin's plump lips. “K-Kiss me.”

And she felt like the air from her lungs had been taken away from her, Jimin had kissed her the moment she asked for it. But it felt different. This kiss felt even better than the first one they shared, than the one before sleeping, and the one that she begged for before Jimin left the tent that morning. 

This kiss felt more satisfying, it tasted better, and Jimin was kissing her exactly like how her body wanted. 

Minjeong moaned, hands pulling Jimin closer as they deepened their kiss. Jimin moved her mouth expertly, making Minjeong open hers slightly to properly slot Jimin's with hers. She moaned again, the alpha had her hands planted on her waist, pulling her as well, making the space between them non-existent. 

The smell of blackberries was everywhere, each time Minjeong tried to take a breath, she could inhale it, as if it was going to suffocate her. But she loved it. She loved that it was stronger when Jimin was this close to her, when her hands were on her waist, when her lips were on hers. 

Her brows furrowed, Jimin was pushing her mouth with her wet tongue, so she opened her mouth a little wider, and she yelped, hands gripping Jimin. A tongue invaded her mouth, and she tried her best to fight back with her own. She could feel her heart pumping out of her chest. 

Their kiss was no longer languid and slow. The pace Jimin was setting was starting to become a little more intense, more grunting from the alpha, more moans coming from her own mouth. The ache in her stomach and from between her legs had throbbed even more, she whimpered against Jimin's mouth as it did. It was aching even more, feeling her thighs all wet and sticky as she rubbed them together. 

She wanted Jimin. 

And everything seemed to have happened so quickly as well. Or it could be because she was so lost in Jimin’s lips and her touch that she didn’t realize that she was on her back, body surrendering completely to Jimin. Legs spreading, hands gripping and scratching, cries and moans for her alpha, incoherently begging for her to do something. 

Minjeong broke their kiss, panting and whimpering, not understanding why she had to do so because she wanted to kiss Jimin even more but if she didn’t stop, she wouldn’t be able to breathe. 

But the emptiness she had felt was replaced with a brand-new feeling from an action that had been done before. Jimin had dipped closer and kissed her neck. The tingling sensations had transmitted throughout her body, making her squirm in delight. Her emotions had always been honest. The first time Jimin had scented her, she did everything in her power to resist it. But at that moment, she no longer needed to hide it. 

Minjeong wanted to do her best in showing Jimin that she was fully accepting of anything the alpha would do and that she loved every single thing she did. 

The kisses turned into nibbling and that had become small sucking that Minjeong felt her skin burn with the friction. It felt good and her body was heating up even more. She knew she wanted more but she just couldn’t put her finger on what it was— 

“Aahh—!” Minjeong yelped when she felt Jimin’s hands grip her thigh, fingers dangerously close to her center. 

The alpha chuckled, kissing her gently on the cheek. “I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, kissing her again, lips trailing up to her ear. “But can I keep going?” 

Minjeong moaned out her reply, hands gripping tightly on Jimin’s shoulder, feeling overstimulated by a simple question, but the thoughts that were implied made her body react immediately. 

But she didn’t want to lie, so she nodded her head, too blissed out to realize she looked so eager it was shameful. 

Jimin shifted their positions again, hands settling on her thighs and gently pulled them apart. The scent that filled the air got thicker and it made Jimin grunt. 

“You smell really good, baby,” she said as she leaned in to place another kiss on Minjeong’s lips. 

She was about to say something, something that wouldn’t leave Jimin hanging, but she felt the words get stuck in her throat when she felt fingers caressing her thighs again. 

Minjeong couldn’t hold her voice anymore. Everything that Jimin was doing was making her feel so many things at once. Things she hadn’t felt before; it was intense, it made her crave more. As if just simply touching her skin wasn’t enough. 

But it amazed her because she only ever wanted Jimin to touch her like that. No one else. 

The feather-like touches on her thighs made her whimper and squirm, feeling somewhat impatient. She wanted to tell Jimin to keep going but she didn’t know how. Her mouth felt useless. Only spouting out cries and moans that didn’t make sense to her. 

Jimin’s fingers kept going, then it went higher and higher, up until Minjeong could feel the intrusion between her legs. She felt her pussy clench, something swollen was making her ache even more. 

“Can I touch you?” Jimin asked gently. 

Minjeong nodded. 

But Jimin tutted. She leaned closer, fingers so close to where Minjeong wanted her to be. 

“Can you answer me with your words, baby?” 

Minjeong looked away, tears were falling off her eyes, hiding herself behind her hand. She felt ashamed but she knew that if she didn’t comply, she wouldn’t get what she wanted. 

“Y-yes please…” she whimpered again, the aching resonating through her body. The sheer want of Jimin’s touch on her body was growing intense. She reached up to hold Jimin’s neck, weakly pulling her closer, wanting to dispel the space between them. 

Jimin closed the gap, her kisses felt feverish, enough to make Minjeong’s mind melt at the feeling. Her hands were frantically holding onto Jimin, moaning shamelessly as their lips moved at a hurried pace. 

The alpha fixed her position, securing Minjeong’s small body beneath her. Minjeong felt so small and helpless in her position. But she didn’t care. She wanted Jimin to take her, in any way possible. 

She was surrendering herself to Jimin. There was no turning back and she knew that even if she was feeling this way, she wouldn’t regret her decision. 

Her hands clenched harder on Jimin’s arm when she felt an abrupt tear from her garments, feeling herself feel more exposed as Jimin impatiently ripped her underwear and threw it away. The alpha let out a low hum, making Minjeong flustered, her tail trying its best not to swish around the sheets, thighs being caressed again by Jimin’s fingers, anticipating as it reached higher and higher. 

The moan she let out was something she didn’t expect herself to do, so pathetic and weak but the feeling of fingers brushing through her folds was different. The waves of pleasure that washed through her body were intense. 

Her body twitched each time Jimin slowly stroked her, fingers languidly moving through her moist pussy. Minjeong thought she was going to pass out, with the way she couldn’t stop moaning, how all her energy had been placed on holding onto Jimin for dear life. The pleasure she was feeling was new and powerful, something she didn’t know existed. 

Jimin pushed a little further, lathering her fingers with Minjeong’s slick, teasing and probing. She pulled away for a moment, making Minjeong whine shamefully at the loss of contact. 

The alpha kissed her fully on the lips, making Minjeong whine again, but sinking into it completely. Jimin pulled away again, her fingers were gently touching Minjeong’s lips. 

“Open,” Jimin commanded gently, waiting patiently and Minjeong didn’t hesitate to listen. The moment she opened her mouth, Jimin slowly placed her fingers inside her mouth. Minjeong obediently welcomed them, sucking the digits immediately. She didn’t care if she was tasting herself, she wanted to do it for Jimin. 

Minjeong’s mind went blank, with the way she was eagerly taking in Jimin’s fingers, sucking them, pushing her tongue in between and trying to wrap them up. She wanted to know what they felt inside her. Would Jimin be able to stop the aching if she did? 

Her hands were pulling Jimin impossibly closer, wanting the alpha’s body heat over hers as she continued to her lewd ministrations. She wondered if this was also pleasing to Jimin. If the alpha was feeling the exact same thing she was feeling. 

Did Minjeong drive her crazy too? Did Jimin want her fingers inside her mouth? What did they feel like? She wondered if Jimin would use her tongue too, because feeling it on her neck was amazing. 

“Minjeong,” Jimin whispered to her suddenly, fingers removed from her mouth, then it suddenly disappeared between her legs. Minjeong was about to attempt to speak but the feeling of wet fingers prodding her entrance made her moan into Jimin’s ear. Jimin kissed her temple again. “Does it hurt, baby?” 

She blushed hard, the new pet name was making her heart beat fast and the aching in her belly grew. She nodded her head. 

The tips of Jimin’s fingers were making their way inside. “Do you want me to help you?” 

The thought of it made her cry out, her moans were so disgustingly tragic that it felt like anything Jimin was going to do to her would heal her. 

“Y-Yes, please,” she pleaded pathetically.

And all of the buzzing noise that was inside her head and the echoes of the aching had come to an abrupt stop, inclining into something even more intense. Wet fingers entered her. It was slow and yet it filled her up. Jimin was still gentle with her; kissing her hair, humming lowly to her ear, having the alpha’s body encapsulate her in a small and safe space. 

A space where Minjeong allowed herself to finally let her body feel more than her heart. Minjeong had her mouth hung open, letting out moans without her voice as she felt every inch of what was inside of her be touched for the first time. 

Why did it feel that way? Why did she like the feeling? Maybe this was why her masters didn’t use this method because it wasn’t meant to be done by them. 

It felt perfect that Jimin was doing this for her because of how different the hearing of Minjeong’s heart was for Jimin compared to her former masters. 

Jimin was special, and it was proven to be true with this alone. 

The alpha was an answer to a lot of mysteries in her life. Some were things she had in mind for quite some time, some were questions she didn’t know she was asking. All she knew, and especially her heart and body, was that Jimin was the answer to a lot of things. 

Her walls kept clenching around the thick digits, eliciting a grunt from Jimin as she did so. Her body was on fire, her tummy was aching so much, but at the same time it felt so good. A part of her wondered how this was all possible by such a simple act, and yet it felt so taboo and secretive. 

“Does it feel good?” Jimin asked as she stroked her fingers against her walls, making Minjeong bite back her moan. “Do you like it when I do this?” 

Minjeong nodded her head, like the dumb dog that she was. “Yes—“ Jimin suddenly thrusted a little faster, “Oh my god—yes,” Minjeong moaned. 

Inevitably, as the pleasure churning inside her body gradually increased, growing in bigger beats, she felt her eyes water. The way she was fighting the tight pain she felt from the temptation was starting to get to her. 

Tears inevitably escaped her eyes; it was all too much for her. Jimin was pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy in such a lewd way, the wet, mulching noises and the way her walls were being caressed. The pressure on the bottom of her stomach was gradually increasing, making her suffocate from the tainted air of their scents, from her rushed breathing, from the way that Jimin made her feel. 

Minjeong eventually started crying, mixing her sobs with her moaning but she didn’t want Jimin to stop what she was doing. 

In fact, she felt like she was going to cry harder if Jimin did. But she wanted Jimin to know that, she didn’t want her alpha to think that her cries were a sign to halt everything. She needed to be stronger, muster the will to fight her tears. 

But they weren’t even tears to show that she was in pain or in sorrow. Minjeong honestly felt like she was feeling something close to euphoric. As if she was somewhat getting there but hasn’t arrived at that point yet. Jimin just needed to keep going so that she could understand where that feeling was taking her. 

Minjeong felt her body go rigid when Jimin leaned closer to use her tongue to lick her tears, placing kisses on her lids right after as she closed her eyes. 

She gushed. It was like she was being groomed. It felt weird. But it wasn’t like she was repulsed by it. 

“W-wha—“ she choked on her words when Jimin’s fingers thrusted again inside of her, a little harder than earlier, the pads of her rough fingers rubbing on her tightening walls. 

Jimin cooed at her, kissing her pulse point accompanied with a lick, making her entire being shiver. “Just relax, baby,” she whispered, then another kiss on the base of her neck. “I’ll take care of you.” 

The way Jimin said it made her even more flustered, more restless. The sheer want of Jimin was rushing into her body and soul that she didn’t know she could ever feel this with just one person alone. 

Her back arched when Jimin moved her fingers faster. The only thing Minjeong could rely on at that moment was her senses and she wasn’t sure if her body could handle any more stimulation. 

Minjeong quickly moved her hands from Jimin’s shoulder onto her wrist, gripping it tightly, moaning a little louder than earlier as fingers thrusted harder and faster. The churning came back, coiling so intensely that she wasn’t sure if she wanted Jimin to stop or keep going. Her moans were louder, she knew that anyone around the tent could hear them. Gosh, what was Yizhuo going to say to her if she found out that she was being so lewd, her voice sounding so obscene and crude. 

Her mind was starting to fizzle away, the thoughts and worries she had been slowly disappearing. The way Jimin’s fingers were rubbing her was so intense, not enough to hurt her, making her feel so many feelings of pleasure in just one go. Minjeong couldn’t take it, the coiling and the churning were getting even more intense. Jimin’s lips were on her cheek and then trailing down towards her neck, the tingling feeling enhanced her pleasure, and she knew she was finally getting there. 

But she felt so overwhelmed, tightly holding onto Jimin, her legs spread out and shaking. Her body started twitching, she couldn’t even open her eyes, tears just falling down continuously. 

Jimin started moving her fingers around, as if thrusting them inside of her wasn’t enough, and that made Minjeong start to squirm away. Not that she wanted Jimin to stop but she couldn’t handle the feeling anymore. 

Then suddenly, Jimin pushed her fingers up, making Minjeong’s head get thrown back so quickly and she finally peaked. 

“J-Jimin—wait…J-Jimin, p-please—“ she tried to use her words, but her alpha kept going, only grunting and then her expression would change, looking down at Minjeong with a smug look on her face. And there was no sign of her stopping. Even if Minjeong’s pleasures were crashing down on her so quickly, Jimin kept moving her fingers. 

Minjeong’s body arched, curving upwards, feeling Jimin’s body pressing against hers, her moans came out with no remorse, her legs shaking at the climax, Jimin’s fingers still pressing on that same spot over and over again.

The release felt so good. She didn’t expect herself to feel something new even if she had lived this long. 

Everything felt new with Jimin around. 

She was exhausted and yet, she felt like she wanted more. Minjeong was trying to catch her breath, breathing heavily, but she felt her chest warm up when Jimin pressed herself against her again, kissing and licking her tears away, her free hand cradling her head and gently stroking it. 

“You’re very warm,” Jimin commented in between her kisses. Her fingers were still tucked inside, Minjeong had to come down from her high in order to regain her senses and try to function normally again. Then the alpha whispered. “Can you still do more?” 

Minjeong felt her breath hitch at the question. Her body was starting to feel the exhaustion, but the aching in her belly was still persistent. Minjeong was confused. Because she thought that was the end of it, but she didn’t know if Jimin felt satisfied as well. 

She turned her head to prompt Jimin to look at her, hands weakly reaching up to cup Jimin’s face. “Did—“ she paused, realizing how out of breath she was, “Did… did you feel good too?

Jimin blinked at her, obviously taken aback by the inquiry. But her expression quickly softened to a smile and then tilting her head to kiss Minjeong’s palm, then she started leaning into her touch. 

Like a cat. 

For some reason that made Minjeong’s heart flutter despite her messy state. 

“Of course I did,” Jimin said, voice still low and husky. Her lips were still planted on Minjeong’s hand, soft kisses ticking her skin. “You always made me feel good.” 

Minjeong was still in bliss from whatever Jimin made her feel, she watched her chest rise and fall from her breathing, her mind falling back into reality, watching Jimin kiss her hand and look at her with fondness in her eyes. Minjeong was getting used to it. There were a lot of things that made her feel. 

But the feeling inside of her body was still there. The pit of her stomach still resonated with the same unashamed feeling that she wanted to satisfy again. The memories of what they did earlier came back so suddenly, and her body was once again, thrown into another fit of unsettling emotions. 

She was wet. Beyond that, she believed. And she knew that the more her thoughts wandered and the more her body felt what it wanted to feel, she was going to stain the bed. 

Her eyes that were absentmindedly staring at Jimin suddenly came into focus when she felt her hand being gently pulled down. 

“Do you want to know how good I feel?” Jimin asked, still guiding Minjeong’s hand away from her face. Minjeong watched as her hand was slowly brushing against Jimin’s shirt, from her neck to the collar, then to the area between beautiful looking breasts. Minjeong felt a bit out of breath when Jimin allowed her to lay her hand on one of them. 

And suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Again, the world had proven to Minjeong that Jimin was the embodiment of a contradiction. 

Her breast was so soft, it filled her whole hand. Jimin encouraged her to touch more, and this was all it took to get Minjeong to feel restless again. 

She wondered if this was what made Jimin feel good. But would that be enough? 

Minjeong tried to move her hand on her own accord, fingers pressing slowly onto the softness of her chest, feeling a nipple grow hard underneath the garment, brushing against her palm. 

Jimin let out a breath, staring down at Minjeong with her half-hooded eyes. Her hand reached up to hold Minjeong’s wrist gently, and it made her stop. 

“Can… Can you touch me somewhere else?” 

She blushed hard. Her eyes were unfocused again, trying to look away from Jimin because of how flustered she felt but she didn’t want the alpha to think she was being rejected. 

So, she took a breath, looked at Jimin and nodded her head. “T-Tell me…”

Minjeong carefully watched Jimin’s reaction. How the alpha’s dark eyes were so focused on her, the Adam’s apple bobbing as she gulped and how her rough hand tightened on Minjeong’s wrist. 

She didn’t dare to speak, settled with a small, yet devilish smile growing on her face. Her hand moved to the back of Minjeong’s, guiding it from her breast all the way downwards. And that was when Minjeong realized the growing bulge that was in between her legs. 

Her eyes grew wide at the sight. How could she not notice that? It looked larger than she remembered, but Minjeong never encountered it when she was feeling anything else but fear. It was different now, because she felt her pussy clench at nothing, mind wandering into different things all at the same time. 

Minjeong allowed Jimin to move her hands again, mindlessly letting their bodies do the work. Her breath hitched again, dumbly watching Jimin use her hand to cup her crotch. 

The alpha sucked in a sharp breath when Minjeong decided to use her fingers, pressing onto the hard bulge that was underneath her hands. 

Her thoughts wandered again, so shamelessly, wanting and wishing that she could see what was hidden beneath Jimin’s garments. 

“Minjeong—“ Jimin moaned. She was starting to rub her crotch onto Minjeong’s hand, seeming to love the way she was putting pressure into her grip. 

She wasn’t even doing much, but Jimin was starting to moan as well and Minjeong felt the heat inside her body rise up so many degrees. Maybe this was what she was seeking for. To please Jimin as a favor, this could be an easier solution. 

“Mmmf…” Minjeong tried to bite back her moans, too fucked out of her mind because of the way Jimin’s low groans were making her so hot and restless. 

She was leaking again, body thrumming with an uncontrollable desire, aching and sore and wanting to be touched once again by Jimin. She tried to squeeze a little more, desperately trying to make Jimin make the same noises again. 

Her daze suddenly dissipated when Jimin moved, maneuvering her way carefully off the bed. The action of Jimin just detaching herself away made Minjeong whine in a voice she never knew she had before. 

Jimin chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” Minjeong was about to whine again in protest because she didn’t want Jimin to make an excuse, the alpha needed to be on top of her again immediately. 

But her voice got caught in her throat when she realized that Jimin removed her belt and was removing her pants. The heavy garment fell on a floor with a thud, along with everything else that was attached to it. Minjeong watched carefully as Jimin’s thumb teased the garter of her boxers, the prominent bulge distracting her as well. 

And then Jimin removed it, her cock springing out of its confines. She gulped. 

The sight of Jimin’s erect cock in front of her made her dizzy. Such a grotesque sight and yet she felt her pussy clench onto nothing, feeling herself get wet from the sight alone, wondering what it was like to have it inside of her. 

It must be different from Jimin’s fingers. She wanted to know. She was suddenly dying to find out. 

Jimin’s hand caressed her head, palm gently brushing over her head and ears. She smirked. 

“Look at you,” she said, voice still low and husky. A hand suddenly touched her thigh, still shaking from her high, and crept close again to her hot center. “You want me to touch you again?” 

Minjeong’s tail twitched, the feeling of wanting Jimin’s hand on her pussy swelled but she was too flustered to speak. She nodded her head weakly. 

But Jimin tutted at her. “Baby, I want to hear you tell me.” 

That made her whine, cheeks burning with shame, but her pussy was quivering, wanting to be touched so badly by her alpha. Her legs spread wider, uncovering her shame that she only wished to be seen by Jimin. 

The idea of being filled by Jimin made her tail swish eagerly on the sheets and she couldn’t stop it. She looked at Jimin with hooded eyes, hand in a fist and hovering over her lips, trying to save the last of her shame. The sight of Jimin bare made her mouth water. 

Her stomach ached again by another wave of pleasure. 

“I w-want you,” she blurted out, her free hand reaching for Jimin, knowing that she was going to grab at nothing. The thought made her whimper, spreading her legs wider, tail starting to thump on the bed. “Please, Jimin.” 

She wasn’t sure if she was able to marinate in her shame because of how dirty her words felt the moment it came out of her mouth, but her mind became all muddy when Jimin’s large form returned above her and a different kind of heat was pressing onto her wet folds. 

Jimin grunted, rocking her large cock over Minjeong’s pussy in slow and gentle strokes. She keened, pushing her pelvis upward to chase the feeling. The hardness of Jimin’s cock rubbing on her folds, the engorged head leaning by the tip, the way Jimin was looking at her. 

Minjeong had no idea what this was, she never experienced this before, but the way that her body was reacting, the way it made her feel, the way she wanted Jimin so badly, there was nothing more she wanted. 

“M-Minjeong,” the alpha moaned out, hips still rocking, and it was making her even more wet. She could hear the friction. Minjeong moaned a little louder when she felt Jimin prod her entrance. Jimin grunted, hovering over Minjeong, staring down at her. “I can’t hold it in anymore.” 

Jimin must have been holding back for so long, because Minjeong only gave half a nod as a response when she felt Jimin’s cock enter her slowly. 

She clenched hard, eyes shutting close, forcing Jimin to press against her as she felt herself stretch. 

It was painful, she knew somewhere at the back of her mind that the new intrusion was scaring her. But her body was being possessed by some sort of magic that it didn’t want Jimin to stop. She wanted it. She wanted more, to reach deep, for her and Jimin to become closer and closer to her. 

Minjeong didn’t expect herself to be spread this much, the way Jimin was slowly rubbing her walls so thoroughly. How it felt painful, but it felt so good at the same time. Minjeong mewled and whined and whimpered, all while grabbing onto Jimin and her hair for dear life. She was trying to breathe while fighting the tears. The stretch was so good, the alpha’s cock was snug inside of her and Minjeong wanted to know if there was so much more to this feeling than what she was experiencing at that moment. 

Jimin turned her head and kissed her temple. “Does it hurt?” 

She blushed, the way Jimin was still gentle with her made her heart swell. She shook her head, moaning in between from the way Jimin gingerly moved her hips, tears streaming down her face. Minjeong gained a bit of strength and clarity to reach up to Jimin’s ear and whisper. “I-I’m okay.” 

Another moan came out of her mouth so easily when she felt Jimin twitch inside of her. Jimin kept grunting, her hand tightening her grip on Minjeong’s hip while the other clenched the pillow beneath her head. 

“Can I move then?” 

Minjeong nodded. 

Jimin didn’t hesitate, leaning over to drop her lips on hers, crashing them into another passionate kiss. Minjeong felt her fingers release tension when she let go of Jimin’s shoulders to wrap her arms around the alpha’s neck. 

It felt like every time Jimin kissed her, it was always different from the previous one. Each kiss felt more intense, more passionate, it held different meanings. Her mind went blank at the feeling of a warm tongue invading her mouth, and then Jimin started moving. Her hips pulled away, moving her long shaft out, only to push it back in. 

Minjeong moaned wantonly through their kisses, she desperately kept her mouth latched onto Jimin's, wanting to kiss her more and more, wrap her tongue with hers, taste more of Jimin as she welcomed her cock, picking up her pace, starting to piston in and out of her. 

Jimin's breath was hot, moaning as well in between kisses, the way her mouth devoured each movement, how her tongue grazed inside of Minjeong’s mouth. In a small fraction of that moment, Minjeong had discovered something new about Jimin, something that she hoped and prayed was only shared between them. Jimin was just as weak as her. 

Her body was physically capable of their activity, especially with the way that her thrusts were getting harder and faster with each clench Minjeong did. But it was the way Jimin expressed herself. 

Minjeong believed that alphas were strong and incapable of showing weakness, wanting power and showing dominance. But Jimin at that moment showed nothing but vulnerability. How her face was softened by her pleasure, contorting into something she couldn’t hold in. Her soft grunts, the way she moaned so low, the way her brows furrowed with each stroke she made. 

“M-Minjeong—“ Jimin moaned out, breaking their kiss momentarily. She clenched her eyes shut as she quickened her pace, hips moving shallowly as she tried to thrust harder. 

Minjeong didn’t know how she could make the scary alpha leader of the pack moan and whimper her name like that. 

She whimpered when she felt Jimin throb inside of her, the way Jimin was fucking her was intense, the alpha’s movements were getting faster, harder, rubbing her walls in an angle that made her want to scream. Her arms hugged Jimin tighter, weak hands reaching up to grab Jimin by her hair and tightened it when she felt the knot in her stomach coiling again. 

“You—“ Jimin thrusted in again, making Minjeong break into another high-pitched moan. “—you feel…so good,” the alpha whispered into her ear. Jimin’s moaning and grunting and breathing weren’t helping at all. 

Minjeong felt like a freak, wanting Jimin to continue splitting her open with her big cock, craving for the feeling over and over and over again. 

Their scents were a mix of everything at that point. Strawberries and blackberries, the smell of the forest, the smell of their love making. It was everything to Minjeong. Enough to make her want to cry out and beg for Jimin to mark and own her. 

As the alpha pulled back, face lost in ecstasy, baring her teeth out as Minjeong clenched her pussy around the hard cock again. She saw Jimin’s pointy teeth and that made her crave again. 

She turned her head to the side, moaning into the pillow, but exposing her neck so that Jimin could shove her nose and mouth on it like before. To no surprise, Jimin took the bait, lunging forward, kissing, tasting and nibbling her neck more aggressively than usual. Minjeong felt more of her slick come out with the way Jimin was suddenly grunting after each thrust, mouth occupied with her neck. 

“Mate…” Jimin mumbled, pushing her cock deeper inside. “My mate,” the alpha said again, nipping harder on her neck. 

Minjeong gasped at the feeling of teeth grazing her skin and the implication, Jimin could be her own Chi-Chi. That was the only thought she had in her mind, because that was all she knew about the term. The way her former owners had marks on their necks, or how they smothered each other. They called each other that too. 

She wanted it as well. 

She wanted it so badly.  

So, with all the strength she had left in her limbs, she had a hold on Jimin’s head and tried to push her even further. Hoping that the sounds and her small actions would push Jimin to do what they both wanted to happen. She couldn’t get the words out of her mouth, but she really wanted Jimin to just bite her already. 

And before she knew it, the coiling and the churning had finally reached its limits. She wasn’t sure what was happening, absentmindedly calling out Jimin’s name, feeling her legs shake, being washed away by another big wave of ecstasy, bigger and more intense than the first one. 

She tensed, gritting her teeth and scratching Jimin’s scalp through the long, dark hair. 

Jimin’s thrusts were starting to falter, Minjeong clenched her cock harder through the tremors wanting something she wasn’t sure of, but she had a feeling it was what she needed. 

Then she felt it. 

Trying to prod at her entrance, something larger pushing itself through and she winced at the pain it was giving. Jimin didn’t do anything to stop it, dumbly thrusting her cock harder and faster as Jimin was chasing her own release. 

Minjeong wasn’t expecting many things to happen all at once. The way Jimin finally used her voice, shamefully moaning her own name out loud, melodiously invading her ears, then the bite that stung on her neck, causing Minjeong to scream once more at the sensation and then she was pushed further into the mattress, the foreign thing that was kissing her entrance made its way through, pain and pleasure crashing onto her all at one and entered her forcefully. 

Jimin moaned louder, something above her broke and the warm, glorious feeling had entered her. Jimin’s cock twitched inside of her pussy, releasing a new kind of warmth that made Minjeong feel so full. 

And it kept coming, spilling inside of her, making her body feel even warmer than earlier. But she hated that it felt like it wasn’t enough. That she wanted more. 

However, exhaustion finally got the best of her, she couldn’t find it in her to say something. Maybe she finally had the clarity she needed but the first thing she thought of was Jimin. The alpha could be tired, and Minjeong didn’t want to force her into doing something she didn’t want to.

“Minjeong,” Jimin suddenly called out to her in between her panting. The alpha lifted herself carefully, hand cupping her face gently. “I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it in.”

She shook her head weakly, trying to catch her breath. “It’s okay,” she whispered.

“It’s okay?”

Minjeong managed to finally open her eyes, and she was met with Jimin’s concerned look. It was cute. 

And that made her realize that she made the right decision.

She nodded her head again. “Yes, it’s okay.”

Good thing she stayed.

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It felt good.

Despite the exhaustion, blacking out every time Jimin came inside her, how sore she felt, how hot her body had become. It felt good.

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but all she knew was that she loved the way Jimin made her feel. It just grew tenfold when she could see for herself that Jimin felt the same way, how the alpha was acting, and it was all because of her.

It felt good.

But it was maddening.

Minjeong couldn’t recall when they had stopped, or when she had even gained her senses back. It felt like her days flashed moment by moment, feeling the same feeling, wanting and wishing to be fucked senselessly by Jimin.

And the scent that had made its way into her lungs had made her this insane. Jimin tasted incredibly delicious, so insatiable, so tempting. It made Minjeong want Jimin even more, it was making her say and do things she hadn’t before.

She remembered being woken up by Jimin to drink water, she recalled, since she could still feel her chin, neck and chest damp from her spilling it. Jimin wasted no time nor water and cleaned it up, but the act was so vile and so obscure and dirty that it had awakened Minjeong’s pleasures again.

She remembered that they had been fucking for a while since she they woke up. Jimin had her flat on her belly, teeth sinking into Jimin’s pillows, hands clenching onto the sheets as she was being plowed by the alpha from behind. Minjeong had noticed that Jimin felt so much bigger from this position, and she honestly loved the feeling of being rubbed on all her walls, moaning loudly as teeth marked her skin once again.

Then Jimin had her on her side, one leg being lifted up as the alpha’s cock had jammed its way inside of her, fucking her, being exposed so scandalously. Jimin’s long limbs had given her the privilege to be pleasured on her clit as she was being fucked at the same time. Minjeong came faster than she expected.

Minjeong still had no idea what came over her, and she wished there was a point in all of this pleasurable madness that she would find clarity. Because a part of her missed having meals with Jimin, where they enjoyed their comfortable silence and Jimin fed her, feeling shy about it but still accepted it. Minjeong was looking forward to feeding Jimin breakfast as well, maybe a small cherry, or a slice of tangerine that Jimin had freshly peeled for her.

But it was so difficult for her to even initiate any of that because of this drunken state. Every time she laid eyes on the alpha, the first thing Minjeong wanted to do was grapple Jimin by the hips and beg to be bred.

She could still feel it, the way Jimin thrusted deep inside of her, how the alpha’s cock shaped her insides, stirring her until she couldn’t find her voice anymore, the feeling of hot liquid spilling inside of her. Minjeong wasn’t sure what it was, but she sure loved the feeling of it.

It made her feel like Jimin was giving a part of herself. Something that Minjeong could only have. Maybe she was happy to know that because she felt like the alpha was taking her entire being. But she was willingly giving it anyway.

Jimin’s moans had shaken her awareness again, feeling hot all over by the mere sound of it. She felt so weak and so used that she allowed Jimin to just change their positions whenever the alpha pleased.

She didn’t mind if she really thought about it. It was as if the mere feeling of Jimin’s cock had made her so pliant that she was finally okay with being used. Jimin could do whatever she wanted, she could say whatever she wanted to say, use her hands, mouth, teeth, tongue and cock in any way she wanted to.

Minjeong had decided then and there that she was at Jimin’s disposal. Was it because she felt selfish? That Jimin was the cure to her odd disease? Was it even a sickness? Why was her body feeling different now that she had a taste of sex?

It was all mumbled words and questions for her. But she didn’t care anymore. She trusted Jimin. That even if the alpha had shoved her knot inside of her so many times already, left marks all over her skin, fucked her for days and yet Minjeong still felt worshiped.

Jimin spoke words that Minjeong didn’t know she needed. She felt wanted. She felt loved.

And this kind of love that Jimin was showing her was so different that leaving was not in the question anymore. Minjeong wanted to stay. She wanted to stay like this with Jimin as long as they both wanted it.

“Minjeong,” Jimin moaned out suddenly, her face nuzzling into her neck, tongue tracing wet lines over her already dampened skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Her heart soared.

Jimin had a way with her words and the giddy feelings had tripled because of her actions. The way Jimin’s hands secured her in a warm embrace, beautifully bruising her skin, making her feel safe. Or how her cock had thrusted into her, showing that she was desired by the alpha despite doing this for days.

Minjeong gasped when Jimin switched their positions again. Jimin was sitting on the bed, leaning her back on the broken headboard, while Minjeong was on top of her again, legs so wobbly that Jimin had to be the one to move her, unable to support her own weight. But she still tried because of how much she wanted to pleasure Jimin as well.

The expressions the alpha made were driving her insane and she wanted to keep being the reason why Jimin looked that way.

A part of her didn’t want any of this to end. But the aching in her body made her realize that she was tired. Her hips and her legs, slowly succumbing to the numbness of her exhaustion. But she wanted to keep going.

Jimin felt so good inside her, the way her cock brushed onto her walls, the grip on her waist, her fruity scent, the alpha’s low and raspy moans.

Minjeong wanted to keep going, despite her body feeling so sore or her climaxing too many times that morning alone. But she was just… so tired. Her attempts in moving started to falter again, going slowly despite how hard the big hands were holding her.

Jimin tilted her head, and Minjeong wanted to apologize. But it was just filthy cries and moaning that came out of her mouth.

“J-Jimin—a-ah!” Minjeong screamed out as the alpha thrusted upwards.

Jimin tilted her head to the side, a teasing smirk on her face. “Why’d you slow down? Come on, you were doing so well,” she cooed as she laid kisses on Minjeong’s neck, making her moan louder. “That’s it—“ she thrusted upwards once more, sharply this time and Minjeong almost choked on her moans, but Jimin’s kisses were there again making her slick gush out of her pussy so easily. “That’s a good girl.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. The pet names Jimin graced her with always did something to her body that it felt like a switch, one command or one word from Jimin, and she was gone. It made her tip over the edge as the alpha kept calling her that.

“Good girl, Minjeong. Keep going. Do it for me, please.”

Before she knew it, she came again. Her body was a trembling mess, unable to move because of how hard it hit her. And she felt it again, a strong pang resonating inside of her as Jimin spilled her hot liquids inside of her once more. They moved so frantically that Jimin’s cock had slipped out and some of it landed on her skin.

It was warm, Jimin felt warm, and she loved every single bit of it. Jimin held her close, despite them feeling so sticky, and Minjeong clung onto her as she tried to catch her breath.

Minjeong’s mind was muddled, the only thing she could think of was Jimin. Her body, her face, the addicting taste of her lips—the addicting feeling of Jimin’s cock that was inside of her. The mere taste of it, the way it filled her pussy so well.

She wanted more. She wanted more of her alpha.

“J-Jimin,” she called out absentmindedly, her heat speaking for herself. Jimin was still panting, hand reaching in between them as she stroked her cock, rubbing it onto Minjeong’s folds as more cum shot out.

Jimin looked up, raising a brow at her.

The sight of Jimin looking like that made her whine so suddenly. She grabbed Jimin’s face, pulled it closer, her tongue lapping over the plump lips like a dumb dog, kissing her mole messily, trying to grip Jimin’s neck.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jimin asked, grunting in between breaths.

Minjeong whined and whimpered, pussy clenching at nothing. Her hands hurriedly reached in between them as well, feeling the almost flaccid cock in her palms. She whined again, wanting to weep at the state of her lover’s cock.

“I want more, Jimin—I want more, I want your cock inside me again. Please… please, please, please…”

She yelped when her body was suddenly scooped up from the bed and being carried away from it. Jimin’s movements were quick, not wanting to waste a moment.

Minjeong wrapped her arms tightly around Jimin’s neck, feeling her warm arousal spread slick over Jimin’s abdomen. She ducked her head in the crook of the alpha’s neck, too embarrassed to look anywhere as she was making a mess.

Then she flinched when she heard things crashing on the floor and then she was forcefully removed from her embrace. Her back hit the hardwood of Jimin’s desk, legs quickly spread open and the feeling of the large cock head meeting with her wet and swollen lips.

Jimin’s body conveniently hovered over her, making Minjeong hug her neck by habit.

They went at it again, Jimin was hard once more and she shoved it back inside of Minjeong, hovering over her as her hips moved at a brutal pace. The table’s creaking was so loud, competing with the sound of her own moans.

She was being fucked into oblivion, feeling her consciousness go in and out as her walls were being rubbed so viciously, the feeling inside her belly was cooling so quickly, ready to release her pleasures once again.

“Ah—fuck, Jimin, yes, keep going,” she babbled out, saying all of these filthy things into the alpha’s ears. She locked her legs around Jimin’s waist, moving her hips salaciously as she tried to chase her pleasures.

Her cunt felt so hot, so needy, so incredibly hungry for Jimin’s cock. Her hips burned with her ministrations, the way she was using all her strength to keep Jimin still and fuck her herself, moving her hips at a fast pace, pussy swallowing the alpha’s cock whole.

The moans she couldn’t control spilled out, so cock hungry, extremely blissed out by her wants.

And she loved everything about it because it rewarded her with another desperate and pathetic moan from Jimin. The alpha finally moved her hips, going in and out of her like a piston, not slowing down, not showing any more mercy.

Minjeong knew this was going to break her. That she was going to feel herself get destroyed by her own selfish pleasure.

Her eyes shot open when Jimin shoved her knot inside her again, locking her into place. But the alpha didn’t stop moving, continuously fucking her knot inside Minjeong’s needy cunt, spreading her so wide that felt herself trembling with such a stretch.

She came again. It happened so fast that she didn’t prepare herself again, her whole body was shaking, legs losing its strength, but Jimin’s strong arms had kept her in place.

Jimin came as well, giving one hard thrust that reached parts inside of Minjeong that she felt her entire inside be filled with Jimin’s cum.

And all of their movements finally came to a stop. Jimin dropped herself on top of her, panting so much, trying to catch her breath. Minjeong had no energy left inside of her that she couldn’t move her arms or legs. But she felt the dip on the table, making her realize that they broke it.

“Minjeong,” Jimin called out to her again in between her heavy panting. Minjeong tried to move her head, hoping that Jimin knew that she was listening. “I love you, Minjeong. I love you.”

There was a strong beat inside her chest.

It was new, and it felt right.

That it was meant to be said and Jimin was meant to say it.

With the little amount of energy Minjeong had left inside of her, she tilted her head to the side, kissing Jimin’s sweaty temple and smiled, completely exhausted.

And completely overwhelmed by the warmth blooming rapidly inside of her chest.

“Jimin, I love you.”

Minjeong stirred awake that morning, body feeling sore from the night before. She did a stretch, feeling her tail flick around as she did so, then she cuddled back into Jimin’s hold when her muscles were aching too much.

She wanted to complain about it, if she was being honest. Jimin was being rough, but she understood because the alpha’s senses were all muddled and clouded by her rut.

Which was only triggered by her own heat. Minjeong still felt flustered at the thought of it. The past few days of them constantly having sex was only because of something she knew she had but didn't know what to do with it.

At least, it was over. Or so what Minjeong believed. Either way, she felt somewhat elated to know that Jimin wasn't disgusted by her heat and that Jimin still felt the same way about her.

Even something more than what she expected.

It was interesting to her. The way Jimin was incredibly eager to assist her in her heat, that all of what they did triggered her rut. Was that normal?

She honestly felt like it was a huge thing.

Minjeong believed that Jimin enjoyed it as much as she did. But Minjeong was too shy to admit it. Maybe with a little coaxing she would, but not that moment.

The memories of the past few days made her smile. Having Jimin be possessive or try to battle her desires with wanting to be gentle with her, the way her hands printed marks on her skin, the bites, the kisses. Gods—how Minjeong loved receiving kisses from Jimin.

There was a sudden desire blooming inside of her, she wanted to shower Jimin with kisses as well. Carefully, she slowly turned in her position, making sure that she was still in Jimin’s embrace and she faced the alpha.

Minjeong couldn’t help but smile even wider.

Because there was one thing that Minjeong discovered throughout her time with Jimin. Despite the crass, explosive and aggressive behavior the alpha always had exhibited, these were the moments where she was nothing of the sort. That all of that could have made someone change their mind with how they looked at her because of this.

Jimin looked so cute when she was fast asleep.

The stark contrast of how she appeared when she scowled, shouted, and growled was completely different when the alpha was deep in slumber. Jimin was the embodiment of her true feelings; soft, harmless and extremely adorable. Minjeong felt blessed that she was the one who was graced by this in the mornings. And it was the perfect timing as well, because Minjeong would always wake up a little later than Jimin.

But she always wondered why Jimin looked so angry. Jimin was too gorgeous to always have her eyebrows scrunched together like that.

If only there was a way for Minjeong to do something about it. She was well aware that she couldn’t do it all the time, but maybe, somewhere deep down inside, she had the ability to do so. It could be because of how their relationship had progressed to make her believe in such a thing.

Minjeong carefully lifted up her hand and pressed the pad of her thumb ever so gently on Jimin’s brow. It was soft, the small hairs, the way her skin felt. Minjeong blushed all of a sudden, she was starting to love this feeling. So, she caressed the brow, using her thumb to press gently onto it. She silently chanted in her head how much she wanted Jimin to feel less frustrated and angry.

Her thoughts were taken away when Jimin suddenly moved, making her flinch and almost retracted her hand, but Jimin suddenly nuzzled her forehead towards her touch, making her palm cup a part of Jimin’s head.

She blushed again. Jimin was still fast asleep, but it looked like she was purring in her touch.

What an adorable alpha Jimin was.

Minjeong loved it. She would love to have more mornings like this.

Maybe this was what Jimin meant when she said that she was enamored by her. That she felt something much more. Because Minjeong was starting to understand what Jimin was telling her.

Jimin was in love with her.

And maybe this was her realizing that she really was falling in love.

Jimin woke up a little earlier that morning.

The fur on Minjeong’s soft ears had tickled her nose, the hybrid sleeping soundly in her embrace. It made her smile, sinking into the lovely feeling of having the love of her life in her arms.

From the little peak from the drapes, she could tell that it was still dawn. The sky had a lighter hue, still dark blue but it showed that the sun was about to rise.

She could still sleep in. The smell of strawberries had become her home, and she found solace in it, knowing that these were the moments she felt safe, at peace and completely loved.

Jimin realized that she had never experienced this before. But it was better than she expected. Better than nothing because she came in with zero expectations. She was just glad she made this decision.

It was just crazy how she could feel two intense feelings at the same time.

She could still hear it in her head, spreading through her chest. The way that Minjeong said the three words back, while she was drunk in ecstasy and when she had said it sober. The latter had always been the best one.

Minjeong was in love with her.

Jimin smiled widely, eyes still closed, head snuggling in her pillows as she embraced Minjeong a little tighter. She wondered why she was missing out on this for the majority of her life. Feeling loved was amazing. Much more because she was receiving love from Minjeong.

Her hybrid, her lover, her everything.

And she had been everything that Jimin had unknowingly desired. Minjeong was an excellent lover, despite her inexperience, or that she was learning these things for the first time.

Jimin didn't expect that the hybrid's heat had triggered her rut. It was the kind of situation that would lead her to making an abrupt appointment with their doctor, asking them what was going on with her body as it had never happened before.

But Jimin thought it made sense. The intense yearning, the way she had wanted Minjeong in several ways, both intimate and sexual and everything in between.

The mere memory of Minjeong in her blissed out state, how her expressions had changed, how her voice sounded different, how some words were only meant to be shared in their own space, and no one was there to hear it. Jimin wanted to replay each memory like it was the first time again. She wanted to hear Minjeong's moans, feel her lips, taste her slick, be bruised by her long fingers, digging into her skin.

She could hear it all over again.

How Minjeong called out to her, chanting her name like a spell, begging endlessly how she wanted Jimin. That she wanted Jimin to do more, to go harder and faster. Even when the hybrid was exhausted, she still called out to her. The scent of strawberries that Jimin was happy to suffocate in.

Jimin shifted in her spot on the bed, tugging Minjeong's sleeping form close to her.

Her brows furrowed. She was getting hard again. The intense feeling of her love for Minjeong was just the same as her intense desires for the hybrid's beautiful body.

She wanted to taste it again. Her rut was running the show once more. A sexual want that Jimin had always possessed, now it was bound for life, only wanting to be satiated by one hybrid alone.

But she didn't want to wake her lover up when the sun was about to rise. They had been up all night, fucking each other mindlessly until Jimin unloaded inside of her. She wanted to do it again.

Jimin was completely hard, and it was starting to bother her.

Maybe there was something she could do to alleviate such a sinful feeling.

Minjeong wouldn't mind, right? Jimin could always apologize if she woke up. She just wanted to do something about it.

With careful movements, she removed her arm from Minjeong's waist, using her hand to pull down her trousers and release her cock from its confines. And without thinking, she had rubbed the shaft carefully against Minjeong's exposed legs, quietly moaning at the softness of the touch.

She gritted her teeth. This wasn't enough.

Before she knew it, her cock was snug between Minjeong’s thighs, so soft around her shaft, just a simple thrust could threaten Jimin into tipping over the edge, but she didn’t want that yet. She wanted to feel more of Minjeong’s thighs.

Was this shameful? Would this be okay? Minjeong wasn’t awake for her to ask, but the scent of strawberries were flooding her lungs and thoughts of their sex was making Jimin completely delirious, completely drunk in her rut.

Hands slithered from the hybrid’s waist down to the expanse of her legs. In their position, Jimin could only use one hand, so she pressed Minjeong’s thigh, a feeble attempt to make the grip on her cock a little tighter.

It wasn’t enough, but Jimin couldn’t control herself anymore. She moved her hips slowly, breathing and moaning out pathetically behind Minjeong, who was still deep in slumber.

She was panting, vision starting to blur with the half satisfaction of her cock being rubbed, but she couldn’t stop. If anything she wanted more.

Unable to control herself, Jimin gripped onto Minjeong’s thigh a little tighter and her hips went off, cock sliding through the hybrid’s thighs, making sure she didn’t hit Minjeong to stir her awake.

Her cock twitched, aching for something more. Jimin loved Minjeong and everything about her, but she wanted more, more than what the hybrid’s lovely thighs could give.

The hybrid’s tail started to move, twitching a bit at the gentle contact of Jimin’s stomach moving forward inch by inch. Her hips slowed down, still pushing her cock between Minjeong’s thighs. The sight of the blondish white hair made her curious, so she reached to touch it once more, remembering the times when she did and how Minjeong reacted to it.

It grazed gently over her palm; the softness of her fur tickled her and Minjeong started to stir in bed. Jimin knew that the more she did this, it was going to make the hybrid wake up. But a part of her wanted her to. She was getting impatient.

Jimin started to thrust again, while her hand was gently caressing Minjeong's soft tail. Her body moved a little more, hearing the sheets rustle underneath where their bodies were connected. She allowed her fingers to feel more of Minjeong's fur, caressing it even more, tugging it a bit, thrusting her cock through the milky thighs again and again.

She didn't realize it, but she was already losing her self-control, and she had no way to stop it. Jimin tugged Minjeong's tail once more, not knowing her strength again and that finally got Minjeong to be shaken awake.

The hybrid twitched harshly, head thrown back and hitting Jimin's chest as she let out a moan. What a beautiful thing to hear in the morning.

Minjeong's hands gripped onto the pillow, spilling her voice onto it. “J-Jimin—” she moaned again when Jimin started thrusting a little faster. “W-What are you doing?”

Jimin finally released Minjeong's tail, wrapped her arm around Minjeong's waist and pulled her closer, hips moving back and forth. She kissed Minjeong on the head. “Good morning, sunshine,” she greeted her with small grunts, feeling her cock twitch at the friction. It really wasn't enough. “I'm sorry, I can't hold it in. You smell so good.”

The hybrid moaned in response, hands clutching onto anything as Jimin started rubbing her hard cock over Minjeong's already wet cunt. Her folds were covered in slick, ready to be speared into once more.

That thought alone had finally snapped the thin line of Jimin's control.

Jimin flipped them around, making Minjeong lay on her back, her eyes still trying to wake up but cheeks were already flushed and legs spread just for her.

Her cock twitched again, the tip already leaking precum. But there was something about Minjeong, again, that made Jimin hungry. Her small body was perfect, skin so smooth, breasts perky with her already hardened nipples. The sight alone made her salivate again.

She hovered over Minjeong, spreading her legs wide to accommodate her, head dipping downwards to press soft kisses on her chest. Minjeong let out a breathy moan, her own hands reaching up to brush them through Junior hair. One soft kiss was placed, then another, and another and another. Lips trailing onto soft, milky skin, so ripe with the scent of strawberries. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, licking onto spots that she had loved to taste.

Jimin wasn't sure where she was going, or what she had planned to do, all she knew was that she needed to taste Minjeong in any way possible. So her kisses, just like the first time and the multiple times that followed after, had journeyed onto the expanse of Minjeong's body.

From her neck, down to her collarbone, to the upper valley of her small, yet perfect breasts, a nipple would be devoured and teased, sucked onto and nibbled. And when Jimin had enough, she would venture onward, towards the middle of her abdomen, kissing onto it, while her hands covered the rest with gentle caresses.

And once Jimin felt even more impatient, she would snug her torso in between Minjeong's legs, letting them rest onto her broad shoulders, dipping in between, laying even more kisses on the inner parts of her thighs. Each kiss was lighter than the previous ones.

She loved doing this, even if her erection was ignored and untouched, there was a certain pleasure that she could receive when she heard the sounds of Minjeong's moans. The way it drawled out when she used her tongue, or how her hands would thread through Jimin's hair and grip it sharply when her lips were so close to Minjeong's warm center.

The smell was more pungent, and Jimin wasted no more time, reaching forward and swiping through Minjeong's wet slit with the flatness of her tongue.

“A-aah!” Minjeong cried out, hands holding onto Jimin's head tightly. She hummed, loving how the hybrid was trying her best not to use her grip again. But that only made Jimin want to tease her even more.

She secured Minjeong's hips with her hands, trapping them onto the bed as she continued her lustful ministrations.

Minjeong tasted so good, her slick was dripping, soaking her tongue and gushing out more into her mouth. She suckled, teased and licked. All just to taste more of her hybrid. She folded her arms again, reaching towards Minjeong's folds and spreading them open, giving herself more access to her morning treat.

Her cock was throbbing endlessly, desperate to feel any kind of friction, but settled with rubbing herself onto the sheets. That could wait for later. Because at that moment, Jimin wanted Minjeong to cum shamelessly onto her mouth.

Jimin stuck out her tongue further onto Minjeong's folds, the tip already reaching towards the swollen nub. She started teasing, from light flicks to circular motions until she flattened her tongue once more, coaxing Minjeong to follow each movement.

The encouragement had worked, because of the way that Minjeong was grabbing onto her head, moving her hips up and down, creating more friction on Jimin's tongue. The hybrid was starting to shamelessly hump herself onto Jimin and she loved it.

Minjeong's pace had quickened, the sloppy movements were present, looking so desperate to chase after her climax. Jimin helped her, moving her head in time with Minjeong's hips, the tip of her tongue teasing her clit.

And maybe it all happened too fast because before she knew it, Minjeong stilled for the first time that day, moaning out loud, body shaking from the release.

Jimin hummed in delight, the taste of slick was so rich inside her mouth, and it got her even more riled up.

She didn't bother waiting for Minjeong to calm down, calmly pulling herself away from her original spot, replacing it by letting Minjeong wrap her legs around her waist and sliding her hard cock easily inside of the hybrid's needy and still trembling cunt.

Minjeong moaned out, louder than earlier, throwing her head sideways at the stretch. Jimin watched intently, witnessing how her own erection was spreading the hybrid's lips so wide, and flushed inside.

The feeling was too good, too much for Jimin to stay calm.

It was her rut taking over already, cock beginning to aggressively piston in and out of Minjeong's pussy, hands grabbing onto the small waist as she pulled Minjeong down at each thrust.

Jimin couldn't hear anything anymore, her ears only heard of Minjeong's lovely cries, the slapping of their skins together, the sound of her own labored breathing.

Her hips kept on going, reaching into the deepest parts of Minjeong, feeling the walls of her cunt tighten at each stroke. There was something about Minjeong's body that had bewitched Jimin, the way that she tasted, or how she felt around her cock, the sounds of her voice, the way she kissed Jimin when she was drunk in ecstasy.

There was nothing more that she wanted, she just simply wished that every single moment like this was shared with Minjeong. And even if Minjeong had shown her feelings, and each one was returned wholeheartedly, Jimin always, always, always wanted Minjeong to feel the same way.

How intense their love was, how compatible their bodies were, how they were destined to be each other's mates, tied by the power of their bond, by Jimin's love for her. That Jimin surrendered willingly into Minjeong's feelings, touches and words.

Each and every move, thrust, and kiss she made was nothing but love. How she moved deep within Minjeong, how their bodies had molded so perfectly together. How each cry, moan, climax that Minjeong had experienced was a gift to Jimin and she couldn't ask for anything more.

Maybe her mind was all over the place, because she only wished to have Minjeong in every shape and form, in any position and surface possible.

After Minjeong's second climax, Jimin had her on her belly, body tucked securely underneath her as her cock was still driving deep within the small cunt, thrusting at a brutal pace, seeking for another orgasm, wanting to be secured by such.

And when Minjeong had reached her peak for the third time, Jimin had her on her lap, hugging her tightly as she drove her cock inside her again, wanting to feel so much more than what she did earlier. Maybe that was a trait Jimin could never grow out of. How greedy she was. Because even if Minjeong had surrendered herself multiple times, Jimin wanted more.

Her desires were spewing out, her own scent lingered in the air, combining into Minjeong's sweet, strawberry ones. Something that she had always loved ever since the start.

The cries were endless, the moaning had never ceased, the words that Minjeong uttered, begging her into contradiction. That she wanted Jimin to keep going, to make her feel even more pleasure, or how she suddenly asked her to stop and that she needed to rest.

A part of her felt guilty, because she had no desire to stop, seeking out her own pleasure that only Minjeong could satiate.

She was looking down at Minjeong, face contorted in her pleasures, perky breasts bouncing up and down from each thrust that Jimin made. Her cock was twitching, she wanted to breed into Minjeong once more, wanting to shamelessly watch her thick cum dripping out of the hybrid's cunt.

It was shameless. But she loved it.

Minjeong was desperately trying her best to hold onto her arm, saliva drooling out of her mouth, eyes so dazed she couldn't concentrate. Jimin didn't lose her pace, only thrusting even faster, enjoying how Minjeong's walls were still trembling from the recent orgasm.

When Jimin shifted herself in the bed, hands bruising Minjeong's hips, she got access to another angle and thrusted again. Once Minjeong threw her head backwards, she hit the same spot again and again.

Her hybrid let out broken cries, her pussy was clenching onto Jimin's shaft, body shaking from hitting her climax once more. It made Jimin grunt, loving the feeling of how her pussy felt right after, tightening, clenching, throbbing.

She couldn't stop. Jimin was close, but she wanted to keep going, she didn't want to stop it.

Nails started to scratch her arm, and Minjeong looked at her in desperation, begging with her eyes. “J-Jimin…too much—ahh! Too much, is’too much, Jimin, s-stop—“

Jimin could only smile softly, a sheer contrast to what her hips were doing, making her cock piston in and out at a brutal pace. Minjeong moaned even louder, body shaking underneath Jimin. She reached down, kissing her hybrid's temple. “I know, baby, I know. But you can keep going, right?” She cooed, kissing the same spot again and again. “It feels good, right baby? Just one more, just for me, please?”

She always knew that the pet names and the words of gentle encouragement did something to Minjeong. Especially with the way that her small body started to twitch uncontrollably, head thrown back again, then thrown from side to side.

Fuck, she wanted to hear more. She wanted more from Minjeong.

It was closing in, the swell on the base of her cock, the familiar feeling of her knot forming, ready to plunge into Minjeong's pretty little cunt. Minjeong moaned out, voice hoarse again. “A-aah…J-Jimin—“

Minjeong probably could give her one more, right? They could cum together like always. Because that was what Jimin wanted, and she honestly couldn't control herself even if she forced herself to. She loved Minjeong, but she also loved this pleasurable feeling she shared with Minjeong.

Her hand reached up, tossing Minjeong's messy, blonde hair away, exposing her neck and she dipped in, teeth grazing a new spot to bite.

“You’re a good girl, right?” Jimin whispered, tongue grazing the skin, tasting the strawberries inside her mouth, hips still moving back and forth, pushing her cock in and out with increasing momentum.

Minjeong suddenly reached upwards, weakly circling her arms around Jimin's neck, and she lowered to meet Minjeong halfway and suddenly, there was a bite. Jimin grunted, grinning at how the hybrid could be bold enough to do something like this even when she was fucked out of her mind.

She wasn't sure what was happening, or what Minjeong wanted to say or moan out. It was incoherent, garbled, and Jimin loved it. Minjeong was close again, and Jimin knot was fully inflated. Jimin desperately wanted to keep going, but with the way Minjeong's cunt was choking her dick so well, she couldn't anymore.

With one last thrust, her knot was pushed in with a pop, making Minjeong surrender herself once more, body shaking and trembling from another climax. She twitched harshly as Jimin quickly sank her teeth into the fragile skin, marking her omega once more and unloaded herself inside.

Jimin grunted with each spurt, feeling her cum fill up Minjeong's still tight pussy. But even as she remained still, allowing Minjeong to ride out her high, the dampness between them was prominent, gushing out and they were completely drenched.

Minjeong squirted and they didn't even notice.

That made her smile.

Jimin finally released her neck, licking onto the rare bite mark that was a beautiful addition to her skin. She kissed it in between licks, and smiled again, caressing Minjeong's head with her free hand. “Good girl, Minjeong,” she whispered, kissing her once more while they nuzzled each other. “Such a good girl.”

The sun was high above them that late morning. Jimin was outside, preparing for a big raid since she had been out of commission for almost two weeks given that her rut had happened right when Minjeong was in heat.

It was a lot of sex and resting for her and Minjeong. But she didn’t mind. She loved her mornings waking up with her hybrid in her arms, the sweet scent of strawberries wafting through the air, staining her sheets. Or mornings where Minjeong was up first and Jimin woke up with her face being riddled with soft lips on her face and mouth, then giggles would fill the room because Jimin would tug her closer and tickle her by nosing her neck.

The entire thing felt like a fever dream.

That in one moment, Jimin was drowned in thoughts and feelings for Minjeong. That the only thing that she could think of was taking Minjeong's hand in marriage, and spending the rest of their lives entangled in each other. Because she was stupidly in love with Minjeong, and the feelings have finally been returned.

And intense emotions came with intense actions. Their kisses have always been passionate, to a point where their lips would be so swollen and rare it started to hurt, or how her mouth had tasted almost all of Minjeong's skin, all her erogenous zones, every part that made her hybrid sing out lovely moans. Then they would get so lost in the moment, when Jimin would be balls deep inside of Minjeong, fucking her until she couldn't feel her legs anymore.

Jimin honestly was surprised with herself. Back then, she never really cared about what happened after she came. When she had energy left, which was most of the time, she would have kicked the omega or the beta out of her tent the moment she was done with them. Sometimes, it would even be with an alpha that was too much of a pussy to even call themselves an alpha.

Everyone used to be beneath her. She only cared about what she wanted to get and once she had it, these people were nothing to her. And it had been like that for the longest time.

Not until she met Minjeong.

Even when she was exhausted, she would pepper Minjeong with kisses, patiently waiting for her to calm down before pulling out, then Jimin would carefully clean her up, then they would fall asleep in each other's arms.

And when she did have energy, Jimin would draw a bath and wash the hybrid herself, making sure she felt clean, and relaxed. Washing her hair, removing all stains and liquids off her fur and some on her skin. Even making the effort in brushing Minjeong just the way Yizhuo did.

Each morning, she would find herself waking up in a slight panic, only because she was scared that Minjeong had left her. Her arms would twitch, needing to feel the weight of the hybrid, or she would sniff the air, making sure the smell of strawberries were still there. Then she would draw Minjeong close and hold her even tighter.

Yizhuo’s initial threat had really done a number to her. Jimin had been finding many ways to convince Minjeong to never decide to leave.

But on mornings where Minjeong was the first to rise, and decided to spend her time waiting for Jimin to wake up was when she would feel her heart the most.

Maybe that was more than enough to convince Jimin that Minjeong wanted to stay. And gods above would only know how much Jimin was in love with Minjeong.

But alas, the time they spent together, soaked in their pheromones had to come to an end. Minjeong’s mind had been a bit clearer, she was back to normal and Jimin’s rut had finished as well. That only meant that Jimin had to go back to her duties, which she hated the most.

Because all she wanted to do was spend each and every aching moment with Minjeong, showered in love and kisses, skin to skin, feeling her around her cock once more, or even just to have her unravel in pleasure, listening to her sweet moans.

If only Yizhuo didn’t butt in. Then again, the omega made a point. Minjeong needed to recuperate, take in more nourishment and finally be taught about her body and how her heat worked.

It seemed obvious that Minjeong had no idea what was happening and simply reacted to what her body was telling her. Jimin just felt lucky enough that it reacted towards her and not to another alpha.

Minjeong loved her.

She huffed in triumph.

No one was going to take that away from her.

At least Yizhuo was there.

Jimin heard Aeri enter the barracks, dropping off a crate on the side, it was filled with weapons and explosives. Enough to last them the week.

They had planned this raid for a while, traveling a little farther south east from their land, through rainforests that scurry off into a more treacherous cold. Nothing like the north. So being prepared was essential. The creatures and bandits that inhabited the area were not to be taken for granted.

Resources there were abundant and if they didn’t act soon, they would be the first group to hit the area.

Jimin just wished it wouldn’t be a week. She was going to miss Minjeong terribly and she was confident that Minjeong had felt the same.

“Stop sulking,” Aeri said suddenly and that caught Jimin off guard.

She snapped her head at her partner, scowling already. “I’m not.”

Aeri didn’t bother looking at her, busy inspecting their rifles. “I can smell you from here.”

Jimin caught herself, clenching her jaw, feeling completely embarrassed. Guess the thought of Minjeong really did lower her guard. Her heart was weak but only for her hybrid.

She shook her head. The sooner they got this done, the sooner she killed everyone and took everything they needed, the sooner she could come home and spend the rest of the days with Minjeong. She stepped a little closer to Aeri, watching her. “All set?”

“Ready for tomorrow,” Aeri confirmed, throwing the last rifle she checked in the crate. They didn’t say anything right after, it was only when the other alpha leaned in and took a whiff of her that got Jimin’s attention. She winced. “You smell like a fruit, by the way.”

Jimin raised a brow. “Are you telling me I smell like an actual fruit or a gay person?”

“Both?” Aeri shrugged. Jimin simply shook her head in response, not wanting to indulge in petty conversations with Aeri again. But before she could even make her leave, Aeri nudged her playfully by the elbow. “But it is nice to finally see you leave that fucking tent.”

For once, Jimin didn’t find the statement irritating, she actually smiled and scoffed lightly, suddenly finding the gun in front of her more amusing than anything. “Only abiding by the laws of nature.”

“Of course, you fucking pervert,” Aeri said, laughing right after. Jimin didn’t mind anymore. Maybe being forced to apologize to Aeri was enough for her to know she shouldn’t be picking fights anymore.

Minjeong really had such a hold of her. Not like she minded. She would always listen to her mate.

Aeri nudged her again. “I’m assuming that post-clarity coitus has finally reached Minjeong?”

She nodded her head. ”Yes, and Yizhuo is currently teaching her everything about her heat and how to deal with it,” she explained, placing the magazine back in the gun and then placing it back down on the table.

Aeri turned around, leaned her back on the table and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re seriously nothing without Yizhuo.”

Jimin nodded again. “I know.”

That seemed to have caught Aeri by surprise, based on how her body went rigid and the shifty eyes she was doing. “Like, you’d be clueless if she wasn’t helping you,” she said again, as if trying to provoke Jimin.

She still didn’t budge, painfully aware of what Aeri was trying to do. But she kept a sincere expression. “Yes, I know.”

“That’s it? No argument?” Aeri questioned, completely unconvinced by her answer.

Again, Jimin was surprised at how calm she was even if Aeri's facial expression was starting to push her buttons. All it took was one lovely memory of Minjeong for her to not get angry. She shook her head again, keeping a straight face. “No, I genuinely agree with you.”

The alpha blinked, looking completely shocked. But then she smirked. “Minjeong sure has a hold on you.” She dropped her hand on Jimin’s shoulder and patted it twice. Then held out her hand. “First she made you apologize to me in person, and now she’s making you not insult me or Yizhuo—“

Jimin snapped her head at Aeri and growled. Her patience was reaching its limit already. “If you keep pushing it I will gladly disappoint Minjeong one last time.”

Aeri still laughed, retracting her hands and putting them up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Just trying to savor this moment.”

And finally, Aeri stopped talking, Jimin was very thankful for that.

With everything all checked, the two left the barracks, weapon crates in hand as they loaded it in their vehicles. Jimin took a good look around, her base was buzzing, all her people were preparing for the raid and reinforcing the walls in case of attacks while they were gone. But Jimin had little to no worries regarding that. Since the ones that were usually left to protect their base had always successfully warded off enemies from different tribes and factions.

Their walls were impenetrable. Jimin didn't have to worry.

She hoped.

Minjeong was going to be left behind again, and she made it clear to everyone that they wouldn't survive another night if she found out that there would be a single scratch on Minjeong.

Everyone knew. So they should be prepared, or Jimin would kill everyone.

The sight of Yizhuo leaving her tent made her perk up. She wanted to smile, knowing that Minjeong was finally available to be accompanied.

“Yizhuo is done, I’ll head back to Minjeong,” Jimin quickly said, not waiting for a response from Aeri and ran uphill towards her tent.

She could smell the strawberries from where she was, given that the wind was blowing towards her and everything could be sensed so quickly. Minjeong was excited to see her too.

Yizhuo was well aware of it, with her usual grimace that turned into an understanding smile accompanied with a shake of her head.

“She’s waiting for you,” Yizhuo said the moment Jimin arrived. The omega raised a brow at her and smirked. “And I can tell you’re excited to see her as well.”

Jimin tried to hold her excitement, but Yizhuo probably could smell her already. But she really couldn’t. The morning spent without Minjeong felt like an eternity and she very much would like to alleviate her feelings by reuniting with her hybrid.

“I'll be gone for a week,” Jimin stated, trying not to be rude. “You'll be having her the whole time, so I want to see her already. If anything, you took too long.”

Yizhuo scoffed, an amused look on her face. “You'll thank me later.” The omega didn't explain anymore and walked away.

Jimin stood there dumbly, trying to comprehend what Yizhuo just said. What did she mean by that?

The scent of strawberries hit her nostrils again and that immediately snapped her out of it. She quickly entered the tent, brain shutting off and feet immediately leading her to the hybrid standing by the bed, arms swooping her up and lips pressing repeatedly on her face.

Minjeong started giggling, her scent was there, her tail was wagging, and her fingers had gently caressed Jimin’s shoulders like a habit.

A lovely one.

Jimin hugged her tight, allowing her torso to be wrapped up by Minjeong’s legs, nose rubbing onto the hybrid’s neck, inhaling the smell of strawberries deeply, then leaving feather-like kisses onto it, making Minjeong giggle even more.

“It was only an hour,” Minjeong said cutely.

That made Jimin huff. “Felt like forever.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Minjeong answered back, grabbing Jimin by the cheeks and laying soft kisses on her nose then to her lips. It was as if the hybrid knew exactly how to alleviate Jimin’s neediness.

And she loved it. The attention, the affection, the kisses that were given just for her. There was nothing more that she wanted. Her mind had been filled with Minjeong, her skin that tickled and ached just for the hybrid, and how her heart had soared many, many times at the mere existence of this creature.

If only words had more meaning, or actions could show more than what is humanly possible. Jimin needed to let Minjeong know how much she meant to her because nothing could come close.

And if Jimin was overreacting and dramatic because she didn’t want to be apart from Minjeong for even just a second then so be it. Jimin would be that, twice, thrice, ten times as much. She wasn’t ashamed anyway.

She loved Minjeong. And she abhorred the idea of being away from her. A full week to be exact. An hour away would have been torture for Jimin already.

“Wait,” the hybrid suddenly said, releasing her grasp from Jimin and trying to climb down. Jimin didn’t let go, refused to. “Jimin.”

“Why?” Jimin asked, only holding her tighter but Minjeong resisted.

Minjeong giggled again, pushing Jimin away, already detaching herself from her. “Jimin, please. Just one moment.”

She pouted. Not liking the distance Minjeong put between them. But she obeyed because Minjeong might have something important to share.

Jimin carefully placed her down, watching intently as Minjeong fixed herself and then looked up, tail wagging from side to side, her white ears perking.

“Sit,” she suddenly told Jimin, pointing at the bed. Her brows shot up, completely shocked at the sudden request. Or was it a command?

She looked at Minjeong tentatively, glancing back at the bed but not moving. “Excuse me?”

Her response probably made Minjeong upset, because her cute smile suddenly turned into a scowl, cheeks all puffed up and her brows knitted together. She grabbed Jimin’s hand, shook it a bit and pointed at the bed again. “Jimin, please sit.”

Amusing. Back then it was Jimin who was commanding Minjeong to sit whenever she wanted her to. Testing the obedience of a dog. But how the tables have turned for her. Her little hybrid asked in the most adorable way possible to sit on the bed.

It made her smirk, and she wanted to tease. So, she refused to move, quietly observing Minjeong. Seeing if Minjeong understood that she didn’t want to listen.

After many attempts or trying to tug her arm and ask her again, Minjeong huffed, then she placed her palms on Jimin’s stomach and pushed her a bit.

Still nothing.

Minjeong scrunched her face cutely as she tried her best to make Jimin sit on the bed, grunting a little bit and that made her smile.

She decided to remain playful and not move an inch, despite Minjeong’s great efforts to push her. She loved the way Minjeong was trying so hard to do it, even if she knew she had no physical power over her.

The hybrid probably understood what was happening and shot her head up to look at Jimin with a pout.

Then she started whining.

“Jimiiiin,” the hybrid started, prolonging the syllables of her name so cutely that she wanted to bite Minjeong for being too adorable. Minjeong started pushing her again, mumbling and pleading quietly.

Jimin finally succumbed to whatever it the hybrid was doing and dropped herself on the bed, but not without grabbing Minjeong by the waist and pulling her close.

“Baby, what’s going on?” Jimin asked, curious. Minjeong finally smiled when she sat down, hands on her shoulders, but didn’t straddle her like usual. Jimin raised a brow at this. “Do you need something?”

Minjeong looked away from her for a moment, cheeks and ears turning red, she bit her lip before answering. “Yizhuo taught me things.”

She nodded, caressing Minjeong’s waist gently. “Yes, she has. For the past few days.” Then Jimin reached over to lay a kiss on Minjeong’s collarbone. “What did she teach you?”

The hybrid squirmed a bit, hands clutching onto her shoulder whenever she felt flustered. Jimin liked it whenever she did that, almost like a sign that she was doing the right thing and she successfully made Minjeong into a mess. It was something that she loved experiencing.

Minjeong didn’t say anything, she wasn’t even looking at Jimin, her eyes were focused on something, but Jimin wasn’t sure what it was.

“Baby—“

Her eyes went wide when Minjeong suddenly knelt down in front of her, hands resting over her thighs and then the hybrid looked up at her. “Yizhuo said I need to do something for you before you leave,” she said with a bit of a whine in her tone, acting all cute with a pout that made her look like a spoiled puppy. “You're going to be away all week and I'm going to miss you, and I want you to miss me too.”

From her position to the placement of her hands and with how Jimin understood the underlying tones of Minjeong’s words, she knew what was happening, but she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for it.

Minjeong’s ears twitched, tail wagging suddenly at the sight of a growing bulge inside of Jimin’s trousers.

Jimin was honestly surprised with the situation, from the amount of time that she had spent with Minjeong, she never gave any expectations for her hybrid to do something like this. Not even a simple thought, not a smidge nor second.

Maybe because the act of fellatio was a desire that Jimin had that made her carnal. It was evident from her past experiences that she had always been rough when she had a warm mouth around her cock.

And there was a reason why she never wanted to think about it with Minjeong. Because this was Minjeong, her lover, her everything. If the hybrid indulged Jimin in this, there would be a chance that her desires were going to grow and grow and grow. And if she didn’t have any control of it, what could possibly happen to Minjeong?

“Minjeong—“ her voice got caught in her throat the moment the hybrid had her soft hands over her clothed cock. Jimin was sitting down but her legs were buckling already.

The hybrid’s hand gave her cock a little squeeze, making Jimin lose rhythm in her breathing.

Shit.

She wanted more.

But if Minjeong was going to push through with this, Jimin wouldn’t be able to hold back.

The sounds of her buckles coming off made her look down at Minjeong, her brow perked, watching intently as Minjeong fumbled around, finding the button to her trousers and then working the zipper. Then she suddenly stopped, hand on top of Jimin's bulge once more.

“Do you like this?” Minjeong innocently asked, and Jimin wanted to explode. It was an inquiry, like her hybrid wanted to make sure before continuing.

But Minjeong had no idea how all of this was making her feel. Her inexperience was prolonging things and Jimin wasn't sure if she liked that or not. But the thought of Minjeong sticking a tongue out to use it on her cock was stuck in her head.

Her cock twitched, and Minjeong took notice, her eyes sparkled, as if she had discovered something new for the first time. The hybrid looked even more eager, her hand starting to use a little more pressure, rubbing her palm on the bulge a little more than earlier.

Minjeong finally took her hand away and Jimin could finally breathe. She was about to sit up but then the hybrid finally zipped her pants down and then tugged onto it, her cock was already exposed and with Minjeong's frantic movements, it sprung out, up and in attention, raring to go and wanting to be devoured.

Jimin felt a little bit of shame because of how both their scents were mixing in the air, all pungent and musky. Or that she didn’t expect to be rock hard from Minjeong's palm alone, and the amount of precum that was dripping from her needy cockhead.

The hybrid looked a little too eager so suddenly, tail swishing behind her, ears in attention and her eyes simply glued at the sight of an erect cock, waiting for her. Jimin thought this was amusing, her pride swelling at each moment that made her realize that her mate was craving for her. Jimin could taste it in her mouth, at the tip of her tongue, feel it in her fingertips. Minjeong wanted her, and it was mutual. It was always mutual.

Minjeong's hand finally moved, hand gently cradling her cock as if it was the first time she had seen it. The hybrid spoke little, maybe it was her way of wanting to concentrate, or bask in awe at this new lesson that Yizhuo taught her.

“That conniving little imp,” Jimin thought to herself when she realized what Yizhuo had planted into Minjeong's brain. But why would she complain in the first place? This was everything that she ever wante—

A moan was ripped out of her mouth when she felt the softest hands grip her so suddenly. Then it stopped and Minjeong whipped her head up, looking apologetic.

“Was that too hard?” Minjeong asked, eyes glistening.

Jimin's chest was heaving. This wasn't her first time receiving a hand job, why did it feel so different? And what had controlled her to make her elicit such a sound?

But she shook her head, trying her best to compose herself, her erection still throbbing at the need to be stroked by her lover. “It's okay, Baby.” She swallowed her spit. “Just… Don't stop, please.”

Minjeong nodded, made herself comfortable on her spot on the carpet and continued moving her hand slowly. Jimin leaned back, hands planted on the bed, darkened eyes glued to the sight before her. And when she finally allowed herself to relax, her senses were suddenly heightened. Minjeong simply stroked her languidly, the hesitance was present, but it didn't stop the hybrid from what she was doing.

Jimin wanted to say something. Something to coax Minjeong to be a little more daring, because Jimin wouldn't mind if her cock was being choked by the hands of her hybrid. She made it twitch, and to her delight, Minjeong picked up her pace. A free hand was placed on Jimin's still clothed thigh, the other jerking her in quicker movements.

She let out a low moan, like a rumble, accompanied by the release of her scent. Minjeong's tail moved around even faster, and so did her hands. The faster she moved her hands, the more erratic her grip had become and that made Jimin a little bit more satisfied.

And without Jimin expecting it, Minjeong opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and gave the tip of her cock a couple of kitten licks. That made Jimin throw her head back at the feeling, moaning louder.

Minjeong licked it again, and once more, tongue spreading kindly onto her leaking tip. The inexperience and sheer curiosity from the hybrid was enough to make Jimin want to explode. How her hand was starting to clench, pulling her cock closer, messily licking onto the head like it was some treat.

“M-More,” Jimin moaned out, hands clutching onto the bed, almost ripping it as she tried her best to keep herself from throwing her hands on Minjeong, not wanting to hurt her.

The hybrid, being ever so obedient, did what Jimin requested for. She opened her mouth wider, tongue fully sticking out, grazing it onto Jimin’s shaft, the parts where it wasn’t covered by her hand.

It was sloppy, and Jimin could feel the saliva everywhere, glistening on Minjeong's hand and mouth but she didn't care. She was really getting into it, with the way Minjeong's tongue felt on her cock for the first time, the addicting soft and dirty texture rubbing onto her shaft. The strawberries were there again. It was as if Minjeong was in heat again.

She heard Minjeong moan at each lick she made, hand moving gingerly to jerk her off again. It was like she was savoring the flavor of it, and Jimin wanted Minjeong to be addicted to the taste, that she wouldn't want her hybrid to want and crave for anyone else but her.

Minjeong suddenly pulled back, licking her lips and eyes still glued to her throbbing cock. Jimin was about to say something again, but she was caught off guard when Minjeong opened her mouth and swallowed her cockhead whole.

“Fuck—” Jimin hissed, the feeling of a warm mouth surrounding her was something she didn't expect. This wasn't the first omega to blow her off, but the fact that this was Minjeong doing it made it ten to twenty times better than what she had experienced.

It felt… So good.

So good.

But it was maddening.

How Jimin had to clench her fists onto the sheets, already hearing them rip from how tightly she was gripping them. Toes curling, mouth hanging open, labored moaning, or how she was trying her best to stay upright but the feeling of Minjeong sucking her cock was making her weak that she wanted to melt away.

She wanted to cum, blow her load inside of Minjeong's pretty little mouth, and make an absolute mess out of her. But was Minjeong going to let her? What did Yizhuo teach her? What was the extent of this lesson and how were they even able to go through that conversation without Minjeong burning into flames?

If anything, Jimin felt like she was going to combust. Especially with the way that Minjeong was starting to move her hand in time with her bobbing head, tongue swirling around the leaking tip, there was a twisting motion happening each time she moved her hand upwards and then would grip it even tighter when it slid down to the base.

Jimin threw her hand up, holding the back on Minjeong's head gently, fighting each and every urge to just push it down and let her hard cock reach for the back of the hybrid's throat. Her brow perked when she noticed the whitish blonde tail wagging behind Minjeong. Was it because she was holding her head?

She smirked, devilishly, with whatever was left of her self-control. Jimin started petting her, hands going through her hair, against the soft base of her ears. “Good girl,” she cooed, finally regaining her dominance over this. She sat up again, looking down at how diligent Minjeong was trying to suck and jerk her cock. Minjeong started moaning loudly as she continued, she twisted her wrist with more effort, tongue was swirling around, trying to suck the head even more.

Then a thought came to her, because if this was what Minjeong wanted to do to make Jimin miss her then maybe she could return the favor. But she had to test, because she didn't know what the hybrid's limits were when it came to this.

“Baby girl,” Jimin called to her, hand going under her chin and coaxing her to pull away. Minjeong did obediently, and when they looked at each other, Jimin wished she could have taken a photo or painted what she was looking at so she could have it ingrained into her mind forever.

Minjeong had teary eyes, mouth still hanging open, tongue sticking out a bit, panting. She suddenly whined. “W-What did I do?”

She chuckled, caressing Minjeong's cheek with the back of her finger. “You didn't do anything wrong,” she said gently. Then her hand moved again, cupping her chin and her thumb grazed the bottom of Minjeong's plump lips. “Open for me, please.”

The hybrid complied, opening her mouth.

“You tongue out, baby.”

And again, she complied, sticking her tongue out like the obedient little dog that she was. Jimin smirked, pride swelling at this. She grabbed her cock, still hard and throbbing, then gently grazed it over Minjeong's tongue, slapping it a bit. “I hope you don't mind, but tap my thigh if it's too much,” she instructed. But she couldn't wait for Minjeong to respond, just one garbled moan and she started moving her hips, rubbing the underside of her cock against Minjeong's tongue.

Minjeong looked like she was enjoying it. Her eyes were full of lust, cheeks kissed with the familiar blush, and the scent in the air was getting pungent again. Jimin kept going, movements going slower than usual, wanting to savor the feeling of Minjeong's tongue on her. Then, out of her impatience, she pushed Minjeong's head down, making the hybrid swallow her cock inside her mouth once more.

The sound Minjeong made her even more riled up, maybe slightly guilty because of the lack of warning. But she couldn't hold it in, she wanted more.

Minjeong braced herself, hands flying up to grip onto Jimin's thighs as her head was being used like a toy, but her mouth didn't stop working. She continued to suck, continued to use her tongue, allowing Jimin to move her head as she pleased.

Jimin grunted, feeling her cock twitch uncontrollably.

She was close.

But she didn't want to cum inside Minjeong's mouth. They haven't discussed it, and Jimin refused to be distasteful with her mate. When Minjeong had more control of her movements and was bobbing her head up and down relentlessly, Jimin knew she was teetering over the edge.

Not yet.

With careful movements, she stopped Minjeong, pulling her back again, making the hybrid gasp for air. Then Jimin, grabbed her dress, ripped it open, not caring if Yizhuo was going to be scolded for this again. She wanted Minjeong to be bare for her.

Minjeong probably understood immediately and quickly straddled Jimin's lap, both of them moving quickly, hurriedly aligning her cock and Minjeong sank down, bodies flushed together. They didn't even take a moment to savor the feeling of being connected once again, Minjeong started riding Jimin frantically, slamming her hips down after pushing herself up towards the tip, then they were flushed against her lap, pussy so drench and yet, it was still tight around Jimin. 

Jimin had a firm grip on her ass, hands anchoring her down as she moved her hips to fuck into her. The sound of their moans mixed in the air as well, both suddenly so drunk in each other, chasing a feeling that both of them wanted.

She was caught off guard when Minjeong suddenly grabbed her face with both her hands and was pulled downwards into a messy kiss. Jimin hated kissing anyone who gave her head because she refused to have the taste of herself in her mouth, but with this, she welcomed it immediately.

Minjeong tasted so good, the sound of her moans were being swallowed up so easily, tongues crashing onto each other like they haven't kissed in decades. If anything, kissing Minjeong like this made Jimin even more feral.

She loved it. She loved the feeling. She loved the taste. She loved the one that was kissing her so messily and with so much passion. She had to oblige, kiss her back with the same intensity. Jimin didn't care if her saliva was mixing into Minjeong's, or that her own precum was mixed in it too.

All she wanted was to taste her hybrid, kiss her while fucking her senselessly.

And before she knew it, her knot had inflated, and Jimin quickly pushed it inside of Minjeong's tight cunt, making the hybrid break their kiss to moan out. Body shaking and trembling. Her walls clenched and throbbed and that was enough to make Jimin cum.

“F-Fuck—” Jimin moaned out pathetically. Her own body twitched as more cum spilled out, unable to handle the feeling of Minjeong’s orgasm surrounding her cock.

They both finally stopped, Jimin cradled Minjeong close, still intertwined with each other. Minjeong hugged her close, reaching up to place soft kisses on her neck.

“Did you like it?” She suddenly asked and Jimin was caught off guard again.

Of course that was her first concern.

Jimin pulled away, leaning over to place a soft kiss on her face, one where her mole was located. “I loved it.”

“Yizhuo said you like that more than sex.”

She huffed. “Well, that’s not wrong but—“

“Why didn’t you ask me to do that before?” Minjeong asked again. The hybrid was looking at her with big eyes, tail starting to swish from side to side.

Jimin’s brow twitched. How could Minjeong look so adorable while still being impaled by her cock?

She let out a sigh. “Because I don’t know if you’ll enjoy it.”

Then Minjeong blinked, taking the time to think and then she cupped Jimin’s cheek and pulled her closer, their lips almost touching again. “I like it.” Then she caressed Jimin with her thumb, tilting her head to the side. “A lot, actually.”

Jimin felt her face burn up, cock showing no signs of going flaccid. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Minjeong said decisively. Like she was confident with her answer and that made Jimin’s chest swell. The hybrid then kissed the spot where her mole was underneath her lip. “I trust you.”

Her chest swelled again.

She didn’t say that the first time they met, her body language was obvious, especially with the memory of Minjeong crying so much from fear.

Suddenly, Minjeong was confidently saying that she trusted her. Jimin didn't expect to feel this much, and it was starting to overwhelm her in the best possible way. 

“I love you,” Jimin said, chasing Minjeong’s lips and kissing her. Minjeong was going to say it back, but Jimin pressed her lips even more.

Less words for now. Jimin just wanted to kiss her.

Minjeong felt the breeze through her hair and the fur on her back.

This was… exhilarating.

Her tail was tucked inside the coat Jimin had given her, ears folded neatly inside the helmet she was wearing, and her entire body was holding onto Jimin as she drove them through the paved roads of their home planet.

The Barrens, from what Minjeong remembered, had multiple ecosystems existing. Yizhuo explained that some parts have fresh greenery, multiple organisms living within the dense forests and underneath the soil. Minjeong remembered that clearly because it was where she landed when the yellow man’s ship had crashed and died. She was able to escape and survived two days hiding and eating the bugs that crawled around.

It was also where Jimin had discovered her. Minjeong could never forget that day.

Silly how she could laugh about it now. Despite how terrified she was back then and now she had the scary alpha wrapped around her finger, but she wouldn't say that out loud, she didn't need to anyway.

Then Yizhuo explained the areas that she hadn’t seen yet. Some parts were covered in sand, it was where the sun shined the brightest on their planet, but the fruit that grew within those parts were the best and that was where they usually traveled to get anything that wasn’t meat.

Then there was the Cold North, where there was a sudden shift from humidity to extreme colds. Snow covered the mountains, buildings that have frozen overtime and anyone could have died within five minutes of breach. She remembered how Jimin’s skin had remnants of the cold whenever she had traversed there. It made Minjeong worry because she didn’t want Jimin to freeze, and she knew how stubborn and ignorant her mate could be.

Where Jimin had taken her, was somewhere in the middle, as what the alpha had said. The temperature was stable, it wasn’t too hot, not too cold, just like the temperature she was used to back at home. On her planet.

“Everything okay there?” Jimin suddenly asked out loud, voice competing with the sound of the wind blowing against them and the roaring of the motorcycle’s engine.

It was only then she noticed that she had tightened her grip on Jimin, feeling the tension on her arms and basically squeezing the alpha’s waist.

Minjeong slowly loosened her grip but still held onto Jimin. She wasn’t sure how to respond but she knew that Jimin wouldn’t force one out of her. The alpha hummed, her rough hand rubbing onto her own, silently offering her comfort.

She was lucky, because Jimin understood what it was.

The memories. It was bittersweet.

These past months with Jimin had made her forget about her owners, but not completely. A part of her came to terms that they were reminders of her past, something that she would keep forever in her heart, but was also strong enough to move on from it.

Her masters were out there somewhere, living a life without her in their chambers, and replaced her with a better hybrid, someone more obedient and more desirable.

There was a part of Minjeong that wanted to believe that it was all a lie and everything was done by the yellow man. That he was the reason why she had been separated from her beloved owners.

But at the same time, she didn’t care anymore. She loved where she was, she finally felt happy that it happened to her. There was no way in this universe that was going to convince her that anywhere else was better than where she was with Jimin.

It was a slow process, how her fear had fizzled away bit by bit, the way that Jimin had tried so much to not lash out in anger or take advantage of her. Then how the alpha had tried to get her to warm up to her attempts of peace. Thinking back again, Minjeong was glad that Jimin never gave up. Or that Jimin had made her realize that there was so much more in her life that she could live.

If anything, she felt more alive.

And she loved it. She didn’t have any regrets.

Not a single one.

The motorcycle had slowed down, and Jimin had brought it to a stop. Minjeong looked up and eyes went wide when they were parked in front of a large plateau, with a large tree sitting on top, filled with violet colored leaves underneath the lavender skies.

Jimin kicked the stand of the motorcycle and maneuvered around to get off carefully. Minjeong observed quietly, still finding some of the human’s actions bizarre and all too new to comprehend.

She took off her helmet, then stepped closer to Minjeong to take off the one on her head, as usual, with gentleness and with a kiss. Minjeong smiled immediately when Jimin placed a soft one on top of her head the moment the alpha had fixed her blonde disarrayed hair, hand threading slowly through, fingertips caressing her ears, making it twitch and burn.

When Jimin was done, securing their helmets and all, she immediately opened her arms and waited. Minjeong knew what was going on, so she complied with no questions asked, climbing on Jimin, wrapping her arms around the alpha’s neck and holding tight as she began her walk.

Jimin held her securely with one arm, as she traversed the incline with ease. Minjeong didn’t say much at first, wanting to trust Jimin that whatever the alpha wanted to show her was going to be safe and worth it.

Maybe she could just close her eyes and wait patiently until they got up. But she felt the gravity do its course, hearing Jimin grunting, her arms clutching onto her body tighter and the both of them were getting higher and higher.

What was going on?

Minjeong opened her eyes for one moment and gripped onto Jimin tightly when she realized that they were ten meters above the ground already.

Jimin was looking up at a ledge but before she even made a move, she shifted Minjeong in her position and made her hug her torso, which she did immediately.

The alpha chuckled, kissing her cheek before she grabbed onto the ledge. “Hold on, okay?”

“Okay,” she said after a quick nod. There was no way in hell she was going to let go. Jimin had been climbing this steep slope for a while and the last thing Minjeong wanted to do was look down and let go. The sudden cold breeze got her attention and then she clenched her eyes shut. “Jimin, where are we going?” she asked, hands still gripping onto Jimin for dear life.

Jimin chuckled. “You’ll see.”

“I’ve never been out of your tent before,” Minjeong muttered, face snuggling into the crook of Jimin’s neck.”

Jimin’s skin was warm on hers, she heard a low rumble, and a chuckle came out of the alpha. “I know, baby girl. But this is going to be worth it.”

Minjeong settled with the response, deciding to just be patient and let Jimin take her to wherever it was they were heading to. She trusted Jimin anyway.

The air became lighter, the temperature felt a little cooler than it was when they arrived. Minjeong felt a bit relaxed, letting herself be carried away while Jimin made little to no effort climbing the ledges of the plateau, jumping from small crevices, climbing higher and higher up until they finally had reached the top.

With one last swing, they made it. Minjeong whipped her head to look around and the sight alone was breathtaking.

It felt like they were at the highest peak, the mountains that seemed to have engulfed the skies were nothing but smaller specks in the horizon. From where they were standing, she could see the familiar line of smoke that came from Jimin's base, right where the pack was at. From another distance, she could see where the biomes transformed from grass to sand, then from sand to lava.

And when she had looked towards the direction that Jimin was facing, there was a tree. A large one, roots protruding from the ground, spreading in all directions against the grass that had filled the surface of the plateau. The trunk was larger than anything she had seen, with leaves covering each branch with an array of colors that she had never seen before.

It was unharmed, bearing no fruit, still alive, and absolutely beautiful.

“Wow,” she breathed out, taking everything in.

This was definitely different from her home. From what Min-Min's large garden had looked like. Different types and species of flowers covered the ground along with the strange colored grass that had surrounded everything. There was no dirt in sight, everything was just filled with nothing but life.

Jimin placed her gently onto the grass, the flowers that had been pressed underneath her feet and grown for some magical reason, blooming in between her toes. A continuous flow of life, just beneath her. She took one step forward, feeling the breeze within her dress because of how fast her tail was wagging, curious at this new discovery. The flowers were following her every step, and then she took another and another and another. It was soft underneath the sole of her feet, tickling her with such an unfamiliar texture that she didn't want to do anything but just feel every single bit of it.

It was amazing.

“It’s the only part of The Barrens that has been preserved, not touched by war nor plunder,” Jimin explained, taking steps onto the patch of grass with her bare feet, Minjeong didn't realize that she had taken off her shoes. She stood next to Minjeong, taking her hand gently and smiled. “Have you seen something like this on your planet before?”

“No,” Minjeong said softly, tightening her grip on Jimin's hand and then they started walking towards the large tree. Each step they took felt like magic, that even with the tyrants steps, the flowers had welcomed each one like it was home. Automatically accepting Jimin's touch and suddenly Minjeong wanted to know what Jimin looked like if she was covered in flowers.

It made her think that Jimin herself was a beautiful flower. Like… A blue one. Something that she had seen in Min-Min's study, it was always in a beautiful ivory vase, surrounding other flowers. It was blue. But she forgot the name. She just knew that it was always there whenever Chi-Chi came home with a bouquet, just for Min-Min. Her master always had the biggest smile on her face whenever she received those flowers.

Minjeong could never forget the blue flowers that were in it. They were beautiful, mesmerizing. Something that she had never really seen before because of the way the petals looked, or how it smelled.

Maybe that was why Jimin reminded her of that flower. The flower reminded her of her old home, something that she could never go back to. But maybe Jimin was that flower to her now because… Jimin was her new home. And Minjeong didn't want to be taken away anymore.

They had finally reached the tree, and it was larger than she had ever imagined, her hand gently touching the trunk, admiring its texture and how she could feel something within it. Their planet was so much more than what she had imagined it to be. And it was crazy to think that something like this had existed in so much madness.

Jimin led her to one of the large roots that stood up from the ground and they both sat on it. Minjeong immediately sank into Jimin's side, hands and fingers intertwined with each other, and they did nothing but breathe the fresh air and looked out at the horizon. Watching in awe as the planet of The Barrens were right in front of them.

A thought came to her, and Minjeong felt a little chatty. “I was never allowed outside the palace. But I used to stargaze at it with Min-Min using her telescope through our bedroom window and when it didn't rain, we would watch meteor showers in the garden with Chi-Chi. Min-Min's garden was full of flowers.”

Jimin nodded thoughtfully. Then she looked over to Minjeong, with a small tilt. “Do you miss doing those things with them?” she asked suddenly, no bitterness nor ulterior motive with her question.

Minjeong sighed. “I do,” she answered honestly. Before Jimin could react, she grabbed the alpha’s hand, quickly placed kisses on the back of it and placed her cheek on Jimin’s palm. “But I get to see sights like this with you as much as I want then this is way much better.”

“I can take you with me. We can travel through the stars, see different planets—“ she paused suddenly, putting her excitement to a halt and then shrugged. “Granted that most of the time I’ll be killing people and stealing and looting, but at least you get to see the universe?”

There it was again. The cheeky, boyish smile that Jimin wore when she had her heart exposed. Jimin had this smile on rare occasions but all of them were only with her, and that made Minjeong feel extremely special. It made her fall in love each time she witnessed this smile, and there was always a part of her that wished she could be the reason for this every single time and every single day.

But Minjeong always found it amusing how Jimin could talk about something so violent and grotesque but have the cutest expression on her face. The implications of her words made her giggle, understanding what the alpha was saying.

She caressed Jimin’s hand with her thumb, leaning her head sideways to look at her mate teasingly. “Is this your attempt to be romantic?”

Jimin’s brows shot up, her cheeks turning into a warm color. Her eyes shifted around, looking unsure. “Uh… is it working?”

“Your charm is definitely odd,” Minjeong said teasingly. But then she placed a hand on Jimin's cheek, making the alpha look at her, then she reached up and pressed a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips. The alpha immediately blushed, especially with the way Minjeong was caressing her cheek with her thumbs. “But I love it and it works all the time.”

Jimin's flustered expression had slowly turned into something softer, something that Minjeong had fallen in love with each single time it showed. Jimin smiled at her, leaning downwards until their lips met again, kissing her languidly and Minjeong had responded in kind.

The alpha pulled away a slightly, warm breath against her lips and then she whispered. “I love you, Minjeong.”

Minjeong's chest felt like it was her own garden, with each flower blooming at the same time. Blue, white and red flowers filling her chest and yet, she didn't feel like suffocating. She welcomed each one with a certain kind of love that she knew was going to last for a long time.

She reached up and kissed Jimin again. Then again and again and again and again.

“I love you, Jimin. I'm glad I stayed.”