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The moonlight bathed Seoul Moon Park in silver, illuminating its towering gates like something out of a legend. Few outside the park knew the truth, it wasn’t just another luxury district tucked into the heart of Seoul. Behind its walls lived the most powerful families of the werewolf world, Alphas and Betas who carried bloodlines of pride, ambition, and legacy.
And among them, one family towered above all: the Bangh family.
The Bangh bloodline was the only remaining true bloodline in the world, a lineage untouched by dilution, its Alphas born stronger, faster, and more dominant than any others. Where other families built empires through wealth and power, the Bangh family ruled through legacy and fear.
At the head of this dynasty stood the heir: Bang Christopher Chan.
Chan adjusted the cuff of his dark suit as he looked out the massive glass window of Mixtape Corporation, the company he co-owned with his closest friends. From the top floor, the entire park stretched beneath him; glittering towers, elite schools, family-owned businesses, and the sprawling campus of Stay University on the far side.
It was a kingdom within a city. His kingdom.
But even with all this, Chan felt the weight of something missing. His wolf shifted restlessly inside him, claws scraping against his chest as if something vital was just beyond his reach. His father’s voice still echoed in his mind: “You are a true blood Alpha. One day, the Moon Goddess will choose your mate. Until then, you must lead.”
Chan’s jaw tightened. A mate. He wasn’t against the idea, but with his responsibilities, with enemies constantly circling, it felt like a distraction. He had no time for it.
“Hyung.”
The voice broke his thoughts. Chan turned to see Seo Changbin, broad-shouldered and dressed in his usual sharp suit, entering his office. The Seo family weren’t true blood, but they were one of the park’s strongest Alpha lineages, and Changbin carried himself with that same confidence.
“You’re brooding again,” Changbin teased, smirking. “What’s it this time? The new project? Or are you just tired of everyone reminding you you’re single?”
Chan rolled his eyes. “I’m not brooding. Just thinking.”
Changbin grinned, dropping onto the leather sofa. “That’s what brooding is.”
Before Chan could reply, the office door opened again. This time it was Hwang Hyunjin, tall and striking, his hair falling elegantly over his sharp features. He was trailed by Lee Felix, sunshine in human form, his smile softening the entire room. Together, the four of them, the heirs of their families ran Mixtape Corporation, the beating heart of Seoul Moon Park’s economy.
“We’ve got a meeting in ten,” Hyunjin announced. “But before that, I passed by the café near the university. Guess who I saw?”
Felix’s grin widened. “The Omegas.”
At that, Chan’s wolf stirred. Omegas.
Rare, precious, often underestimated but in their world, Omegas were everything. The balance to Alphas, the heart of every pack, the chosen vessels of the Goddess herself.
And though Chan had never cared much to seek one out, his wolf’s sudden surge of interest unsettled him.
“Which Omegas?” Changbin asked, leaning forward.
“Lee Minho. Han Jisung. Kim Seungmin. Yang Jeongin,” Hyunjin listed. “Apparently, their parents are best friends, so they’re always together. And guess what? Minho’s working at Mixtape.”
Chan stilled. “What?”
Hyunjin nodded. “Intel department. Final year student at Stay University. He started last week. You’ve probably passed him already without noticing.”
Changbin chuckled. “That doesn’t sound like you, hyung. Missing something right under your nose?”
Chan ignored him, but his wolf didn’t. His chest tightened, a strange anticipation sparking under his skin. The name Minho stirred something raw and unfamiliar inside him.
And for the first time in years, Chan wondered if his father’s words had been right.
Maybe the Moon Goddess really had a plan.
Lee Minho’s POV
The bell above the café door chimed softly as Minho pushed it open. Warm air and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around him, a welcome contrast to the crisp evening chill. The Haven Café had become a routine meeting spot for him and his friends, a place away from expectations, duties, and the ever-present whispers of pack politics.
He tugged his scarf loose, scanning the familiar corner booth. Sure enough, three heads turned at once.
“Minho-hyung!” Jeongin waved him over, his boyish smile bright as always. Beside him, Seungmin sipped from a steaming cup, unimpressed. Jisung, meanwhile, nearly spilled his drink in his excitement.
“You’re late,” Seungmin pointed out dryly.
“I had work.” Minho slid into the seat, exhaling. He set down the files he’d been carrying; intel reports from Mixtape Corporation. It was a little surreal, balancing his final year at Stay University with working at the most powerful company in the park, but Minho liked the challenge. He liked being useful.
Jisung leaned forward, eyes wide. “So, what’s it like? Working at Mixtape?”
Minho shrugged, leaning back. “It’s… intense. Organized. Everyone there moves like they’re part of some machine. And the Alphas....” he stopped, pressing his lips together.
“What about the Alphas?” Jeongin asked, curiosity sparking,
Minho hesitated. He wasn’t easily shaken, but something about being in that building made his wolf restless. The Alphas radiated power, especially the CEOs. He hadn’t met them all yet, but even their presence in the corridors left a charge in the air.
“My wolf doesn’t like it,” he admitted finally. “It keeps pacing. Growling sometimes.”
“Maybe it’s warning you about something,” Seungmin mused. “Or someone.”
“Or maybe,” Jisung grinned, “it’s trying to tell you your mate is there.”
The word mate sent a ripple through the group. It was every Omega’s fate, every wolf’s fate to meet the one chosen by the Moon Goddess. But Minho scoffed, brushing it off.
“Don’t start with that fairytale talk. You know I’m not interested in rushing into all that.”
“Hyung,” Jeongin said gently, “it’s not rushing if it’s fate.”
Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t against the idea of a mate, not exactly. But he wasn’t the type to dream of Alphas sweeping him off his feet, knotting him under the stars, and whispering promises under the moon. He wanted to build his own life first. To prove himself, not just as an Omega, but as Minho.
And besides, strong Alphas came with complications. Control. Possessiveness. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hand over his freedom, no matter how much his wolf ached for it.
The conversation shifted, as it often did, to school and gossip. Jisung ranted about a professor who favored Alpha students unfairly. Seungmin made sarcastic comments that had Jeongin clutching his stomach with laughter. Minho found himself smiling despite the heaviness in his chest.
But just as he reached for his cup, his wolf froze.
Every sense sharpened. The hairs on his arms rose, his heart hammering against his ribs. It was sudden, overwhelming, the unmistakable pull of destiny.
Mate.
The word echoed inside his head, low and powerful, like a drumbeat synced with his pulse. His breath caught, and his eyes flicked instinctively toward the door.
For a split second, he thought he imagined it. But then he saw him.
Standing at the entrance, framed by moonlight spilling through the glass, was a man. His presence was undeniable, commanding without effort. Broad shoulders beneath a tailored suit, dark hair styled neatly, eyes sharp as if they could strip away every secret. An Alpha no, not just any Alpha.
Bang Chan.
The heir of the true bloodline.
Minho’s wolf howled. Mate! Mate! Mate!
His cup slipped, clattering onto the table. Seungmin shot him a sharp look. “Hyung?”
But Minho couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His wolf strained toward the Alpha like iron to a magnet, instincts screaming to submit, to go to him, to belong.
Chan’s eyes swept the café, sharp and assessing until they landed on him.
And in that instant, Minho knew the Alpha felt it too.
Their gazes locked, a thread snapping taut between them, pulling tight. Chan’s expression faltered for only a heartbeat, his jaw tightening as if struggling against the same overwhelming force.
The air between them vibrated. The café around them blurred into nothing. It was just the two of them, the Alpha heir and the reluctant Omega caught in fate’s grip.
Minho’s wolf keened. Mate.
But Minho forced himself to look away, to shove down the fire racing through his veins. He grabbed his files, standing abruptly. “I have to go.”
Jisung blinked. “What? But we just....”
“Work,” Minho said shortly, ignoring the way his voice trembled. He couldn’t stay. Not now. Not with that Alpha’s eyes burning into his skin.
As he rushed past, he felt Chan shift slightly, as though ready to intercept him. Their shoulders brushed for a fleeting second, the contact sparking heat that seared all the way to Minho’s bones.
His wolf whimpered in longing.
But Minho kept walking. Out the door. Into the night air.
He would not give in. Not yet.
Behind him, Chan stood rooted, watching him disappear into the shadows, his own wolf howling the same word Minho had tried so hard to silence.
Mate.