Moon of Shattered Bonds
The Night the moon wept
The world did not know it would end, the wolves ran their hunt, the tides kissed the shore, the mate bond pulsed in every fated heart. And high above, the moon shone as she always had— silver, constant, watching.
But that night, he waited for him
His mate. The one the stars had promised him before the first wolf ever howled. He was the sun’s chosen, a being carved from fire and golden light, destined to meet him where night kissed dawn.
For centuries he had held the bond of every mortal wolf in his hand, trusting that when his own bond came, it would be the purest of them all.
He stood at the edge of the celestial lake, veil of startlight brushing his bare shoulders, heartbeat echoing in the stillness. The way mortals feels a storm before it break
And then… his voice
Not tender. Not awed.
Cold.
Prince of sun
I do not accept you
The word sliced through him, shattering the silver thread that had begun to form between their souls. His knees trembled. No mortal had ever dared reject their mate — and yet here was a god, casting him aside like he was nothing.
He reached for him, desperate, but the dawn stole him
The heavens shifted. The bond-magic that tied mates together wavered, dimming like embers starved of air. Somewhere far below, mates clutched their heart without knowing why. The first whispers of unrest spread in the packs: bond weakening, mates no longer feeling each other’s pull.
And in the black glass of the celestial lake, the moon Goddess saw himself — not silver and serene, but fractured. A single tear fell from his cheeks into the water. The lakeshore trembled.
That was the night the moon wept. And the world began to forget what it meant to be fated.
Author sugar
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Morning with grandma
The boy stirred awake, his body trembling, breathe coming out in shaky bursts. Dried tears clung to his cheeks — remnants of another night haunted by the same dream he could never quite understand. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes as the familiar scent of his grandmother’s cooking drifted into the room, grounding him back to reality.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, staring at the faint morning light creeping through the curtains. The dream still lingered — a shadow of whispers, a flash of someone calling his name, and the feeling of running towards something…. Or away from it. But the moment he tried to recall the details, they slipped away, leaving only the dull ache in his chest.
The wooden floor creaked under his bare feet as he made his way to the door. The scent of fried eggs and fresh bread grew stronger, wrapping him like a warm blanket, in the kitchen, his grandmother stood by the stove, humming an old tune, her silver hair tied neatly in a bun.
Grandma
Morning sunshine *said without turning* Rough night again
Park jimin(omega)
*Hesitated, hand tightening on the doorway* Just… the same dream *murmured*
Her humming stopped for a second, just enough for him to notice— then she smiled over her shoulder
Grandma
Dreams fade when you’ve had enough to eat. Sit down, love.
He obeyed though something in her tone made him glance at her twice. It was the same softness she always had, but beneath it… there was something else. Something that told him she knew more about his dreams than she was letting on.
Park jimin, 18years. Rare omega, personality is: kind, soft hearted, clumsy and sweet, he can be sassy sometimes, has a very sweet pheromones that consist of icy vanilla mixed with amber and night-blooming flowers (like jasmine and tuberose) sweet at first but deepens in to something addictive — smoky, musky, or spicy beneath.
Pheromones effect:
Overwhelms alphas, even strong ones, can trigger powerful attraction or even possessiveness.
Family: grandmother
Friend: Taehyung
Kim Taehyung. 18years old omega. Personality: friendly, sweet, adventurous, just wants his Alpha.
Pheromones consist of peach, honey mixed with creamy undertones.
Pheromones effect: calms tense Alphas, elicits protective instincts rather than pure lust. Makes people feel safe, comforted, and emotionally open.
Family: parents: kim Namjoon and Kim seok-jin, only child of the kims
Friend: jimin
Jeon Jungkook. Enigma. 26 years old CEO of Jeon entertainment company. Personality: Cold, unreadable, workaholic, presence commands the room, hates people who cling to him. Pheromones consist of frosted cedar, smoky amber, icy violet and dark iris — elegant, haunting, with a quiet authority that makes the air heavy.
Pheromones effect: Don’t comfort or seduce, they command. The air grows still when they’re released.
Family: None
Friend: Jackson wang and jung Hoseok
is it connected
Jimin buttoned his shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly from lack of sleep. The mirror reflected the same boy — slightly blonde hair tousled, faint shadows under his eyes, and that small, unreadable look he always carried. He brushed his hair back sighing, today is supposed to be simple, his final exam before the internship, yet the heaviness in his heart said otherwise.
His grandma packed his lunch as he slipped his shoes
Grandma
Do well jimin-ah *said with reassuring smile* and no skipping breakfast this time
Park jimin(omega)
*Chuckled softly, grabbing a piece of toast from the plate* wouldn’t dream of it
Outside, the morning air was cool and smelled faintly of rain. The street buzzed with students and chatter, but jimin kept his earphones in, eyes distant. The dream still tugged at him — a whispers of bond that once tied heart together but had now turned cold, meaningless. A world that felt far too real.
By the time he reached campus, Taehyung was already there — leaning lazily against the railing, uniform untucked, grin effortlessly charming.
Taehyung
Morning sleepyhead *teased, slinging an arm around jimin’s shoulder* you look like you wrestled your nightmare.
Park jimin(omega)
Maybe I did *muttered with a small smile*
The sun hung lazily above the academy courtyard, casting golden lights across the tiled ground. Students lingered after the exam — laughter echoing, the air thick with the faint mix of pheromones that no one really reacted to anymore.
Once the mate-bond had ruled everything— The pull between Alphas, omega, and betas. Now it was just a story told, a whispers of when heart could recognize each other by instinct alone. No one had felt it in generation. No one except for maybe Jimin.
As they sat under the oak tree, Taehyung stretched with a yawn, his soft omega scent drifting briefly before fading into nothing.
Taehyung
I swear, this world’s lost it’s spark *sighed kicking the grass*
Taehyung
Even my heat feels like an inconvenience now. Everyone’s just going through the motions.
Park jimin(omega)
*Chuckled* You say that like you want an Alpha tied to you.
Taehyung
Maybe not tied *replied, smiling shyly* But maybe noticed, At least once.
Jimin didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were fixed on the sky, a troubled expression settling over his face.
Park jimin(omega)
In my dream *he began quietly* people keep calling for me. I can’t see them clearly, but their voices...
Park jimin(omega)
They’re desperate. They’re begging me to restore something. Something that was lost.
Taehyung
*frowned* Restore what?
Park jimin(omega)
I don’t know *admitted* But it feels real— like they are reaching out from another place or another time. Every night it’s the same, and I wake up feeling... like I’ve failed them.
Taehyung
*Studied him for a second then nudged his shoulder * Maybe it your subconscious making things up because you’re too rare for your own good.
Jimin smiled faintly, though his eyes didn’t match it. "Rare omega" That label had followed him since birth — his scent softer, almost celestial, his presence strangely calming. Doctors said he was different, an omega whose pheromones didn’t fade, even without the existence of true bond.
But lately, he’d started to wonder if his rarity had something to do with his dreams — and the hollow ache in his chest that grew stronger with every sunrise.
As they stood to leave, Taehyung threw an arm around him again, laughing about something trivial. Yet for jimin, the world seemed to hum faintly, like a broken chord waiting to be turned.
Somewhere deep inside, something ancient was stirring.
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