Being mated to Taekwoon was easy. Except when other Wolves come along and decide they want an easy lay from a human. 

Hakyeon's omega status and his cursemark - his dark skin - seen him pushed to the edge of his village, alone and rejected. He grew up this way from the time his parents could leave him to his own devices, looking to distance themselves from their devilspawn, their bad omen. Having been at the mercy his vain village elders, he wasn't surprised when he was the only one who would take in the silver-haired stranger.

Jungkook hadn't even done anything wrong this time. He hadn't responded to the man who had flirted with him, had kept his head down and hadn't strayed far enough to make the leash go taut, nor close enough to trip his master up. So, how then, he wound up getting a brutal beating in the alley beside the store he didn't know. All he knew was that the man with the pink hair that tenderly picked him up after, soothingly through his hair, was officially his favourite person to exist.

It was Leo's birthday. Ravi had spent all of the previous day looking for the prettiest flowers, gotten up early that morning so he could look his best and had made sure he was the first in line at the coffee shop so he could get Leo's favourite morning treats.  Now, all that is left is the walk to the cemetery.

This whole collection, this little mismatched group of races, all began with Daesung. He was just good at collecting people.

Of them all - feeling all of their torment, agony, pain - Daesung hurt the most. There was nothing that could make Seunghyun more desperate than feeling the Siren's descent into hopelessness. 

Daesung still dreams of ocean currents and distant ringing echoes of song. He stil dreams of the way the black sludge had closed his throat.

Follow up to Domestic. Wonshik takes Taekwoon back to his pack lands to show her his secondary form.