The air was heavy, soaked in the scent of iron, ash, and storm.

Jungkook stood shirtless before the old mirror, his hands calloused and steady as he strapped a dagger.

Behind him, moonlight sliced through the cracks in the stone, catching the silver glint of old steel.

"You move like war," Kuro mused in his mind.

Jungkook gave a faint smirk. "Because I am war."

But as he tightened the final strap, something shifted.

A light subtle, golden, pulsing faintly beneath his skin.

The glow wasn't magic. It was... soft n warm.....

His hand rose slowly, trembling as it hovered over his lower abdomen.

The warmth answered.

"Tf...No" he breathed. "No way."

Kuro stood. His voice entered Jungkook's mind.

"You're glowing."

Jungkook turned toward the mirror, heart pounding.

The faint aura hadn't vanished. It cradled his body like dawn.

He touched the center of it.

A heartbeat.

Not his own.

"...fuck" he whispered, staggered.

Kuro stepped closer, his blue eyes wide. "Jungkook...'

"I'm pregnant" Jungkook murmured, more to himself than anyone else. His voice cracked at the end.

A silence fell, A sacred kind of stillness.

"I didn't think I could" he said quietly. "With everything I've done. Everything I am. I didn't think..."

"It's freaking real," Kuro said, almost in awe."It's life....Inside you."

Jungkook's hand trembled slightly where it rested over his belly. "Taehyung doesn't know."

"Will you tell him?"

He hesitated. "Not yet. The prophecy said pregnancy would ignite war. That the twins would be born under blood skies. If they find out now..."

"They'll try to kill you" Kuro finished for him.'Or take them from you."

Jungkook nodded slowly. "So we win this war first. Then we give them a kingdom."

Kuro bowed his head, a warrior to his Alpha. "Then let's protect them."

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The war drums hadn't started, but their hearts already beat to them.

Jungkook sat near the open window, the silk robe hanging loosely off his shoulders, moonlight painting silver along his skin.

Taehyung entered quietly, his eyes catching the glow.... along Jungkook's stomach.

He frowned.

"...You're glowing."

Jungkook didn't flinch. "I was meditating."

Taehyung stepped closer, his wolf restless under his skin. "V feels something. Around you..... Maybe In you?."

Jungkook smiled, slow and dangerous, the kind that made kingdoms bend. "Maybe he's just scared I'll die before he can rut me again."

Taehyung's jaw clenched. His gaze dipped to the hollow of Jungkook's throat. "Don't joke about that."

"Then don't ask questions you're not ready for" Jungkook replied, rising.

He stepped into Taehyung's space, hands sliding up the King's chest, fingertips tracing scars he'd once licked clean.

Taehyung inhaled sharply. "Why do I feel like I'm about to lose something?"

Jungkook kissed him.

It wasn't desperate..... More like it was Final.

A sealing of promises.....!

They didn't make love that night..... they took each other. Hands gripping so tightly it was like they were trying to become one body.

And when Taehyung came inside him, trembling, whispering, "Mine" over and over...

Jungkook silently cried.

Because he was his.

And he might never get to say goodbye.
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