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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Six – Obliterazione Delle Anime}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

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WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter contains dark, sadistic, disturbing, and triggering scenes with detailed, graphic descriptions. A warning has been placed at the beginning of the triggering content.⚠️

TRANSLATION

obliterazione delle anime: obliteration of souls

Sono il tuo nemico dall'inferno: I'm your enemy from hell

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I witnessed the scene unfold before my eyes. Jungkook, my beloved Panther hybrid, lay on the ground writhing in pain, blood seeping from the wound on his stomach.

The sight was like a stab to my own heart, rendering me immobile as I grappled with the overwhelming fear and anguish that gripped me. The sound of his growls filled the air, a haunting reminder of his suffering.

I felt a surge of emotions welling up inside me, a mix of helplessness, anger, and a deep sense of connection to Jungkook. It was as if his pain had become my own, urging me to act, to alleviate his suffering in any way possible. I was rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from him, until a sudden embrace broke through my trance.

A deep, familiar voice called out my name, jolting me back to reality. With a start, I dashed to Jungkook's side, pushing aside the shock of the momentary distraction. I knelt beside him, my voice trembling with emotion as I pleaded with him to stay awake, to fight against the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

"Jungkook, please, look at me. Stay with me," I implored, my voice thick with tears. "I won't let anything happen to you. Just hold on, please."

Desperation laced my words as I called out for help, my voice cracking with the intensity of my emotions. I sought aid from those around me, their names tumbling from my lips in a frantic plea for assistance. The panic and fear that clawed at my heart threatened to overwhelm me as Jungkook's eyelids drooped, his breathing slowing.

"No, Jungkook, don't close your eyes," I cried out, my voice breaking with the weight of the moment. "Please, stay with me. Namjoon, Yoongi, anyone, help him!”

I was in the midst of a heated battle, but my focus was solely on protecting Jungkook and ensuring the safety of my hybrids. It was chaos all around, but I remained calm and collected as I gave orders to my men. Sending one to escort Jungkook to safety through the back door, with the hybrids trailing behind us.

"Jay, see to it that we have a car ready immediately. Your job is to ensure the safe extraction of the hybrids and take down Black Eagle and his crew. Stick to the original plan and I'll handle them myself later," I instructed over the earpiece, my voice firm and determined.

"Got it, Miss Valentino. I'll see to it that everything goes smoothly," Jay responded promptly. I acknowledged his commitment, even though he couldn't see me, and ended the call. Jungkook's well-being was my top priority at this moment.

Black Eagle had crossed a line by targeting my hybrids. I may be indifferent to personal threats, but when it comes to my family, vengeance knows no bounds. I vowed to make Black Eagle regret ever laying a finger on my hybrids. His actions had sealed his fate, and I would ensure he paid dearly for his transgressions. As Heaven Valentino, I would rain down retribution like never before seen.

As we made our way through the chaos, determination burned in my eyes. Nothing would stop me from protecting those under my care. With each step, my resolve hardened, and thoughts of vengeance fueled my every move. Black Eagle had awoken a fierce storm within me, and he would soon witness its full fury.

3rd Person's POV

As Heaven and her hybrids dashed towards the car, Jungkook's consciousness flickered on and off like a faulty light bulb.

With the group securely inside, the engine roared to life as the vehicle sped off.

Heaven wasted no time in taking charge, her voice firm but filled with concern. "Take us to my uncle's hybrid center right now," she directed the driver.

As they raced through the streets, Heaven began delegating tasks to her hybrids, "Namjoon, keep pressure on his wound, but don't press too hard. Jimin, pass me the rag from the door pockets. Jin, give me the water bottle," she instructed briskly.

The urgency in her voice was matched by the swift actions of her hybrids, each stepping up without hesitation. Namjoon applied pressure to Jungkook's wound, Jimin handed over the rag, and Jin passed her the water bottle.

Heaven soaked the rag in water and gently wiped Jungkook's forehead, soothing away the beads of sweat that had gathered there. The hybrids observed in silence, their hearts swelling with admiration for their owner’s unwavering care for their injured brother.

Once she had cleaned his face, Heaven tenderly cradled Jungkook's head in her lap, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture. A melody escaped her lips, a soft and sweet tune that seemed to lull the tense atmosphere in the car.

The hybrids watched on, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. In that moment, a unique bond formed between them, and bound them together in a shared concern for Jungkook's well-being.

As the car raced towards their destination, the silence was broken only by the hum of the engine and the gentle melody that Heaven continued to hum.

~3 Hours Later~

As they entered the bustling hybrid facility, the strong scent of antiseptic hit their nostrils, mixed with the lingering odor of fur and earth. The guard, recognizing Heaven, rushed over in concern, his eyes widening at the sight of her blood-stained clothes.

"Heaven, what brings you here- oh my goodness, what happened to you?" he exclaimed in shock, his wrinkled face contorted with worry.

With a sense of urgency, Heaven wasted no time in issuing commands to the older man.

"Ellie, quick! Get the nurses. My Hybrid, Jungkook, has been shot. We need medical help right away!" Her voice was firm and unwavering, a sense of panic peeking through her composed facade.

Ellie, though slightly confused, nodded and darted off to fetch the necessary help. Within moments, a team of nurses came rushing out of the building, a stretcher in tow, their faces etched with concern and readiness.

As they attempted to lift Jungkook onto the stretcher, low growls reverberated through the air, emanating from the other hybrids present. Tension hung thick in the space, the boys wary of unfamiliar hands approaching their injured packmate.

"Calm down, it's okay. They are here to help Jungkook," Heaven spoke soothingly, trying to reassure the agitated hybrids.

"You can trust them, trust me." Her voice carried a sense of authority and compassion, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

Reluctantly, the other hybrids stood down, allowing the nurses to carefully lift Jungkook onto the stretcher and transport him inside the facility for medical attention. Heaven gestured for the group to follow, a silent invitation into the heart of the hybrid facility where secrets and healing intertwined.

Inside, the sterile corridors echoed with the hushed footsteps of hybrids and humans alike. The nurses swiftly wheeled Jungkook into a designated medical bay, taking charge of his care with practiced efficiency. Heaven stood by his side, her gaze unwavering as she watched over him with fierce protectiveness.

The rest of the group hovered anxiously, their expressions a mix of worry and anticipation. They had entered a world unknown to them, a place where hybrid lives hung in delicate balance, and healing was a delicate dance between trust and time.

Hoseok's POV

The tension in the air is thick, suffocating almost, making my chest feel heavy as we wait outside the emergency room. It feels like time has slowed down to a crawl, each minute dragging on forever.

I can't help but worry about Jungkook, my baby brother, even though he's not so little anymore. He's always been the baby of the group, and even though he's strong and capable, that protective instinct in me kicks in every time he's in trouble.

I glance around at the others, my friends who are just as anxious and afraid as I am. Heaven, our new owner, looks particularly shaken. She's been nothing but kind and caring since she bought us, and seeing her so distressed breaks my heart.

Her usual comforting scent of lavender and baby powder has turned bitter, a stark contrast to her usual calming presence. It's like a storm brewing inside her, and I can feel the tension radiating off her.

As I move closer to her, I can see the pain in her eyes, the unshed tears threatening to spill over. She's trying to be strong, to hold it all together, but I can see the cracks in her facade.

I reach out a hand to her shoulder, offering what little comfort I can. She startles at my touch, her eyes locking onto mine, searching for something. I know what she's looking for – reassurance, hope that everything will be okay.

I meet her gaze, trying to convey my silent support. I want her to know that we're all in this together, that we'll get through this as a team. Jungkook will be okay, we'll make sure of it.

As I knelt before her, gently caressing her cheeks, I couldn't help but get lost in the depths of her mesmerizing ocean blue-green eyes that seemed to have darkened with worry, giving them a grey hue.

"Everything will be okay, Jungkook will be fine. He's strong, you know that. Nothing bad can happen to him," I whispered, trying to reassure her in the midst of her distress.

Her defenses crumbled, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably, seeking solace in my embrace. It caught me off guard for a moment, but I quickly gathered myself and enveloped her in a warm hug, holding her close to me.

Her body shook with the intensity of her sobs, all the emotions she had been holding back now pouring out like a dam breaking.

"You're okay, you're fine. He's fine. We're all fine," I murmured, trying to provide whatever comfort I could as she clung to me tightly.

In that moment, something shifted within me. A fierce protectiveness welled up, a determination to shield her from any harm and to fiercely guard her against any threat.

I couldn't stand to see tears in her eyes, the thought alone unbearable. We stayed embraced for what felt like forever, and I noticed her eventually calming down, her breathing evening out as she drifted off to sleep.

My heart ached seeing her so drained. Carefully, I lifted her in my arms, settling her on my lap as she stirred in protest at the movement. I gently made her straddle me, allowing her to nuzzle into my chest for comfort.

A soft kiss on her forehead, and a soothing stroke of her hair seemed to bring her a sense of peace, her sigh of contentment echoing in the room.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, even if it means losing my life," I vowed silently, a fierce determination settling within me.

Seokjin POV

I couldn't help but let out a relieved smile as I gazed at the sight of Hobi and Heaven snuggled up together. The night had been beyond exhausting for all of us, especially with Jungkook's health hanging in the balance. The ominous silence from the doctor was suffocating, leaving us all on edge.

Leaning against the wall, lost in my thoughts, the sudden change of the emergency room's red light to green jolted me back to attention. Without skipping a beat, I straightened up and made my way towards the approaching doctor, with everyone else gathering around me in anticipation.

My heart pounding, I managed to voice my concern, “Doctor, how is my brother doing?” The tension in the air was palpable as we awaited his response.

The doctor's warm smile instantly put me at ease as he began to speak,

“He is fine. Everything went smoothly. The bullet penetrates deep, but fortunately not deep enough to cause any internal damage that could have been life-threatening. Your quick thinking of applying pressure to the wound helped tremendously in preventing excessive bleeding.” His reassuring words washed over us like a soothing balm.

As he continued, my fears started to dissipate, “Although he did lose some blood, we had blood donors ready for an immediate transfusion. We've administered antibiotics to ease any discomfort, and he should regain consciousness either later tonight or early tomorrow morning. There's no need to worry, your brother is out of danger now.” His explanation was like music to my ears, and I felt a massive weight lift off my shoulders.

A collective sigh of relief swept through all of us, the tension releasing like a taut rubber band snapping back to normal. Knowing that Jungkook was going to be okay was the greatest news we could have hoped for after such a harrowing night. Gratefulness flooded my heart, and I felt a surge of emotions knowing that my brother was safe and on the road to recovery.

It was a nerve-wracking moment when the doctor allowed us to see Jungkook, one at a time. He emphasized not to disturb the patient before gracefully excusing himself from the room. We thanked him wholeheartedly as he left to attend to his other duties.

As we stood there, pondering who should go in first to visit Jungkook, Hobi was the one to break the silence. He suggested that Heaven should be the first one to go in, which we all readily agreed upon. After all, it was because of her quick thinking and actions that Jungkook was still with us today.

The thought of almost losing Jungkook sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the outcome. I gestured to Hobi to wake up Heaven and share the good news with her. The relief and joy that washed over us in that moment were indescribable.

Heaven's POV

I felt someone lightly shake me, disrupting my peaceful slumber. Groggily, I opened my eyes and was met with the sight of Hobi peering down at me with a huge grin plastered across his face. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“Heaven sweetie, we have good news,” Hobi chirped, his eyes twinkling with excitement. My mind struggled to catch up as I processed his words. Slowly, the pieces from the events of the previous night started to click into place, sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

Realization dawned on me, and I bolted upright, disentangling myself from Hobi's embrace as thoughts of Jungkook flooded my mind. Panic gripped my heart as I frantically scanned the room, searching for any sign of my beloved Panther hybrid.

“Where is Jungkook? Is he okay?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fear and urgency. The room fell silent, the air heavy with unspoken words as my mind raced with a million possibilities. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I awaited their response.

“Heaven, calm down,” Jin's voice broke through the tense atmosphere, his eyes filled with understanding and reassurance. “Jungkook is safe and sound, resting peacefully. You can go see him now; I'm sure he'll want to see you when he wakes up.”

Relief washed over me in a tidal wave, yet a sliver of doubt lingered in the back of my mind. Could it truly be that Jungkook was unharmed, that my worst fears had not come to pass? With trembling limbs, I allowed Jin to guide me towards Jungkook's room, my heart thudding in my chest with every step.

Stepping into the room, I beheld the sight of my Panther hybrid lying in the hospital bed, his features relaxed in slumber. The worry lines that had etched themselves onto my face softened at the sight of Jungkook's peaceful expression, a calmness settling over me at last.

Striding towards his bedside, I reached out a hand to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead, my gaze never leaving his serene face.

In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of tranquility. Jungkook's steady breathing filled the room, a soothing lullaby to my anxious soul. I watched over him, a silent guardian, grateful beyond words that he was safe and sound.

I carefully moved closer and settled on the stool next to his bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his sleeping face. Gently brushing his hair with my fingers, I tried not to disturb his peaceful rest.

"You really scared me earlier, you know," I admitted, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

"When you started drifting in and out of consciousness, I was terrified. I held on to the hope that you would wake up, that you would demand more food, or ask for cuddles, or want to play games, or even just complain about the other guys bothering you, anything to let me know you were okay."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I poured my heart out to him, even though he couldn't hear me.

"Don't ever do something like that again," I scolded softly, the tears now flowing freely.

"I know why you got shot, you know. You jumped in front of me to protect me. That bullet wasn't meant for you, it was meant for me. But you took it without a second thought. You had no reason to do that. What if something had happened to you? I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you." My grip on his hand tightened as I confessed my fears to the unconscious Jungkook.

"It's amazing how quickly you and the guys have become so important to me in such a short amount of time," I continued, my voice breaking with emotion.

"I'd do anything to keep you all safe, to give you the happiness and security you all deserve." Leaning closer to him, I let a solitary tear trace its path down my cheek, the weight of my feelings almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, I felt his hand squeeze mine, and my heart leaped as I turned to look at him. His eyes were open, tears glistening in them as he offered me a warm, grateful smile.

"Thank you for everything, for taking us in, for treating us with love and respect when you had no obligation to," Jungkook's voice, though weak, was filled with sincerity as he raised my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against my skin.

I was taken aback by his gesture, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that surged through me. "No, thank you for coming into my life," I whispered, a sense of gratitude and love engulfing me as I met his gaze, knowing that our bond was something truly special.

3rd Person's POV

In Italian, "obliterazione delle anime" sounded like something out of a horror movie, but for Heaven, it was a mantra for revenge.

Everyone knew not to mess with her, but Black Eagle had crossed a line that even her closest friends didn't dare to tread. She had unleashed something dark and primal inside her, fueled by anger and the need for justice.

After that night, Heaven had made sure her hybrids were safe with her uncle before embarking on her mission. She had always been a one-woman army, but this time, she knew she needed backup.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of retribution, her heart beating with the anticipation of facing off against Black Eagle. The thirst for vengeance was strong, and she was determined to make him pay for the pain he had caused.

As she plotted her next move, Heaven's eyes glinted with a steely resolve. She was ready to unleash her fury and make sure Black Eagle regretted ever crossing her.

~Unknown Location~

It was a dim lit evening, the moon and stars were shining brightly in the sky, casting a magical glow over the landscape. The gentle breeze of the night carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, while the occasional rustle of leaves and chirping of crickets added to the peaceful ambiance.

In the corner of a luxurious balcony, stood a man cloaked in a black silk robe, a glass of whisky in his hand. He leaned casually against the railing, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars above. A small, dark smirk played on his lips, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he reflected on the events that transpired just three days ago.

Finally, after years of relentless pursuit, he had uncovered the weakness of Heaven Valentino, the elusive ice queen.

The satisfaction that filled him at that moment was unparalleled, knowing that he held the key to dismantling her carefully constructed facade.

His plan was set into motion as he smirked sinisterly, his mind consumed with dark thoughts of revenge and cruelty. He imagined himself inflicting emotional pain on his target before indulging in his twisted desires of physical dominance. The mere idea of breaking someone down, bit by bit, excited him to no end.

“I will make sure to shatter you, inch by inch. I will start with hurting you emotionally, then keep your body for my sinful guilty pleasures over and over again,” he whispered to himself, his voice laced with malice.

The disturbing images played out in his mind, fueling his twisted fantasies and desires. He reveled in the thought of Heaven's suffering, relishing the idea of her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as he asserted his power over her.

Just as he was lost in his dark musings, a voice suddenly interrupted his reverie, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Why not feed into your fantasies right now?” the voice taunted from behind him, causing him to whirl around in shock.

His eyes widened in surprise as he beheld the unexpected intruder standing before him, a smirk playing on their lips. The sudden appearance of this person caught him off guard, leaving him speechless and bewildered.

“W-what, how did you get here?” he stammered, his composure wavering in the face of this unforeseen encounter.

The person before him adopted an air of faux sadness, her expression a mask of innocence that belied a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Aren't you happy to see me?” She pouted playfully, teasing him with her cryptic words.

Frustration and confusion simmered within him as he struggled to make sense of the situation. His anger flared at the perceived intrusion, demanding answers from the enigmatic figure who had disrupted his twisted reverie.

“Answer my question, woman!” he barked, his voice tinged with vexation and impatience.

Heaven stood before him, unperturbed by his outburst, reveling in the power play that unfolded between them.

“Oh, that was easy. For someone who has the best team, you undeniably do trust your men an awful lot not to betray you,” She taunted, her words laced with sardonic amusement as she closed the distance between them.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to decipher the cryptic remarks of his unexpected visitor. The insinuation of betrayal among his trusted allies struck a nerve, stirring doubt and suspicion within him.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded, his scowl deepening as he sought clarity amidst the shadowy web of intrigue that surrounded them.

His question was met with a knowing smirk from Heaven, her gaze locking with his in a silent challenge. She seemed to take pleasure in pulling back the veils of deception, reveling in the subtle dance of power and revelation that unfolded between them.

“Aww, you poor thing, did you really think I wouldn't be able to find you? Your men are not as smart nor trained as I thought they were. Just a little cock tease, and they'd be at my mercy,” she teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery.

His eyes widened in realization as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, painting a clearer picture of the intricate game that had been played against him. The revelation of his men's vulnerability to manipulation and deceit left him seething with anger and frustration.

“You bloody whore! Just because you have the name of a Saint doesn't make you less of a vile woman. You're right, my men are stupid for thinking with their cocks and not their heads. That is why they will be killed,” he seethed, his anger boiling over as he lashed out in a fit of rage.

His threats fell on deaf ears as she remained unruffled, her demeanor cool and composed in the face of his outburst. She relished in the confrontation, reveling in the power dynamics that played out between them.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you wanted to use me for your 'sinful guilty satisfaction,' where I would scream and beg for mercy,” Heaven taunted, her voice dripping with irony and disdain as she closed the distance between them.

As Heaven moved closer, her proximity sparking an electric tension between them,

“Black Eagle— or should I say Kim Min-Soo,” Heaven revealed his true identity with a smirk, exposing the mask of anonymity he had hidden behind.

The revelation landed like a blow, leaving him reeling as the implications of his true identity being laid bare sank in.

The realization that his carefully constructed facade had been pierced sent a chill down his spine, exposing him to the vulnerability and consequences of his deceit.

“Your plan of acting like some meek little bellboy to get to me was actually pretty clever. Knowing I didn't know of your true identity, coming to personally hand me the invitation with a mask so that I wouldn't know who you are, wow, genius,” Heaven mocked, her words cutting through his defenses with surgical precision.

The power dynamics shifted, with him now standing on shaky ground as Heaven turned the tables on him with a mix of mockery and sardonic amusement.

As he stood face to face with Heaven, the illusion of control and dominance that he had so carefully cultivated crumbled around him, leaving him at the mercy of a force far more formidable than he had anticipated.

In that moment, he realized that his carefully constructed facade had been nothing but a house of cards, ready to collapse at the slightest breath of truth and revelation.

Min-Soo's blood boiled as he gripped her fragile neck between his fingers, her body pressed tightly against his own. The mixture of rage and excitement coursed through him as he spoke, his words laced with a sinister tone.

“Well, well, well, I must say, you get points for managing to track me down. But a delicate flower like you shouldn't be wandering the streets alone. What if some unsavory characters got their hands on you and ruined that precious little cunt of yours, huh, sweetheart?” His words dripped with malice, his breath reeking of alcohol as it washed over her face, making her recoil in disgust.

But she didn't show an ounce of fear as she calmly retorted, her hand teasingly tracing patterns on his bare chest, eliciting a deep growl from him as he clutched her waist possessively.

“Oh, but it seems you've forgotten one crucial detail," she purred, her touch sending shivers down his spine as she ventured lower to where his desire stirred.

His voice was heavy with desire as he leaned in closer, eager for her next words.

“And what might that be?” he breathed against her ear, the anticipation evident in his voice.

She let out a dark chuckle, her voice dripping with malice as she whispered a phrase in Italian, sending a chill down his spine.

"I'm not just any woman, Sono il tuo nemico dall'inferno," she hissed, her words a promise of vengeance that sent a shiver down his spine.

With a sudden burst of strength, she wrenched his hand from her neck and swiftly delivered a powerful blow to his jaw, sending him reeling. As he stumbled backward, she delivered the final blow, a needle piercing his skin and injecting a potent sedative into his veins.

As he crumpled to the ground, unconscious, she stood tall and victorious, a triumphant smirk gracing her lips as she spoke her final words.

“I swore to myself that I would be the one to end you, and now that promise is fulfilled. Goodnight, babe,” she taunted, before turning and disappearing into the night, leaving behind a defeated enemy in her wake.

WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. ⚠️

~Time Skip~

Min-Soo's POV

I groaned in pain, my face hurt like a bitch as I tried to move, but it felt like my arms and legs were constricted like some straight jacket from a horror movie, huh? It took a moment of confusion before I finally managed to summon the energy to pry my eyes open.

The dim lighting of the room did little to comfort my disorientation, and as my vision adjusted to the surroundings, I realized my body was tied to a chair in the center of the room.

"What the actual fuc-" I started to mutter under my breath before a nauseating voice cut through the silence, causing my heart to skip a beat. The figure emerged from the shadows, her presence sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh, you're awake," she greeted me with a sickly sweet tone that made my skin crawl.

"You think tying me up will stop me?" I scoffed, trying to regain some semblance of bravado in the face of the unknown threat before me. But deep down, I knew I was in deep trouble.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie, I was only making sure you were comfy and rested for what's to come," she replied, her voice laced with a twisted sense of glee that sent chills down my spine.

As if on cue, the room suddenly brightened as additional bulbs illuminated the space, almost blinding me in the process.

My eyes darted around the room, and that's when I saw it - a fresh human dick was nailed to the wall, a macabre display of grotesque art that made bile rise in my throat.

And then, I looked down and horror gripped me like a vice - my own manhood was missing!

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and the pain that surged through my body felt like a thousand fiery needles piercing my skin. I wanted to scream, to escape this nightmare, but all that escaped my lips was a guttural cry of agony as the adrenaline that once fueled my defiance started to wear off.

"Awe, do you not like my newest piece for my art collection?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malicious amusement at my suffering.

The pain between my legs was unbearable, and I tried to wriggle free from my restraints, but it was as if I was trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight

She approached me with a leisurely pace, reveling in my anguish as she reached out to touch my wet cheeks, her touch feeling like a cold reminder of the hellish reality I found myself in.

I could do nothing but let her, my body numb and my spirit shattered by the sheer cruelty of the situation. The realization that I was at the mercy of a deranged individual hit me like a ton of bricks, and I knew that I was about to endure horrors beyond my wildest nightmares.

3rd Person's POV

As she stood there with an evil smirk playing on her lips, she looked positively diabolic, as if she had been possessed by the devil himself. The glint in her eyes sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to cross her path.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you open like this," she spoke with a chilling calmness in her voice. "Luckily, I'm a fashion designer, which means my stitch work is fantastic. I assure you, you'll be good as new."

She expertly donned her gloves and prepared a sterilized needle and thread, her movements precise and calculated.

"I'm going to have to warn you, this will hurt," she continued, a malevolent smile playing on her lips. "But just a little. You'll barely feel anything."

Despite his desperate pleas and frantic begging, she paid no heed. With a swift motion, the needle pierced through the meaty, chunky flesh, causing him to scream out in excruciating pain.

Her laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls as she continued her work as though she was on a mission from beyond. She sewed and sewed, the needle dancing in her skilled hands, the thread weaving a grotesque pattern on his skin.

She seemed unperturbed by his ear-deafening exclamations, her focus solely on her gruesome task at hand.

"Yikes, my hands are all bloody," she remarked casually, as though she was discussing the weather. "Just give me a moment to clean myself up."

Leaving him writhing in agony on the chair, she disappeared momentarily, leaving behind a trail of terror and despair. Min-Soo lay there, on the brink of losing consciousness, his body racked with intense pain that threatened to consume him whole.

When she returned, a sickening glee danced in her eyes, her smile as wide as the Cheshire cat's, but devoid of any semblance of human emotion.

"Now, for the last fun part," she declared, her voice dripping with faux empathy. "You'll enjoy it, as you won't have to suffer much. I'm not heartless, you know."

She brought a tool box and placed it on the table beside him. The metal clinks of the tools against each other echoed through the room, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Each item in the toolbox seemed to hold a sinister purpose, sending shivers down his spine.

“I'm sure you learnt how to dissect a frog in middle school, and the fascination you'd get after is great, that's why I'm going to do the same to you,” Heaven Valentino's voice dripped with malice, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

Min-Soo's eyes popped out as he heard the disturbing words leave her mouth. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a wave of fear washed over him like a chilling breeze.

In his thirty years of life, he has never heard someone sound so diabolical, much less expect that from a woman as fragile looking as Heaven Valentino.

It was as if a dark shadow had consumed her, twisting her innocent appearance into something malevolent and pure evil.

It's like the woman had given control to her inner demons.

She gripped the knife and sliced along his chest from top to bottom. The searing pain shot through Min-Soo's body, making his every nerve scream in agony. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, intensifying the terror swirling within him.

The man wailed, the pain unendurable. His voice filled the room, a symphony of suffering that seemed to go unheard by anyone beyond the four walls enclosing them.

“Just kill me please, kill me already, I beg you!” He cried out, his voice hoarse and desperate. Tears welled up in his eyes, a mixture of pain and fear clouding his vision.

"Gladly," Heaven's smile dropped, revealing a cold and distant expression that sent chills down his spine. The glint in her eyes spoke of a darkness within her that he could never have imagined.

The ambiance belched something deadly like a forbidden entity as she slowly but deeply pierced the razor sharp knife into his chest, plunging through him. A gut-wrenching sound filled the room as the blade tore through flesh and bone, sealing his fate.

His eyes were shot open, a tear trickled down his face, an inaudible cry left his mouth. And his chest heaved his last breath. The room fell silent, the oppressive weight of death lingering in the air as Black Eagle's life slipped away, leaving behind only emptiness and sorrow.

END OF TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Taehyung's POV

It's been quite some time since we've had any contact with Heaven. She left us at her uncle's hybrid facility and assured us that she would return soon to bring us back. I can't help but worry about her safety, what if something happened to her and we have no way of knowing?

I really hope she's okay and will be back with us soon.

Jungkook is recovering quickly, thanks to the amazing healing abilities of hybrids. He's been asking about Heaven, just like the rest of us, but none of us have any solid information to give him. We are all in the dark about her whereabouts and well-being.

I decided to visit Jungkook in his room to play some games with him. Dante, Heaven's uncle, has been incredibly kind and caring towards us. He provided us with our own comfortable rooms filled with everything we could possibly need. Dante always checks in on us and asks if there's anything we require.

When Jungkook asked for games, Dante went above and beyond by getting him a whole PlayStation set. We had no idea how to use it initially, but Dante patiently taught us the ropes. Ever since then, we've been hooked on gaming, especially Jungkook. It's been a great way to keep our minds occupied and pass the time while we wait for Heaven's return.

As I strolled along the hallway of the familiar facility, my senses suddenly came alive as the fragrant smell of lavender and baby powder danced around me. It was a scent I knew all too well, one that was both addictive and comforting.

Without hesitation, I followed the alluring trail which eventually led me to the reception area where she stood.

Her presence never failed to captivate me. With a gracefulness that seemed to defy all logic, she turned towards me. Our eyes met, and in that singular moment, everything else faded away. It was as though the world had stopped spinning, leaving only her in my line of sight.

"Kitty," her voice called out, filled with warmth and affection. Her arms opened wide, beckoning me closer.

I didn't need a second invitation. With a rush of emotions, I closed the distance between us and enveloped her in a tight embrace, lifting her delicate frame off the ground.

The scent of lavender and baby powder enveloped me, triggering a flood of memories and emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

The tears came unexpectedly, spilling down my cheeks as I clung to her. With gentle hands, she brushed away my tears, her tender kisses leaving a trail of comfort on my skin. Her smile, so familiar and yet so enchanting, melted any lingering doubts or fears in my heart.

"I missed you so much, kitty," her voice, like a soothing melody, whispered in my ear as we remained entwined in each other's arms. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of us, cocooned in a bubble of shared emotion and unspoken words.

But reality soon intruded, reminding me that others were waiting for her return. Guilt tugged at my heart, knowing that I had monopolized her attention for too long. The rest of the guys, especially Jungkook, must be eager to reunite with her as well.

"Heaven, the other guys have been longing to see you, especially Jungkook. He's been asking about you nonstop, almost to the point of obsession," I confessed with a chuckle, breaking the momentary silence between us.

Without missing a beat, she smiled playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way to my other babies," she declared, her command swathed in a layer of undeniable cuteness that never failed to charm me.

Reluctantly, I released her from my embrace and took her hand in mine, the size difference between our hands a poignant reminder of our bond.

As I guided her towards the waiting group of friends, a sense of contentment washed over me, knowing that she was finally back where she belonged.

With us.

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Hey there, lovely readers!

I just had to dive into the depths of darkness for this chapter, and let me tell you, it was like navigating through a pitch-black tunnel.

Writing it made me feel all kinds of emotions, and I hope you're all doing ok after reading it. But hey, at least Heaven finally got her sweet dose of revenge, right? Justice served!

I'm dying to know - what did you think of this chapter? My personal favorite part to write was the lovely little scene between Hobi and Heaven. It was just so heartwarming and adorable, it made my heart do a little twirl.

And oh my gosh, can we talk about Heaven's interactions with Taehyung? Literally the cutest thing ever, right? It's moments like those that make me fall in love with writing all over again. 💞

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True!

Expanding a thought from a conversation this morning:

In general, I think "Is X out-of-character?" is not a terribly useful question for a writer. It shuts down possibility, and interesting directions you could take a character.

A better question, I believe, is "What would it take for Character to do X?" What extremity would she find herself in, where X starts to look like a good idea? What loyalties or fears leave him with X as his only option? THAT'S where a potentially interesting story lies.

In practice, I find that you can often justify much more from a character than you initially dreamed you could: some of my best stories come from "What might drive Character to do [thing he would never do]?" As long as you make it clear to the reader what the hell pushed your character to this point, you've got the seed of a compelling story on your hands.

CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Nine – Messing With The Wrong Hybrids}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 7.8k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MENTIONS OF ABUSE, DEATH, RAPE, MOLESTATION, ABDUCTION, EXPLICIT PROFANITY AND GRAPHICAL MURDER. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION⚠️

NOTE: The warning label has been thoughtfully placed at both the beginning and end of the content to ensure that individuals who may be easily triggered are given ample opportunity to avoid viewing it.

TRANSLATIONS

Un diavolo è stato risvegliato ed è ora pronto a divorare le anime di coloro che osano provocarlo: A devil has awoken and is now ready to devour the souls of those who dare provoke it

Sorellina: Baby sis

Fratello: Older brother

La tua morte sarà così dolorosa che desidererai di aver venduto la tua anima al diavolo: your death will be so painful you'll wish you sold your soul to the devil

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

It has been a week since Jay told me about Jeong-sin and Woobin's sudden move for revenge, and I've been feeling uneasy ever since. Taking down woobin would be relatively easy for me, but my primary concern lies with the safety of the boys.

The boys are relatively new here, embracing their newfound freedom and camaraderie. I can't help but worry that their presence puts them at risk. While I have full confidence in my ability to protect them, the unpredictability of the situation keeps me on edge.

I've made a promise to myself to ensure the boys' safety and provide them with the life they deserve, a commitment I intend to uphold for the rest of my days. Their well-being is my top priority.

Lately, I've observed significant progress in the boys, particularly Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin. They have been dedicated to their training, and it's starting to show. One notable change is their growing comfort around humans; they no longer shy away or lower their gaze when conversing with humans, a significant milestone for hybrids like them.

I've noticed that my hybrids haven't shifted at all ever since I removed the nano chips designed to alter their DNA. These chips were originally intended to prevent them from transforming into their animal forms. While I'm relieved that they no longer have this restriction, I can't help but worry about the impact it may have on their ability to connect with their animal sides.

I don't want to pressure them to shift, as I believe it's a personal and innate process. However, I also don't want them to unintentionally limit themselves from fully embracing their dual nature. Developing a strong bond with their animal counterparts is important for their well-being and overall identity.

I'll continue to observe and support them as they navigate this journey of self-discovery and transformation. My hope is that they will eventually feel comfortable enough to embrace all aspects of themselves, both human and animal, without any external limitations.

I was sitting at my desk in my cozy home office, surrounded by piles of work files that needed my attention. The only sound in the room was the soft scratching of my pen against paper as I reviewed documents and made notes. Suddenly, the peace was interrupted by the sound of my brother Marcus entering the room, his usually calm demeanour replaced by a look of anxiety and distress.

Marcus was always the hardest of my four siblings to understand. He had a way of keeping his emotions hidden, his facial expressions often unreadable. Even when he was engaging in what he jokingly referred to as 'the devil's playground,' where he would release hell on those who crossed him, his demeanour remained cool and collected.

So, seeing him in a state of panic was a rarity that sent a shiver down my spine. I could tell something serious had happened, or was about to happen, to prompt such a reaction from him.

"Marcus, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern as I watched him struggle to find the right words to express himself.

He hesitated, his words coming out in a jumble of stammers and half-sentences. It was clear that whatever had shaken him to this extent was serious.

"The b-boys... Namj- all-'' Marcus trailed off, unable to complete his sentence.

My mind raced as I tried to make sense of his fragmented words. The boys? My hybrids? The thought sent a chill down my spine. This couldn't be happening.

"Spit it out already! What has happened?!" I demanded, my voice rising in panic as I braced myself for the worst.

"They have been taken," Marcus whispered, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks.

As I processed Marcus's words, disbelief washed over me. Taken? How? By whom? I had just left them after breakfast to attend to some urgent business. The mere thought of them being missing sent shivers down my spine.

My trembling voice failed to mask the rising panic within me. "You're j-joking right?! This is a prank, right? Dante put you up to this, haha...you guys got me, it's not funny," I stammered, desperately grasping for any explanation other than the dreadful truth.

But Marcus's solemn expression dashed any hopes of it being a joke. His eyes bore into mine, conveying a reality I wasn't prepared to face. "No, it's not," he affirmed, his voice heavy with the weight of the revelation.

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind. No, this can't be happening. They must be playing hide-and-seek in the backyard, or so I desperately tried to convince myself. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the echoes of my own racing heartbeat.

I quickly rushed out of my office, the urgency of the situation propelling me forward. Panic and confusion gripped me as I frantically searched through the entire mansion, my heart racing as I almost didn't notice the chaos that had unfolded in my own home.

The scene that greeted me was straight out of a nightmare - bloodstains marked the walls and floors, lifeless bodies scattered around, and the acrid smell of smoke hung heavily in the air. Firefighters and police officers were bustling about, putting out the flames and gathering statements from the shaken staff members.

How could this have happened under my own roof? The feeling of disbelief and powerlessness washed over me as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. I prided myself on being in control, on knowing everything that transpired within these walls. Yet, I had failed to prevent this catastrophe.

As I frantically tried to piece together what had gone wrong, it dawned on me that my office, my sanctuary within the mansion, was completely soundproof. A measure I had taken to shield myself from distractions, it now seemed like a cruel irony. The security alarms and cameras I had installed as a precaution now felt like a mocking reminder of my oversight.

Questions and doubts swirled in my mind, each more damning than the last. Why hadn't anyone alerted me to the danger? How had I been so oblivious to the brewing storm within my own home? The weight of my own ignorance bore down on me, a heavy burden of guilt and regret.

In that moment of clarity, a cold realisation gripped me - my arrogance and complacency had endangered everyone under my roof. The safety of my loyal employees, the well-being of those who served me without question, all had been jeopardized because of my own negligence.

The sinking feeling of failure gnawed at me, a bitter taste of remorse colouring my thoughts. I had been so sure of my invincibility, so certain that no one would dare challenge me, especially within the confines of my own domain. And yet, here I stood, a mere shadow of the woman I thought I was, my bravado shattered by the harsh reality of the present situation.

As the gravity of the situation sank in, a new sense of determination took hold. I would not rest until I had uncovered the truth, until I had rescued my boys and restored order to my shattered home.

I glanced around the room and spotted Andre and Dante engrossed in a conversation with Mr. Kim, a private investigator who had been working with our family for years. As I focused on them, I noticed the nurse tending to Dante's wound. My heart skipped a beat as concern flooded my mind. Our family lived an unpredictable life, constantly at risk of threats and danger. Even though we were well-prepared and skilled, the dangers always managed to find a way to inflict harm upon us.

I rushed towards Dante, my mind racing with worry. The sight of him injured stirred a mix of fear and protectiveness within me. I couldn't bear to see my loved ones in pain or in harm's way. Despite Dante being older than me by a year, I couldn't help but feel overly protective of him, as if he were the youngest in our family.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as I reached Dante's side.

"I'm fine, sorellina," Dante reassured me with a weak smile, trying to downplay the severity of his injury. "It's just a scratch," he added, trying to ease my worries.

As Andre finished talking to the investigator and approached me, his face was a mask of calm, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. I could feel the weight of his words even before they left his lips, and I braced myself for the gut-wrenching truth that was about to unfold.

"Heaven, I'm sorry I couldn't protect them," Andre's voice cracked with raw emotion, and my heart clenched in response. His words echoed in my mind, each syllable heavy with guilt and regret. I could see the anguish etched on his features, the burden of failure weighing him down.

"I tried, I really did," Andre continued, his voice steadier now, but the pain still lingering beneath the surface. "But it all just happened so fast, we were so unprepared, unaware." His words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of the chaos that had descended upon us.

"I know who took them," he declared, his voice resolute.

My mind raced as he revealed the truth behind the attack.

Jeong-sin.

That bastard had orchestrated the assault on our estate with ruthless precision. His men had slipped past our defences, exploiting our vulnerabilities and striking when we least expected it.

"And I swear, even if it costs my life, I will bring them back." The intensity in his gaze was unwavering, a promise forged in steel.

I tried to speak, to offer words of solace or reassurance, but the lump in my throat choked back any sound. Tears threatened to spill over, but I held them in check, refusing to crumble under the weight of despair. I had to be strong, for them, for the boys who were now out there, lost and vulnerable.

Tight hugs were exchanged with my brothers before I decided to make my way upstairs. The thought of them following me made my heart ache, so I was relieved to find myself climbing the stairs alone, avoiding a potential emotional breakdown in front of them.

Skipping the elevator, I made my way to the third floor where both my room and the hybrids' rooms were positioned. Moving from one room to another, I collected each of their hoodies, finding solace in the familiarity of their scents.

Finally settling into the large room where the boys used to hang out, I allowed the weight of the situation to hit me. As I curled up on the couch, surrounded by their hoodies, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. It was a release I hadn't experienced in a long time, each teardrop carrying the weight of the emotions I had been holding back.

In that moment of vulnerability, I realised just how much these guys meant to me. Their absence felt like a gaping hole in my chest, a void that couldn't be filled. The depth of my emotions took me by surprise, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

As the tears continued to fall, I couldn't help but reflect on the bond that we shared.

When my eyes finally gave out and I was unable to cry anymore, I just lay there, feeling limp and soulless. It was as if a piece of me had been taken away, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake.

As the silence enveloped me, my mind drifted down memory lane, reliving all the precious moments we had shared. I could almost hear Jungkook and Taehyung bickering over who would get to have pets first, their playful banter filling the room with warmth. Yoongi, ever the quiet one, would come and rest his head on my lap, seeking comfort in our little family.

I could picture Hobi meticulously grooming his tail before moving on to groom Jimin, who was lazily sprawled out on the couch. Their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the love we all shared.

Jin, the eternal caretaker, would be in the kitchen, lost in thought as he planned out our next meal. Namjoon, always the intellectual, would be seated by the window, engrossed in a book, his eyes dancing with curiosity and wonder.

The memories flooded my mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of what once was. It almost felt as though they were still here with me, their presence lingering in the air like a faint whisper. The ache in my heart grew stronger, and I could feel the tears welling up once again, threatening to spill over.

I slowly rose from the spot where I had been wallowing in heartache and despair for what felt like an eternity. The weight of grief bore down on me, making each movement a struggle, but I fought through the pain. As I stood up, a fire ignited within me.

"I am Heaven fucking Valentino," I whispered to myself, my voice filled with determination. "I will not allow myself to drown in tears any longer. I will find a way to bring my boys back, no matter the cost."

The thought of the ones who had taken my loved ones away from me fueled a rage that I had kept hidden, right beneath the surface, like a dark entity had consumed me.

They would pay for their actions, they would suffer as I had suffered. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white with determination.

A sinister thought crept into my mind, a darkness that I had never known before.

"Un diavolo è stato risvegliato ed è ora pronto a divorare le anime di coloro che osano provocarlo," I thought, the words dripping with malice. A devil had been awoken within me, and it hungered for vengeance.

Nothing would stand in the way of me reuniting with my boys. I would move heaven and earth, confront demons and angels, if that's what it took to bring them back to me.

They may have thought they had won by taking my loved ones away, but they had awoken a force within me that would not rest until justice was served.

I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The road to redemption would be long and treacherous, but I was determined to walk it, no matter the cost. The echoes of my vow filled the room, a solemn oath to myself and to my hybrids.

3rd Person's POV

~3 Weeks Later: Unknown~

The cold, damp air clung to the seven unclothed hybrids as they found themselves chained to the unforgiving stone wall. They were huddled together, their bodies pressed tightly against one another for some semblance of warmth and comfort. Each of them bore an expression of defeat, their eyes vacant and haunted by the horrors they had endured.

Despite the physical closeness, a palpable sense of isolation hung heavy in the air. The chains that bound them served as a cruel reminder of their captivity, stripping them of their autonomy and dignity. They felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly powerless in the face of their oppressors.

Every breath they took was laced with fear and uncertainty. The promise of freedom had been nothing but a cruel illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of their existence. They had dared to dream of equality, of a world where they could coexist with humans without fear or prejudice. But now, as they huddled together in chains, they knew that those dreams were nothing but a fantasy.

Regret gnawed at them, a bitter taste in their mouths as they reflected on their misplaced trust. They had believed in a future where they could stand proudly alongside their human counterparts, where they could claim their rightful place in society. But now, as they trembled in the darkness, they realized the futility of their hopes.

The weight of betrayal bore down on them, crushing their spirits as they grappled with the harsh truth of their situation. The promises of liberty and freedom had been nothing more than empty words, designed to placate and deceive. Their hopes had been manipulated, their trust exploited for the benefit of those who saw them as nothing more than objects to be controlled.

A sense of helplessness settled over them, suffocating in its intensity. They knew that resistance would only bring more pain, more suffering. And so, they clung to each other, seeking solace in the simple act of being together in their shared despair.

As they shivered in the darkness, a flicker of defiance sparked within them. Despite their desolation, a glimmer of determination kindled in their hearts. They may have been chained, they may have been broken, but they refused to be silenced.

~FLASHBACK: Day After The Kidnap~

Ice-cold water splashed over their huddled forms, shrieks of shock and surprise filling the dimly lit room. The abrupt intrusion of reality yanked them from the depths of slumber, their bodies tensing with immediate alertness.

“Wake up, filthy hybrids!” The voice that cut through the air was raspy and harsh, carrying the weight of authority and disdain.

The hybrids stirred, their eyes flickering open to survey their surroundings with a mix of confusion and apprehension. The man loomed over them, his features contorted into a scowl that radiated contempt and power. It didn't take long for the hybrids to piece together the grim situation they found themselves in.

“SHUT UP!” The command was barked out with force, causing them to flinch at the sheer hostility in his tone.

The Jaguar growled low in his throat, a primal instinct rising to the surface in the face of perceived threat. Before he could react further, a surge of electricity coursed through his body, convulsing him in agony as he let out a pained cry.

“Growl at me again, and I'll shock another one of you motherfuckers.” The threat hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The hybrids, though seething with suppressed rage and defiance, wisely chose to hold their tongues and contain their feral impulses.

Where were they? They had been playing outside in the warm afternoon sun when chaos erupted. The sound of the explosion still echoed in their ears, and the sight of the armed men storming towards them was etched in their memories.

They had fought back, the adrenaline coursing through their veins giving them a surge of strength. But the men had been too many, too well-equipped, and soon darkness had claimed them.

Now, they found themselves in a dimly lit room, the cold metal bars of a cage enclosing them. Panic gripped their hearts as they scanned their unfamiliar surroundings, searching for a way out, for any sign of hope. Where were they? How had they ended up here?

Amidst the confusion and fear, another thought nagged at them – Heaven. Was she safe? Did she even know they were missing? The boys were desperate for answers, for reassurance that their Human was unharmed.

Their musings were interrupted by the harsh voice of a man in the shadows. His words cut through the silence like a knife, filled with malice and contempt. He spoke of Heaven in a way that made the boys bristle with anger, his crude insinuations igniting a fierce protectiveness within them.

"That woman is one kinky bitch," the man sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'm not surprised, it's always the stuck-up ones that tend to be wolves in sheep's clothing." His words were like poison, fueling the fire of rage in the boys' hearts.

In that moment, they felt a bond of solidarity with Heaven, a fierce determination to protect her honour and dignity. The man's attempt to degrade her only strengthened their resolve, their loyalty unwavering.

“I bet you pleasure her every night, making her moan as she glorifies herself in her fortune,” the man continued, his words laced with contempt.

Yoongi's eyes blazed with unbridled fury, his chest heaving with rage as he glared at the man in front of him. How dare this despicable human talk about Heaven in such a disrespectful way?

“You think you can speak about Heaven like that, you disgusting excuse for a human?” Yoongi's voice was low, sharp with anger.

He could feel the tension crackling in the air, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he shook the cage with a violent fervour. The man, unfazed by Yoongi’s display of rage, smirked.

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to, you pathetic excuse of an experiment?” The man’s voice dripped with contempt as he raised a shock stick, threateningly advancing towards Yoongi. But Yoongi stood his ground, his defiance unwavering.

No one was allowed to disrespect the one human that Yoongi held dear. His loyalty to Heaven burned like a fierce flame within him, guiding his actions as he faced off against the man with the shock stick.

As the man poised to strike with the shock stick, Yoongi’s muscles tensed, gripping the bars of the cage and just as the man's arm swung forward,

“NOW!” Yoongi's voice boomed through the room, a command that sent a ripple of urgency through the other hybrids. With a synchronised effort, they threw themselves against the cage, their combined strength testing the limits of its hinges.

The metal groaned under the force of their combined efforts, straining against the weight of the hybrids pushing against it. The tension in the room was palpable as the cage creaked and shuddered.

And then, with one final push, the cage gave way. The door swung open with a loud clang, sending the man stumbling back in shock. Yoongi emerged from the confines of his prison, his eyes ablaze with determination as he faced down his captor.

As they were finally set free from the confines of their cage, the man's trembling hands gripped the shock stick tightly as he stumbled backward in fear. His attempts to assert authority were feeble as he waved the weapon in front of the liberated hybrids, his voice quivering with false bravado.

“S-stay back, you freaks! I won't hesitate to use this!” he stammered, his words lacking the conviction needed to command respect.

As the ragtag group made their way out of the cage, there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. A collective hush fell over them, their bodies frozen in a moment of eerie stillness. Gradually, their once-human eyes darkened, their forms contorting as claws and fangs emerged, transforming them into grotesque, bestial figures.

The sight was nothing short of ghastly; their twisted appearances bordered on the demonic, exuding an aura of malevolence that chilled the very air around them.

“What in the world?!” The man's voice cracked with disbelief, his fear escalating as he scrambled to his feet. “I didn't think you could get any freakier than this, you sick freaks, back off!” his panicked words failed to mask the rising terror in his tone.

In a fatal misjudgment, the man's futile attempt to stand his ground prompted one of the hybrids—a jaguar-human hybrid—to launch a vicious attack. With a primal snarl, the hybrid leaped upon him, driving its elongated claws deep into the man's chest. A piercing scream of agony pierced the air as the hybrid dragged its lethal appendage down the man's writhing form, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.

“What was that you said, huh?” a guttural voice, dripping with malice, cut through the man's cries of pain. It was Yoongi, his once-familiar voice now distorted by an otherworldly presence, bearing no semblance to the man he once was.

Rendered speechless by searing pain, the man could only gasp in torment as Yoongi's words, laced with venom, reverberated in the air.

Observing the brutal scene unfolding before them, the other hybrids wore twisted grins of satisfaction, relishing the man's suffering as though it were a perverse form of retribution.

“You are tainted with the stench of decay, a foul odour that sickens me. I despise the smell of rot, but the scent of your putrid flesh decomposing shall be a welcome change,” Yoongi's voice, now a sinister growl, resonated with a primal thirst for vengeance. His words dripped with a chilling promise of further violence, a dark vendetta incarnate.

As Yoongi stood there, looking at the grisly scene he had created, a small sense of satisfaction washed over him. It wasn't just about vengeance anymore; it was about asserting dominance, showing that no one could cross him or his pack without facing dire consequences. Each tear of flesh, each crack of bone, was a message to anyone else who dared to challenge them.

The man's pitiful cries echoed in the room, gradually subsiding as his life drained away. Yoongi relished in the agony he had inflicted, savouring every moment of the man's suffering. It wasn't enough for him to just end his life quickly; he wanted him to feel the full weight of his wrath, to understand the extent of his mistake.

But as the man's last breath left his body, Yoongi and the rest of the guys felt a shift in the air. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of the hybrids. They had all witnessed what he had done, had all dwelled in dark satisfaction and the man’s misery but that was all a momentary high.

Their reactions ranged from horror to utter disgust. Even Hoseok, usually the most optimistic of them all, couldn't hide his shivers at the sight.

“What just happened?" he managed to choke out, his voice tinged with fear.

“We'll think about this later, we need to get out of here first-'' Jin started, but his words were cut off by the sudden hiss of gas starting to fill the room.

The hybrids coughed and sputtered, their lungs burning as they struggled to breathe in the toxic fumes. Despite their best efforts, the gas soon overwhelmed them, and one by one, they fell to the ground, unconscious once again.

Little did they know that the events of that night had triggered something dark within them, awakening their primal instincts and setting their animal sides free.

As they lay there, unaware of the imminent danger they were in, the hybrids' transformation had only just begun. Their latent powers surged to the surface, mixing with the bloodlust in their veins and fueling a hunger for control that threatened to consume them all.

The shift was not just physical; it was a change in their very essence, turning them into feral, feared beings that would stop at nothing to assert their dominance.

If they let their animal sides take control, the hybrids would become merciless predators, a force to be reckoned with in a world that was unprepared for their power.

The danger wasn't just in what they had become, but in the havoc they could wreak if they lost themselves to their primal urges. They were on the verge of unleashing a darkness that could consume them all.

~Present day~

Namjoon POV

Since that dreadful day, our lives have been a living nightmare. We found ourselves waking up in a dingy basement, trapped in a horrifying ordeal orchestrated by unknown assailants. The sheer brutality of our captors' actions left us utterly broken and demoralised.

We were subjected to unspeakable acts of violence – physically and emotionally abused, stripped of our dignity, and forced to endure unimaginable suffering.

The group has reached a breaking point. The relentless torment we've endured has taken its toll, shattering our spirits and extinguishing any flicker of hope. The overwhelming sense of helplessness and despair weighs heavily on all of us.

Amidst the despair and agony, a troubling accusation emerged – that Heaven was somehow involved in our harrowing ordeal. Despite the evidence pointing towards her involvement, I struggled to accept that someone we held dear could betray us in such a cruel manner. However, the guys were convinced of her guilt, their belief unwavering in the face of mounting suspicions.

I found myself torn between loyalty to my pack and a lingering faith in Heavens’ goodness. I attempted to reason with them, to persuade them that Heaven would never betray us and that salvation might yet be within reach. Yet, my words fell on deaf ears, their resolve unyielding in the face of overwhelming despair.

As the de facto leader of our pack, I grappled with feelings of inadequacy and failure. I could sense the weight of responsibility pressing down on me, the burden of ensuring the safety and well-being of my packmates becoming almost unbearable.

The sight of my packmates battered and broken, their spirits crushed and their hope extinguished, filled me with a profound sense of guilt and helplessness.

Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook bore the brunt of our captors' cruelty. Jungkook, in particular, bore the scars of our ordeal most deeply, his spirit shattered to the point of withdrawing into a state of detachment and resignation– little space.

Witnessing the toll that our suffering had taken on them, seeing them reduced to mere shells of themselves, filled me with a profound sense of grief and powerlessness.

As we languished in our grim captivity, I grappled with feelings of despair and resignation.

I glance around at my pack mates, seeing the frustration and anger mirrored in their eyes. Being unable to help Jungkook and Jimin as they are taken yet again is tearing us apart. We know the consequences of defying humans, but it doesn't make it any easier to watch our brothers be dragged away.

The door creaks open, and my heart sinks as Jimin is shoved into the room. His face is a mess - red and swollen from repeated blows, with deep scratches marring his skin. I can feel my blood boiling at the sight of his injuries, at the injustice of it all.

The guards handle him roughly, pushing him towards the cage where I'm confined. Jimin stumbles and falls to the ground, a pathetic sight that ignites a fire in my chest. How dare they treat him like this? How dare they take away his dignity and his pride?

I focus on keeping my growls low as the guards threaten me, their eyes gleaming with malice. They enjoy our suffering, revelling in their power over us. But I refuse to cower before them, to let them break me down.

My blood boils as I listen to the guards disrespect Jimin. I can feel the anger pulsing through my veins, the urge to protect him at any cost overwhelming me. Seeing the marks of violence on his back and neck only fuels my fury further. No one should ever lay a hand on one of our own.

The mention of Jungkook brings a different kind of frustration. The guards' crude comments and objectification of him make my blood boil even more. It's sickening to hear them talk about him as if he's some kind of object to be used and discarded. Jungkook deserves respect, he is My packmate.

I clench my fists, trying to calm myself down. The guards may be ignorant and cruel, but I can't let their words dictate my actions. I need to focus on protecting my pack and standing up for what's right, no matter how infuriating the situation may be.

As the guards leave the basement, their laughter echoing in the hallway, I can't help but worry about what other injustices may be happening in this place. The fact that they see us as nothing more than tools for their pleasure and profit is sickening. We're so much more than that. We're a pack, a family, and we deserve to be treated as such.

I turn to Jimin, his eyes filled with pain and exhaustion. I know he's strong, but even the strongest of us have their breaking points. I reach out a hand to him, offering whatever comfort and support I can provide. We may be in a dark and unforgiving place, but we'll get through this together. As long as we stand united, we can overcome any challenge that comes our way.

I just hope Jungkook is at least spared today.

TRIGGER CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

3rd Person's POV

As the hours tick by, the heavy creak of the basement door echoes through the dimly lit room. Two guards, their faces etched with a mixture of disgust and dominance, are shoving a muzzled panther hybrid inside. The air is thick with tension as the powerful scent of fear and adrenaline fills the space.

"Fucking hybrid bit one of Ms. Park's friends. Listen here, you little fucker, I'm gonna show you what happens when you mess with your superior," one guard growls, his voice laced with a sinister edge, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

The hybrid's eyes gleam with defiance as it struggles against the unyielding grip of the guards. The other hybrids in the room let out low growls, the primal instinct to protect their own kicking in. They watch in silent fury as the youngest among them is dragged to the centre of the room, chains rattling ominously with each step.

With mechanical efficiency, the guards restrain the hybrid, chaining his hands and legs with a cruel lack of concern for his well-being. The muzzle is fastened tightly around his jaws, stifling any protests or cries for mercy. The room is a powder keg ready to explode, the tension so thick it's almost palpable.

As the guards step back, a palpable sense of anticipation hangs in the air. The hybrid, now subdued but still defiant, stares back at his captors with a mixture of fear and anger burning in his eyes. The room is silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the guards and the low, menacing growls of the other hybrids.

It is a cruel display of power, a reminder of the hierarchy that dominates their twisted world. The guards revel in their authority, their twisted pleasure at the sight of the hybrid's submission evident in their cruel smiles.

As the brutal scene unfolded, Jungkook's agony only seemed to fuel the guards' sadistic pleasure. With a smirk on his face, one of the guards commanded his friend to join in on the cruel act. The sound of the belt being unbuckled echoed through the room, signaling the beginning of the torture.

A wave of pain surged through Jungkook's body as he was struck repeatedly on the back, each blow causing him to cry out in distress. Sore and covered in blood, he lay defenceless on the ground, his spirit broken by the relentless assault.

The cruelty didn't stop there. In a display of horrifying brutality, one of the guards forced himself on Jungkook, violating him in the most despicable manner. The other guard followed suit, taking turns in dehumanising and abusing the helpless hybrid.

Meanwhile, the other hybrids in the cage could only watch in horror and helplessness as their companion suffered at the hands of these vile men. Their growls and cries of fury mixed with the sound of metal bars being rattled in a futile attempt to break free. The cage, designed to withstand the strength of hybrids, held firm, mocking their desperate attempts to rescue Jungkook from his torment.

Jungkook's screams and moans reverberated through the room, a haunting symphony of pain that only seemed to fuel the guards' twisted pleasure. Their laughter and jeers filled the air, mixing with the sounds of the hybrid's suffering to create a sickening cacophony of depravity.

As the guards reveled in the misery they had inflicted upon Jungkook, a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. The darkness of the room seemed to seep into the very souls of those present, staining them with the taint of their vile deeds.

Just then the basement door flew open with a deafening creak, announcing the unexpected intrusion, the room fell into a tense silence. All eyes turned towards the mysterious woman who barged in, dressed head to toe in a black tight leather jumpsuit and a ski mask that concealed her identity. The guards, who had been in the middle of a vile act toward Jungkook, froze in their tracks, their expressions a mix of shock and fear.

Jungkook, laying half-conscious on the ground, struggled to focus through the haze of pain and confusion. Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted towards him, cutting through the chaos around him. Lavender and baby powder. The scent triggered a memory, a connection that stirred in his clouded mind.

The hybrids, who had been prisoners in this grim basement, looked at the woman with a mixture of shock and a glimmer of hope. They had endured torment and misery at the hands of their captors, and this unexpected arrival brought a spark of uncertainty into the air.

The woman's gaze swept over the room, her eyes locking onto each of the hybrids before settling on the guards who were still occupied with Jungkook. A wave of anger and determination flashed across her face, hardening her features.

“Heaven…” Jungkook's weak voice whispered softly before succumbing to unconsciousness, his body finally giving in to the pain and exhaustion.

The woman's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, dripping with venom and rage as she confronted the guards.

“How dare you HOW. DARE. YOU. PUT. YOUR. FILTHY. HANDS. ON. MY. HYBRIDS?!” Each word laced with a promise of retribution, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Closing the distance between her and the guards, she exuded a palpable aura of danger. The guards, momentarily caught off guard by her presence and boldness, dared to question her identity.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of them hissed, defiance colouring his words.

A chilling smile crept onto the woman's face, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

“I'm the devil, and I'm here to take you to hell,” she retorted, her words laced with a sinister promise of justice.

The guards, faced with a force they had not anticipated, exchanged uneasy glances. In that moment, they realised that they were not dealing with a mere intruder – they were facing someone who held power beyond their comprehension.

As the guards ominously raised their guns, the tension in the room thickened. They pointed their weapons directly at her, ready to fire at any moment. But she remained calm, her heart pounding in her chest as she whispered into her earpiece.

"Jay now!" And in a deafening roar, a bomb exploded, sending shockwaves through the room and hurling everyone into chaos.

Amidst the smoke and debris, she swiftly regained her footing and locked eyes on the man who had violated Jungkook. With a swift movement, she took hold of her knife and sliced through his groin, causing him to let out a gut-wrenching scream of agony.

As he writhed in pain, she taunted him, "Oops, wrong body part." With a cold determination, she drove the blade into his left eye, eliciting even more cries of anguish.

But she wasn't done yet. With a merciless resolve, she viciously stabbed the guard multiple times, each thrust releasing a disturbing gush of blood. And with one final, fatal blow, she plunged the knife deep into his skull, ending his life in an instant.

The room fell silent, save for the echoes of the man's final screams.

“Crazy bitch, who the fuck are you, huh?!"

The other guard, trembling and desperate, attempted to reach for his gun but found himself abruptly stopped as Namjoon, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, sank his teeth into the guard's leg with a savage ferocity. The other hybrids swiftly joined in, tearing and mutilating the guard's body in a brutal display of retribution.

END OF TRIGGERING CONTENT ⚠️

With the cage now broken open from the explosion, Heaven wasted no time and rushed to Jungkook's motionless form. Overwhelmed by a mix of relief and exhaustion, she weakly called out into her earpiece,

"Fratello, please come quick," her voice trembling with emotion as she sank to the ground, the weight of the harrowing ordeal finally catching up to her.

As chaos and violence unfolded around her, one thing was clear - she was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable presence in a world of darkness and danger, willing to do whatever it took to protect those she cared about.

As the rush of adrenaline subsided, a wave of sentiments that she had been keeping at bay crashed over her like an unstoppable force. She felt a whirlwind of emotions - from revulsion to despair, feeling completely erratic and shattered. Her hybrid, lying on her lap, was in a pitiful state, maimed, suffering, and deeply traumatised.

The weight of guilt bore down on her, her mind reeling with the same haunting question - how could she have allowed this to happen? It was her carelessness that had led to this tragedy.

If only she had stayed vigilant, none of this would have transpired, and the boys would have been safe at home, frolicking and cuddling with each other while watching a movie - instead of the grim reality that now unfolded before her.

"Why did this have to happen? Why you? If only I had arrived sooner, if only I hadn't left you alone, none of this would have occurred. I failed you... as your guardian, your protector, and most importantly, as your friend. You didn't deserve this... you don't deserve this. I should have been there for you... I should have..." Her voice trailed off into a desolate whisper, choked with emotion.

She found herself unable to articulate the depth of her anguish; it felt like her very essence was being torn asunder as she gazed upon the injured hybrids. They gazed back at her, an amalgam of conflicting emotions apparent in their eyes.

Did they truly believe the accusations against her? Was this all part of some elaborate scheme? If so, why did she intervene to save them once more? Why was she there with them in their darkest hour?

Confusion and turmoil reigned supreme among the hybrids, their trust shattered, their wounds both physical and emotional raw and exposed. The woman before them remained an enigma - a figure of both mystery and reproach, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty and doubt.

As they cautiously approached the pair, a makeshift barrier formed by the hybrids shielded Heaven and Jungkook. The tense atmosphere was disrupted as guards representing the formidable Valentino family, along with her brothers, arrived on the scene.

Attempting to edge closer, the Valentino guards were met with fierce snarls from the hybrids, a clear indication to maintain a safe distance. Sensing the escalating tension, she intervened with a calm yet emotionless request directed at Andre.

"Hey Andre, could you do me a favour and give us a moment? We'll catch up with you later, alright?" Her voice carried an air of detachment as she spoke.

Just as Dante seemed poised to speak, Marcus intervened, prompting Andre to signal the guards to depart, leaving them alone to address the pressing situation at hand.

Feeling the weight of the fraught situation, she knelt before the group, her hands clasped tightly as she offered a heartfelt apology tinged with regret.

"I know mere words may seem inadequate at this point. No amount of apologies can erase the pain you've endured. If my actions have eroded your trust, I understand. But before you make any decisions, can we please leave this place and talk somewhere else?" Her plea was earnest, a mix of desperation and sincerity evident in her tone.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as they gazed at Jungkook's motionless form, contemplating her words. It was Namjoon who broke the silence, stepping forward to gently pat her head, a gesture of comfort and understanding.

In that moment, she looked up, meeting Namjoon's gaze as he uttered a few softly spoken words that held a glimmer of acceptance.

"Let's go," his voice was gentle, a faint smile playing on his lips, signalling a tentative truce amidst the chaos that had enveloped them.

Namjoon's face was grim as he gave a subtle nod to Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi. Without a word, they each took a silent step forward, their eyes determined as they carefully lifted Jungkook's unconscious form.

With a shared understanding, Heaven rose from her crouched position on the ground, her resolve firm as she led the way out of the dingy basement. The air was thick with tension, and the collective anger that simmered within the group was palpable.

As they made their way through the dimly lit corridors, Heaven's thoughts were consumed by a relentless desire for vengeance against Kim Jeong-sin. The mere mention of his name sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire of hatred and malevolence within her that burned hot and fierce.

"You've messed with the wrong hybrids, Kim Jeong-sin," she vowed silently, her voice laced with venom. Her gaze was steely as she envisioned the reckoning that awaited the man who had dared to cross them. "Very soon, you and your brother will be reunited. I promise you that."

The promise hung heavy in the air, a dark omen of the storm that was brewing on the horizon. Heaven's heartbeat with a fierce determination, her steps steady as they brought her closer to the reckoning she sought.

Revenge, she knew, would be a dish best served cold. The taste of vindication would be bittersweet, a symphony of justice and retribution that would echo through the halls of time.

With each passing moment, her certainty grew, fueling the flames of her resolve. She would be their worst nightmare, a force to be reckoned with, a harbinger of doom for those who dared to cross her path.

And as they emerged from the shadows of the shabby building, Heaven's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, her soul ablaze with a thirst for vengeance that knew no bounds.

"I'll be your worst fucking nightmare," she seethed, her voice low and dangerous. "La tua morte sarà così dolorosa che desidererai di aver venduto la tua anima al diavolo."

The words hung in the air like a curse, a promise of pain and suffering that would consume those who had wronged her. And as they faded into the night, Heaven's resolve remained unyielding, a beacon of wrath and retribution that would not be denied

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Hey there lovely readers 🌟,

I hope you're all doing well! I just wanted to drop in and give you an update on the latest chapter of my story.

Firstly, I have to apologise for the delay in updating. This chapter really took a toll on me, and I needed to be in the right headspace to write it. The scenes I crafted were quite intense and emotionally draining. It's amazing how our minds can conjure up such disturbing imagery, isn't it?

I understand that the content of this chapter may be unsettling for some of you. The graphic descriptions and scenes portrayed may evoke strong emotions, and I truly appreciate your willingness to engage with them. I want to reassure you that this is a work of fiction, none of it is real, so please don't take it to heart.

In the midst of all this darkness, I want to emphasise the importance of practising good mental health. It's crucial not only for ourselves but also for those around us. Taking care of our emotional well-being is essential, especially when we're exposed to challenging narratives like the one in this chapter.

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If you choose to continue reading, I deeply appreciate your dedication and open-mindedness. Rest assured, the next chapter will be less haunting, and I promise a lighter tone ahead. Remember, it's not the end of the world, and there's always a glimmer of hope in every story.

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Eight – Nothing Matters, Only You}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 5.0k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: just fluff and slight angst

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

It’s been a smooth ride for the past few days. Ever since the boys blended in with my other brothers and the staff, things have been going great. It's heartwarming to see everyone getting along so well.

Today was a significant day for us as it marked the start of our training sessions. I was bursting with excitement, eagerly anticipating the progress we'd make. The goal is for them to grow into the fierce yet compassionate predators they were born to be.

This morning, I decided to start our day early, much to the dismay of Yoongi. Anyone who knows him would understand how much he values his beauty sleep. I almost got scratched for daring to disturb his slumber. It's a known fact that he detests being woken up, except by me. There's something special about our bond that allows me to rouse him from his sleep or cuddle with him for extended periods.

However, today seemed to be a bit of a mix-up for Yoongi. Mistaking me for Jungkook, he was caught off guard when I accompanied the younger one to wake him up. Jungkook is known for his mischievous nature, especially when it comes to teasing his older brothers like Yoongi. The look on Yoongi’s face was priceless when he realized it was me and not Jungkook who was trying to wake him up.

The sight of Yoongi's confusion and Jungkook’s mischievous grin nearly drove me to laughter, despite the seriousness of the situation. It was a moment that perfectly encapsulated the unique dynamics within our little family. Yoongi glaring at me, Jungkook stifling his laughter, and me trying to maintain a serious facade while inwardly cracking up.

The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a soft golden hue over the backyard where my unsuspecting group of sleepy, pajama-clad boys stood. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at their disheveled appearances, the remnants of sleep still heavy in their eyes. It was going to be a challenge to get them up and moving, but I was determined to show them some tough love and kickstart their day with a bang.

I cleared my throat, trying to stifle a giggle as their groggy expressions turned into scowls at being awoken so early.

"Alright, listen up, boys," I announced, trying to sound authoritative despite the amusement bubbling inside me.

"You're probably wondering why I dragged you out here at the crack of dawn."

Their eyes widened slightly, the first signs of curiosity peeking through their exhaustion.

"Well, today marks the beginning of our training regimen. My brothers will be taking the lead as your instructors, with some additional experts joining us later on."

They stared at me as if I had completely lost my mind, but it wasn't long before the realization set in. Panic ensued as they scrambled to shake off their sleep-induced fog and mentally prepare for the day ahead.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of their frantic movements, a mix of amusement and fond exasperation washing over me.

As they finally began to gather, still half-asleep and disheveled, I couldn't resist a teasing remark.

"Come on, guys, let's try to look less like a pack of zombies and more like aspiring warriors, shall we? Get yourselves in formation now."

Their movements halted at my loud directive, freezing in place like guilty pups caught in the act. I couldn't help but shake my head at their antics, a mix of amusement and exasperation tugging at my lips.

"Hey, Taehyung, what do you think you're doing to poor Jungkook over there?" I called out, unable to contain my laughter at the sight of Taehyung playfully tugging on Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook shot me a mock pleading look, while Taehyung flashed a mischievous grin.

"Come on, noona, you know I'm innocent here. He started it by stepping on me!" Taehyung protested, feigning innocence with an exaggerated pout.

Jungkook rolled his eyes dramatically, trying to wriggle free from Taehyung's playful grasp.

"Don't listen to him, noona! He's just trying to save face. It was all Jin Hyung's fault; he pushed me first!" Jungkook interjected, pointing an accusing finger at Jin.

Jin raised his hands in defense, a mock look of innocence on his face.

"I only pushed him because Hoseok jabbed me in the ribs!" Jin protested, trying to shift the blame to the unsuspecting Hoseok.

And just like that, they were off, each boy pointing fingers and deflecting blame onto the next with playful banter and mock outrage.

I couldn't help but shake my head at the chaos unfolding before me, a mix of fond exasperation and amusement bubbling up inside me. It was going to be a long day indeed, but I wouldn't have it any other way with this crazy, lovable bunch of crackheads.

~Two Hours Later~

As the dust settled from the earlier chaos, my focus turned toward channeling the boys' newly found energy and determination. The moments of conflict and resistance had dissipated into the calm resolve that now emanated from their eyes.

With each of them fresh and cleansed, I could see a shift in their demeanor as they stood before me, listening intently to my instructions for the day. They seemed eager, yet unsure of what lay ahead, a mix of curiosity and determination etched onto their faces.

I took a few moments to outline our plan for the day, making sure to emphasize the importance of easing into our training session. The boys nodded in agreement, their expressions serious and focused.

"As we start off today, we'll take it easy with some warm-up exercises, theory lessons, guidelines, and practice rounds," I began, my voice firm but encouraging. "Remember, the key is to be prepared and observant in combat. Let your enemy make the first move, learn from their actions, and use it to your advantage. Their strengths could also reveal their weaknesses, just as yours could."

I paused occasionally to ensure that they were following along, gauging their understanding through their attentive expressions and occasional questions. It was important to me that they not only memorized the techniques but truly grasped the underlying principles that would guide them in their training.

As we waited for my brothers to join us, I continued to impart wisdom and strategies that I had learned over the years. I shared anecdotes from my own experiences, illustrating the importance of patience, strategy, and adaptability in combat.

The boys absorbed the information like sponges, eager to learn and improve their skills. It was clear that they were taking this training session seriously, eager to prove themselves and demonstrate their progress.

I could sense a camaraderie forming among them, a shared sense of purpose and determination that united them in their quest for mastery.

It was a satisfying sight, seeing them grow and evolve before my eyes. I knew that with dedication, perseverance, and a willingness to learn, they would continue to improve and excel in their training. And I was grateful to be a part of their journey, guiding them on the path to becoming skilled warriors in their own right.

It had been a long day waiting for my brothers to show up, and my impatience was growing by the minute. I mean, where were they? It was unlike them to be this late without a good reason. I was starting to stew in my own frustration, imagining all the things I would say to them when they finally arrived.

But just as I was about to unleash my anger, there they were, striding in as if they owned the place. Typical. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their nonchalant attitude. I tried to keep my composure, putting on a fake smile to hide my irritation.

I couldn't resist a snarky remark, “Nice of you guys to finally join us.” I knew it would get under their skin, and sure enough, they smirked in response. My brothers always knew how to push my buttons, and they seemed to take great pleasure in it.

Dante, ever the instigator, didn't miss a beat, teasing me about my murderous thoughts. “I know you were plotting our deaths in your head,” he said with a chuckle. I couldn't help but give him a playful shove, my irritation momentarily forgotten.

Andre, the voice of reason as always, intervened before things could escalate further. “Enough, you two. Let's get started, shall we?” he said, and we all nodded in agreement.

As we began planning our training session, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my brothers. Sure, they had a knack for getting on my nerves, but deep down, I knew they always had my back. We worked well together, each of us bringing our own strengths to the table.

As we went through the training grounds, discussing strategies and giving each other pointers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie. Despite our differences and occasional squabbles, we were a team, united by our shared goals and unwavering bond as siblings.

In the end, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I could always count on my brothers to be by my side, ready to support and push me to be the best version of myself. And for that, I was grateful.

The day goes on as we warm up and prepare ourselves for the practice rounds. It's a routine we're all familiar with by now, but there's always a sense of anticipation in the air. Every practice session is a chance to improve, to get a little bit better, and to bond as a team.

Marcus, the second eldest, comes up to me. Marcus is usually a subtle and reserved kind of guy. Yeah, he does make a few jokes here and there, but not as chatty as Dante and Andre. He's the kind of guy who listens more than he speaks, but when he does say something, it's usually worth hearing.

“Hey sis, you good?” He asks, a tinge of his Italian accent slipping in and out. I can tell there's something on his mind, probably something weighing heavy on his heart.

“Yeah, I'm alright, and how are you holding up, after….” I don't finish, knowing it's a very prickly topic for him. Marcus met this girl last fall, and he immediately fell in love with her. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and yet he was sure she was the one.

How that happened, I don't know. What surprised me is that he didn't even try to do a background check on her, despite us continuously telling him to. We were worried, we were concerned, but Marcus was adamant. He refused and said he trusted her and that she was just an ordinary girl.

We could have easily done it ourselves, but we couldn't disrespect Marcus. He was always happy, and whenever he would come back from meeting her, he always had this goofy smile on his face like a kid on Christmas day. It was infectious, his happiness, his joy, his faith in this girl he barely knew.

I still remember the day he introduced her to us. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, but there was something in her eyes, something in the way she smiled that didn't sit right with me. I couldn't put my finger on it then, but now looking back, I wish I had trusted my instincts.

But Marcus, oh Marcus, he was smitten. He was blind to any doubts, any suspicions, any warning signs. He was in love, head over heels, and nothing could shake that belief he had in her.

Marcus is like a fortress, Guarded, tough, and practically untouchable. He's not the type to let just anyone in, you’ve got to earn his trust.

But then along comes this woman, and suddenly, all his walls come crashing down. It's like he's under some kind of spell or something. He's completely head over heels for her. But that's until she betrayed him.

Even though Marcus tries to play it cool, you can see right through him,

“I'm alright,” he says in that calm, collected tone of his. That’s his way of saying, "back off, don't push it."

Trust me, you do not want to see Marcus when he's angry. It's like trying to calm a storm, impossible and dangerous.

As Andre swaggered into the room with his shorts and no shirt, I couldn't help but cringe a little. But then Namjoon sauntered in, following his lead, and suddenly my ovaries were in overdrive. Namjoon was a sight to behold - tall, muscular, and just a tad underfed due to malnutrition. Thankfully, he was now looking healthier than ever, unlike those first few days when he couldn't keep anything down.

His confidence exuded an air of nonchalance as he strode into the arena, commanding attention without even trying. I found myself staring, completely captivated by his presence, until Marcus nudged me out of my daze.

"Hey, if you keep ogling with your mouth wide open, you'll catch flies," Marcus teased, earning a playful swat on the shoulder from me in response.

Turning back to Namjoon, I watched as he engaged with Andre, going over the basics of the training regimen. Seeing him so focused and dedicated only added to his charm, making it hard for me to look away. His determination was palpable, and it stirred something within me.

As they continued their discussion, I couldn't help but admire the way Namjoon absorbed every detail, his eyes focused and his body language exuding confidence. It was clear that he was committed to mastering the skills we were teaching him, and it was inspiring to witness.

It was quite interesting watching the friendship between Namjoon and Andre grow closer. They seemed to have this natural connection, always engaging in deep conversations and sharing their thoughts on various topics.

Namjoon and Andre both possessed exceptional leadership qualities and high IQ levels, making them a formidable duo. Whenever Andre visited, he would often seek out Namjoon, eager to engage in what they called "intellectual talks". From discussions on philosophy to challenging each other's viewpoints, their conversations were always thought-provoking.

I decided to put Namjoon's intelligence to the test and had him take an IQ test. I was truly impressed by the high score he achieved, showcasing his sharp intellect and analytical skills. It was no wonder that he and Andre bonded over their shared intellectual curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

But despite their impressive qualities, both Namjoon and Andre had a quirky and playful side to them. They were both self-proclaimed "dorks" and had a knack for cracking jokes and lightening the mood whenever they were together. It was refreshing to see them embrace their silly side and not take themselves too seriously.

"Okay, listen up everybody," Andre began, commanding the attention of the group.

"You guys are going to learn what I like to call The Massive Bs: Block Before Bite. This technique will teach you how to protect yourself before combat. Block before bite, to put it simply, is to avoid getting hit whilst learning your opponent's fighting technique. It might seem simple, but it's quite challenging and for you to master this technique, it requires a significant amount of toleration and resistance."

As Andre continued to explain the intricacies of the technique, the boys nodded in understanding, eager to put his teachings into practice. It was moments like these that showcased the bond not only between Namjoon and Andre but the rest of the group. Their shared passion for learning and growth brought them together, creating a unique camaraderie that was truly special to witness.

So, Namjoon was the first to be called forward with Andre leading the training session and started demonstrating the techniques, physically showing Namjoon the ropes and tricks. It was impressive how quickly Namjoon and the others picked up the techniques. They took turns practicing, and I was amazed that they were able to grasp it within just a few hours. In contrast, it had taken me a couple of days to fully master the technique myself.

Witnessing their progress left me in awe. It was inspiring to see what they were capable of achieving in such a short amount of time. It made me excited for the training ahead. I realized that it might not be as daunting as I had initially thought.

As we wrapped up our first training session, I could see that the boys were exhausted. It was clear that the training had pushed them to their limits, but they persevered and gave it their all. I couldn't help but admire their determination and work ethic. It was evident that my brothers knew how to push someone to their physical limits and help them grow stronger.

Reflecting on the day, I felt a mix of emotions - pride in their progress, amazement at their abilities, and anticipation for what was to come in our training journey. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, I was confident that we were in good hands and that together, we would be able to conquer whatever obstacles came our way.

Looking ahead, I felt a sense of excitement and motivation. I knew that with hard work, dedication, and the support of my brothers, we would be able to achieve great things. This first training session had been eye-opening, and I was ready to tackle whatever challenges came our way in the future.

I took the elevator up to my floor, exhausted after a long day. All I could think of was a hot shower to wash away the grim of sweat and dirt. As I drew closer to my door  a familiar voice calling out my name stopped me in my tracks.

"Heaven!"

I turned around to see Jin. He was standing a few feet away, looking hesitant but determined.

"Hey Jin, what's up?" I said, leaning against the wall in the hallway.

Jin shuffled his feet nervously before finally speaking up. "Is it okay if I could use the kitchen?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his fingers twisting together.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You want to use the kitchen?" I repeated, trying to understand his sudden request.

He took a deep breath before opening up to me, his words pouring out in a rush.

"Yes, I've never told you this, but I enjoy cooking. Before I was kidnapped by those men who put me in that auction where you saved us, my owner was an elderly woman. She treated me like her grandson and taught me everything I know about cooking and baking. She had a passion for trying new recipes and she passed that love on to me. But when she passed away, her grandsons threw me out of the house, and that's how I ended up in that horrible situation."

Honestly, I was surprised when Jin opened up to me about his past so quickly. It felt like a moment of genuine connection and trust between us.

I feel a mix of emotions knowing that he trusted me enough to share something so personal and troubling. But it also brought me happiness to think that he found some solace in confiding in me.

I made a silent promise to myself that I would always be there for him and the rest of the boys. I wanted them to feel safe and supported, to not have to relive any of their painful memories if they didn't want to.

As I listened to Jin speak, I couldn't help but admire his strength and resilience. It must have taken a lot for him to confront his past and share it with me. I wanted to make sure he knew how proud I was of him.

"I'm glad you told me about your past Jin," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "You're incredibly strong for facing it head-on. I know there may be days when you feel the weight of your responsibilities as the oldest member of your pack, but please remember that you've already done so much for them. And I can confidently tell you, they all see and appreciate that."

I had noticed the moments when Jin's usual overly confident demeanor faltered, when his eyes betrayed a pain he tried to hide. It was clear that the burden of being the oldest weighed heavily on him.

I recalled how Andre once struggled with similar feelings of duty and responsibility. We had all sat down with him, reassured him that it was okay to show vulnerability, and reminded him that we were a family that supported each other no matter what.

I hoped my words had the same effect on Jin, that he felt a sense of belonging and understanding among us. I wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in his struggles and that we were here to lift him up when he needed it.

I was grateful for Jin's trust and vowed to always be there for him and the boys.

As I see Jin's face light up with relief at my words, I can't help but feel a surge of affection towards him. He's always been so caring and thoughtful towards everyone around him, it's only fair that he receives the same in return.

"Really?" He asks excitedly.

"Of course, and also you don't need my permission to use anything. Just go for it and knock yourself out," I say with a playful punch to his arm, eliciting a genuine laugh from him. His laughter is contagious, and soon enough, we're both chuckling like a couple of old friends reminiscing about good times.

I watch him as he nods in understanding, his expression softening with gratitude. Jin has always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and it warms my own heart to know that he trusts me enough to confide in me.

"Okay Jin, I'm glad we had this talk. Let me go shower, and you go do you in the kitchen, also could you please tell the young ones to go shower," I say, already mentally preparing myself for the inevitable struggle of convincing Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook to clean up. It's always a challenge with those three, but their antics never fail to bring a smile to my face.

Speaking of Jimin, trying to get him to take a bath is like wrangling a cat - quite literally, considering he's a snake hybrid. But just like any creature of habit, he resists the idea of cleanliness with all his feline stubbornness.

Jin lets out a snort of amusement, fully aware of the impending battle ahead before heading off to the kitchen to prepare something for us.

With a sigh and a shake of my head, I turn back towards my room, ready to wash away the day's worries and thoughts with a nice, hot shower. The sound of water cascading down in the bathroom soothes my mind as I let the warmth seep into my bones, washing away any lingering tension.

As I step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we have each other's backs, we can weather any storm that comes our way.

Jin's smile and laughter echo in my mind, a constant reminder of the strength and warmth of our growing bond.

3rd Person's POV

Everyone gathered in the cozy kitchen, their stomachs growling in anticipation as the mouthwatering aroma of Jin's cooking wafted through the air. The room was abuzz with chatter and excitement, the energy palpable as they eagerly awaited the feast that was about to be served.

Jin had outdone himself, with a spread that could rival even the fanciest of restaurants. From succulent stuffed chicken to gourmet delicacies that looked straight out of a magazine, the dishes lined the kitchen counter in a tempting display. And let's not forget about the desserts - they were a work of art in themselves, guaranteed to satisfy even the sweetest tooth.

But despite the impressive array of dishes before them, Heaven knew all too well that once her brothers and hybrids dug in, it would all disappear in a flash. They had a knack for devouring everything in sight, leaving no crumb behind. It was a wonder they had never entered a food-eating contest with their insatiable appetites.

As Jin put the finishing touches on the last dish, the boys eagerly gathered around, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on their prey at any moment. But Jin had other plans.

"Before you beasts attack, let's show some manners, shall we?" Jin teased, a playful glint in his eye. "Heaven gets first dibs. We all know she's the only one who won't inhale her food in two seconds flat."

The boys grumbled half-heartedly, but they knew better than to argue with Jin. His cooking was non-negotiable, and they dared not risk missing out on his culinary creations. With a mock bow, Heaven stepped forward, her mouth watering at the thought of finally digging in.

She filled her plate with a reasonable portion, not wanting to overdo it and risk feeling like a beached whale afterward. It was a delicate balance - wanting to savor every bite while also trying to keep up with the bottomless pits that were her companions. But she was determined to enjoy every morsel, even if it meant fending off her brothers' attempts to steal a bite.

Just as Heaven is about to turn around and tell them to get their food, they all rush in like a pack of wolves getting as much food as they can.

"I'm surrounded by a bunch of amateurs," she says, shaking her head in disbelief. Dinner goes well as they all happily converse, telling embarrassing stories about each other.

When Jay walks in looking feverish. The once cheery mood vanishes in an instant as everyone's attention turns to him.

"Ms Valentino, we have a problem," he announces with a sense of urgency in his voice that immediately puts everyone on edge.

"What is it?" Heaven asks, her usually calm demeanor now replaced with a sense of seriousness that rarely graces her expression when her loved ones are around.

"Choi Woobin has gone rogue," Jay begins, his words hanging heavily in the air as everyone processes the gravity of the situation.

And just when things couldn't get any worse, Jay drops another bombshell that sends a chill down Heaven's spine.

"He managed to escape from prison and he's plotting revenge on you, but not just you. He somehow found out about the guys and is working with Jeong-sin, Min-Soo- or should I say Black Eagle's younger brother - to get revenge," he says, each word dripping with the weight of the impending threat.

Heaven feels her blood start to boil at the mention of her beloved hybrids being put in danger once again. The mere thought of anyone laying a finger on them ignites a fire within her that is unmatched.

"These guys just don't know when to quit, do they?" Heaven's tone drips with a mixture of frustration and determination as she makes it clear that she will not stand idly by while her loved ones are threatened.

With a steely gaze and a resolve as hard as steel, Heaven knows that she must act swiftly and decisively to protect those she holds dear. The safety of her hybrids, her family, is paramount, and she will stop at nothing to ensure that they remain unharmed.

The storm may be brewing on the horizon, but Heaven is ready to weather it with all the strength and courage she possesses.

She surveyed the room, her mixed emotions bubbling beneath the surface as she looked at the faces of her hybrids. Despite their stoic expressions, she could sense the fear lingering in their eyes, a subtle tremor betraying their unease. In that moment, she made a silent vow to herself and to them, a promise etched in her heart and soul.

"I won't let you be afraid. I'll always protect you," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a determination that seemed to resonate in the air around them.

With resolve etched on her face, she rose from her seat, exchanging a knowing glance with her brothers who understood the unspoken command. Jay, ever faithful, trailed behind her as she made her way out of the room, the weight of her mission heavy in the air.

As she prepared to confront the looming threat that had plagued their existence, she knew the risks involved. There was no certainty that she would return unscathed, but such thoughts were fleeting in the face of her unwavering dedication.

I have to put an end to this once and for all. She thought, her mind focused on the task ahead.

Her determination burned brightly, a fierce flame driving her forward as she pledged silently to herself.

I will fight for you with every ounce of my being, even if it means laying down my life. She affirmed, her conviction unwavering.

The love she held for her hybrids fueled her resolve, a fierce protectiveness surging within her veins.

With each step she took towards the impending confrontation, she carried with her the weight of her promise, a solemn oath to safeguard those who depended on her. The echoes of her whispered vow lingered in the air, a testament to the depth of her devotion to those she held dear.

As she embraced the uncertainty of the coming battle, her heart remained steadfast in its commitment to shield her boys from harm. In that pivotal moment, she found strength in her unwavering bond with her hybrids, a force that drove her forward into the unknown with unwavering resolve.

For her, there was no greater purpose than ensuring the safety and happiness of those she cherished above all else, even if it meant braving the darkest of paths. And with that unshakeable resolve guiding her, she stepped into the unknown, ready to face whatever lay ahead in the name of love and protection.

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Hey there!

I'm thrilled to share another chapter with you, filled with fluff and a tinge of angst. I really enjoyed writing this one, diving deeper into the private interactions Heaven is having with the boys. Those moments really add layers to the story, don't you think?

And let's talk about Jin - oh, what a character! I had so much fun exploring his personality a bit more in this chapter. He's definitely the quirkiest and funniest person around. I just want to tuck his cute confident ass in my pocket. He's just so precious!

I can't wait for him to return from the military. More Jin content is definitely needed.

Thank you so much for reading and being a part of this journey. Your support means the world to me. And hey, don't forget to vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter. Your feedback keeps me going!

Sending you lots of love,

Your quirky AUTHOR-NIM 😆

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter One – Disgusting Humans}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER.

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: Alpha White Lion

Min Yoongi: Alpha White Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 2.4k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: The following chapter contains sensitive and distressing subject matter, including references to child rape, kidnapping, and child trafficking. If you find such topics triggering or uncomfortable, I encourage you to exercise self-care and consider avoiding this particular chapter. Your mental and emotional well-being always come first.

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MATERIALIST

~Valentino Mansion~

3RD PERSON'S POV

Heaven Valentino, a skilled and determined woman, had just finished a rigorous training session at her gym. With precision and composure, she fired round after round at a target dummy, hitting the bullseye every time. Satisfied with her performance, she exited the gym and began making her way back to her room.

As she walked, a voice called out to her,

"Ms. Valentino?" It was her secretary and trusted right-hand man, Park Hyung-jae, hurrying to catch up with her.

Curious, she turned to face him. "Yes, Jae?"

"Someone is requesting your presence," Jae informed her, the urgency evident in his voice.

Heaven's sharp mind instantly assessed the situation.

"Who is it, and what role do they play?" she calmly inquired.

Jae answered without missing a beat.

"Choi Woobin, Chief Executive General Officer," he replied, conveying that the person in question held a position of significance.

"Very well," she replied nonchalantly.

"Set up an appointment for two in the afternoon. If he fails to arrive on time, I will not entertain him. Punctuality is of utmost importance to me."

With that, she moved on, resolute in her decision. It was typical of her to make swift judgments and take charge of her own schedule, refusing to waste time on those who did not value timeliness.

Her composed demeanor left Jae slightly taken aback.

"Well, that was easier than I expected," he mused to himself, shrugging off the surprise. With a sense of relief, he left to fulfill his assigned tasks.

~Heaven's Room~

Heaven's POV 

Ah, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to come begging. I could see right through his façade, right from the start. You see, there are very few things that I despise more than tardiness, laziness and liars.

Hybrid abusers.

Growing up as the youngest daughter of the illustrious Valentino family, I've had my fair share of enemies. From the moment I entered this world, there were those who sought to bring me down, to harm me, or even to kidnap me, all in an attempt to weaken my family. But these feeble-minded individuals could never succeed.

Many assumed that, as a wealthy and privileged young woman, I would be nothing more than a spoiled brat with no ability to defend herself.

But oh, how wrong they were.

From the day I could walk and comprehend the world around me, I have been trained relentlessly.

The Valentinos believe in honing the skills and fortitude of their children, regardless of their gender. So, from the tender age of four, I began my journey towards becoming a force to be reckoned with.

By the time I reached fifteen, I had accomplished what most could only dream of. I graduated high school with a flawless 5.0 GPA. But my thirst for knowledge was insatiable, leading me to a prestigious university known as the "Gifted Souls."

In just a few short years, I secured a PhD in psychology, a Masters in business, and even delved into the realm of fashion. I achieved all of this by the tender age of twenty-two, and now, at the age of twenty-three, I am well on my way to solidifying my empire and making a name for myself.

The professors at my university were astounded by my brilliance, bestowing upon me the moniker of the 'female version of Albert Einstein.' But, I paid little attention to such trivialities.

My single-minded focus was on gaining knowledge and establishing myself as a force in the business world. I aim to take over one of my parents' companies, the very essence of the Valentino empire.

People may see me as a woman who walks with an iron fist. When they encounter me, they don't think of mesad merely as Heaven of the Valentino family, they see Heaven Valentino, a woman who commands respect and exudes power.

Some have even had the audacity to refer to me as the ice princess, the demoness and a sadist. But I take such labels in stride because I know the true strength that lies within me.

As an individual who values efficiency and productivity, I possess a limited tolerance for trivial matters or individuals who impede progress.

In the circle with which I surround myself, idleness and unproductive behavior have no place.

Vigilance remains paramount, as there are perpetually individuals plotting one's downfall or even one's demise, and I personally acknowledge the latter as the ultimate threat.

Over time, I have accumulated a considerable list of adversaries. The number of instances where I have inadvertently provoked others is too extensive to accurately quantify, such is the nature of my assertive personality.

When confronted with something disagreeable or incongruous to my stated preferences, I swiftly take decisive action.

The ability to discern and rectify undesirable situations is a responsibility I take seriously, akin to the saying,

"With great power comes great responsibility."

In my case, this responsibility is focused solely on my survival.

While some may perceive my approach as cold or detached, it is merely a matter of survival in a world where dangers often lurk beneath the surface.

In conclusion, my aversion to nonsense and unwavering commitment to productivity have inevitably resulted in the development of numerous adversaries.

This is an outcome I readily accept due to the assertive nature of my character.

My consistent and immediate response to unfavorable circumstances is driven by a sense of responsibility towards self-preservation.

Ultimately, it is this unwavering dedication to my own well-being that helps me navigate the precarious landscape of existence.

I felt my eyes narrow as I thought about the man who had recently come into my crosshairs,

Mr. Choi, the Chief Executive General Officer of Seoul National Police.

To the public, he was a respected figure in his early fifties, but I knew the dark secrets that lurked beneath his facade.

Mr. Choi's wife had tragically succumbed to stage four cancer, leaving him without any children to carry on his legacy.

Many saw him as a pillar of the community, a dedicated servant of the people. But I saw through the facade to the truth - he was a twisted, solipsistic man who had been engaged in despicable acts.

It was a revelation that had shaken me to the core when I had discovered that Mr. Choi was involved in taking bribes from hybrid traffickers.

The thought of such corruption within the ranks of law enforcement made my blood boil.

But what truly turned my stomach was the knowledge that he was also a child rapist and a sadistic individual who derived pleasure from the suffering of others.

Only I and my uncle knew the extent of Mr. Choi's depravity. My uncle ran a Hybrid facility called Hybrid Heaven (HH), dedicated to rescuing hybrids from abuse and capturing traffickers who sought to exploit them for profit.

When my uncle had uncovered Mr. Choi's involvement in these heinous activities, he had turned to me for help in bringing him to justice.

With the help of my loyal team of associates, I had quickly gathered evidence of Mr. Choi's crimes. It was not difficult to connect the dots once they realized that a police officer was complicit in covering up the illegal activities of hybrid trafficking.

And when Mr. Choi's name had surfaced as the linchpin in the operation, I wasted no time in setting my plan into motion.

I stood in my room and felt a surge of anger and revulsion towards the man who had committed such atrocities. I knew that he was reaching out in a desperate attempt to cover his tracks, but I also knew that I held the power to bring him to his knees.

With a steely resolve, I prepared myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. I would not rest until Mr. Choi faced the full force of justice for his crimes.

And in that moment, I squared my shoulders and steeled my gaze, I knew that I was ready to confront the darkness that lurked within the heart of a man who had once been seen as a paragon of virtue.

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~Mayás Fashion House~

As I arrived at my company building, the energy in the air shifted as the employees stopped in their tracks to greet me politely. With a nod and a smile, I returned their greetings, keeping the interactions brief.

I made my way to the private elevator that would take me up to the 8th floor where the meeting room awaited.

As the elevator came to a stop, I stepped out and approached the meeting room. The transparent glass walls and doors allowed me to catch a glimpse of Mr. Choi inside, his figure pacing nervously.

I watched as he reached for a handkerchief to dab at his sweat, a reaction that I found somewhat distasteful. Pushing open the doors, I sauntered over to one of the swivel chairs, disrupting Mr. Choi's anxious movements.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Choi," I greeted him calmly, causing him to visibly startle. With hesitant steps, he made his way towards me and took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"G-good af-afternoon, Ms. Valentino," he stuttered out, clearly flustered by my presence.

"Relax, Mr. Choi. I just need some information from you, and then we'll be done," I reassured him with a light chuckle, meeting his gaze as he averted his eyes and nodded eagerly.

"Good. Now, let's not beat around the bush. Tell me everything you know about the illegal underground Hybrid dealers," I said, leaning back in my chair, a sense of authority evident in my tone.

Mr. Choi hesitated before beginning to speak, revealing details about the underground operation.

He mentioned a mysterious figure known as Black Eagle who orchestrated the kidnapping and sale of hybrids for profit.

The auction took place over five days at a luxurious resort on the outskirts of Seoul, shrouded in secrecy to all but those in attendance.

His eyes met mine as he shared more about the nefarious activities, including a bi-monthly Hybrid auction where rare exotic hybrids were sold off to wealthy clientele with exclusive VIP passes provided by Black Eagle.

I listened intently, absorbing the information and maintaining a composed demeanor throughout.

It was clear that Mr. Choi was apprehensive, but my focused interrogation drew out the pertinent details I needed to pursue further action against the criminal syndicate.

My eyebrows creased as I listened, a mix of disbelief and horror washing over me.

The thought of such a place existing where people indulged in their darkest desires on hybrids, pushing the boundaries of cruelty and exploitation, made my stomach churn with disgust. The depths of depravity that some individuals would sink to astounded me.

He continued, "Participants torture hybrids to feed into their twisted sexual gratification,"

What the actual fuck!

These creatures, who were part human and part animal, deserved compassion and care, not to be subjected to such heinous acts.

It was a stark reminder of the darkest facets of humanity, a side that I never wanted to believe existed.

As the details of the auction event unfolded, each revelation seemed to plunge me deeper into a pit of revulsion.

"They also indulged in the "hunger games" a concept, where the rarest hybrids were paraded and objectified for the amusement of the audience, they would compete to inflict pain and suffering on the hybrid, all for the chance to possess them as prizes."

It felt like a nightmare brought to life. To think of it was sickening beyond words.

My heart ached for the hybrids subjected to such cruelty, for their pain and helplessness in the face of such brutality.

It was a stark reminder of the darker side of society, one that I had never truly comprehended until now.

The callousness and inhumanity displayed towards these creatures left me feeling a deep sense of shame for belonging to the same species.

Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, I forced myself to remain composed, to listen to the grim details of the auction event with a steely resolve.

The urge to lash out in anger and despair clawed at the edges of my composure, but I held onto my restraint, determined to bear witness to the extent of the atrocities being described.

As the final details of the event were laid bare, the mechanics of the auction and the fate of the hybrids outlined in chilling clarity, a cold fury settled over me.

The thought of the buyers participating in such cruelty, of treating living beings as mere objects to be traded and discarded, filled me with a sense of loathing that I had never experienced before.

With a clenched jaw and a heart heavy with sorrow, I steeled myself to hear more, to confront the depths of depravity that lay at the heart of the five-day auction event.

Despite the revulsion and horror that threatened to overwhelm me, I knew that I had to bear witness to the truth, no matter how harrowing it may be.

I made a solemn vow to ensure their safety and vowed to lead them to a life free from such atrocities.

Determination consumed me, and I pledged to keep my promise, declaring my identity as Heaven Valentino.

In the intense confrontation that followed, I confronted Choi Woobin with unwavering resolve, demanding information and justice.

As the truth unfolded and the gravity of his actions came to light, the shock on his face was palpable.

Despite his pleas for mercy, I stood firm, condemning his heinous crimes and refusing to yield to his empty remorse.

Taking charge of the situation, I orchestrated his confession and surrender, unwilling to let him escape accountability.

With a mix of anger and compassion, I ensured that justice prevailed, even as his pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears.

The moment was charged with raw emotions as he was escorted away, a tearful reminder of the consequences of his despicable deeds.

After the intense encounter, I made a call to Jae, seeking solace after the harrowing events.

Exiting the meeting room, I left the company building and made my way back home, reflecting on the tumultuous events that had transpired.

~Unknown Location~

3rd Person's POV

Two hybrids were drained and weak, their bodies suffering from the beatings they received for sleeping in. Locked in a heavily secured cell, they endured days without food or water, leaving their mouths dry and their bodies craving molesols of food. Heavy metal shackles dug into their wrists, leaving painful bruises as a reminder of their captivity.

One of the hybrids expressed a strange premonition to his older brother.

"Hyung, I have a weird feeling," he murmured, his eyes distant.

“What is it?” his brother inquired, concern evident in his voice.

“I feel like something big is going to happen,” the younger one replied, his hybrid instincts alerting him to an unseen future.

As they shared a tense moment, the older brother hoped silently,

'I hope it's not bad, my dear brother.'

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