Seungmin & Changbin
The café near Mixtape Corporation was alive with chatter that afternoon. Students from Stay University crowded the tables, the smell of roasted coffee and sweet bread filling the air.
Seungmin sat near the window with Jisung and Jeongin, a half-empty iced latte before him, tapping his pen against a notebook.
"Minho's late again," he muttered. "Probably buried in files at the company."
Jisung grinned around his straw. "Or avoiding someone."
Jeongin raised a brow. "You mean CEO Bang?"
"Shh!" Seungmin hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing they needed was gossip about Minho spreading.
Just then, the bell above the door chimed. Changbin walked in, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His presence drew eyes immediately; broad shoulders, sharp expression, and the unmistakable aura of an Alpha who belonged to one of the most respected families in the Park.
Seungmin's pen froze mid-tap. His breath caught.
A warm, spicy scent hit him like a tidal wave, rich cedar and something darker, addictive. His wolf stirred violently inside him. Mate. Mate. Mate.
Changbin's steps faltered as his gaze locked onto Seungmin. For a heartbeat, the café vanished. The noise, the people, everything blurred until only the boy by the window remained. His Omega.
The cup slipped from Seungmin's hand, shattering against the floor. But neither of them moved.
Changbin's lips curved into the faintest smile, dangerous and sure. "Found you."
Seungmin's pulse raced as heat crept up his neck. "No… no, no, no…"
But his wolf howled in triumph. Alpha. Ours.
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Hyunjin & Jisung
Jisung had excused himself to the restroom after the commotion. His mind was still reeling from the sight of Seungmin and Changbin practically devouring each other with their eyes.
He splashed water on his face, muttering, "Goddess, don't even joke. I don't need that kind of drama."
The door swung open. Hyunjin walked in. Tall, elegant, his dark hair falling over sharp features. He radiated the effortless confidence of the Hwang heir, his aura filling the small space.
Jisung froze. His wolf snapped awake instantly, tail thumping in his chest. Mate. Mate. Mate.
Hyunjin's stride slowed as his eyes fixed on Jisung. A sharp inhale, pupils dilating. His wolf roared inside him, recognition crashing down like fire.
Jisung stumbled back, heart hammering. "N-No. This can't—"
Hyunjin smirked, cornering him easily. His hand pressed against the wall beside Jisung's head, their bodies so close the air crackled.
"Looks like fate's got a sense of humor," Hyunjin whispered, his voice silk over steel. "You're mine."
Jisung shook his head frantically, but his body betrayed him, cheeks flushed, scent spiking sweet and irresistible.
His wolf whined in surrender. Alpha.
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Felix & Jeongin
Meanwhile, Jeongin tried to escape the chaos by slipping outside. The evening air was cool, filled with the sound of students laughing in the distance. He pressed a hand to his chest, muttering, "I swear, if the Goddess tries to mess with me too—"
A gentle laugh drifted down the sidewalk. Felix stood a few paces away, golden-brown hair catching the light, smile warm as the sun itself. He was chatting with a colleague, but then his gaze shifted landing directly on Jeongin.
Everything stopped.
Jeongin's breath hitched as a rush of sweet vanilla and cinnamon filled his lungs. His wolf went wild. Mate. Mate. Mate.
Felix stiffened. His own wolf surged forward with a triumphant growl. Omega. Ours.
Their eyes locked. Felix's usual brightness softened into something deeper, hungrier. He excused himself from the conversation and crossed the distance with unhurried steps, gaze never leaving Jeongin.
"Hi," Felix said, his accent lacing the word with warmth.
Jeongin's throat went dry. He took a shaky step back. "N-No way. Not you. Not now."
Felix tilted his head, smile both sweet and dangerous. "Guess you don't get a choice, love."
Jeongin's wolf whimpered, pressing against him desperately. He clenched his fists, but his body leaned forward, as if pulled by an invisible string.
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By the time the night settled over Seoul Moon Park, all four Omegas had felt it. The pull. The bond. The undeniable truth of the Moon Goddess's will.
But only one thought echoed in each of their minds.....
What happens now?
Back to Chan & Minho (ChanMin)
But even as the side couples' bonds awakened, the pull between Chan and Minho only grew heavier. Unlike the others, their connection wasn't blooming sweetly, it was sharp, tangled, dangerous.
While the others basked in new beginnings, Chan stood at the edge of Mixtape Corporation's rooftop, staring at the city below. His wolf clawed inside him, restless for Minho, restless for the one person who refused to acknowledge the bond burning between them.
And Minho?
Minho sat alone in his apartment, glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The scent of Chan still lingered from earlier, clinging to him like a curse he couldn't shake. He pressed a hand over his chest, where his wolf howled in recognition.
Damn him.
The others were embracing their mates. Why couldn't he?
Because Minho knew better. Mates meant vulnerability. And vulnerability meant destruction.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny it, Chan's voice, his presence, his touch, they were already inside him, impossible to erase.