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1930.
The world had forgotten the taste of peace twelve brutal years ago.
What had begun as a minor border skirmish between two neighboring nations quickly spiraled into a global war. Allies on both sides exploited the chaos, turning old grudges into fresh battlefields. Entire continents bled while politicians and generals played their games of power.
In the heart of this madness stood two rival nations that had despised each other for centuries: Baekje and Silla. Their hatred had simmered for hundreds of years, waiting only for a spark. Ten years earlier, Baekje, militarily superior and aggressively expansionist, had struck first with a surprise attack, igniting a full scale war. They had expected a swift victory. Instead, they found themselves locked in a savage, decade long stalemate.
Silla, backed by its powerful allies, refused to yield. The conflict that was supposed to last months had become a meat grinder of trenches, bombings, and endless bloodshed.
And somewhere in the smoke and ruins, two men were about to meet, each hiding who they truly were, each carrying the weight of their nation’s sins, and both completely unprepared for the raw, devastating pull that would bind them.
Kim Taehyung was twenty years old, a pure blooded omega, and the last surviving shadow of one of Silla’s most influential noble families.
At ten years old, he had watched Baekje soldiers slaughter his entire family in a single night of calculated terror. His father, a prominent politician and leader of a powerful political faction in Silla, had been assassinated in their own house while young Taehyung hid in the darkness, biting his own arm to keep from screaming. The coppery stench of his mother’s blood still haunted his nightmares, mixed with the acrid smoke of burning houses and the distant cries of other dying influential families. That massacre had been the final provocation. The war between Baekje and Silla had erupted the very next day.
He was the only survivor… No one knew his real identity. He had fled into the streets, buried his name with the dead, and become simply Park Taehyung.
Park Jimin, his only true friend in this broken world, had taken him in and treated him like a brother born of the same scarred womb.. He supported Taehyung, who fought as active member of Silla’s partisans, sabotaging supply lines, gathering intelligence, and striking back whenever they could.
From that night ten years ago, Taehyung had sworn an oath in his family’s blood: he would never rest until Baekje was brought to its knees and forced to choke on the same ashes they had rained down on Silla. His heart had turned to stone. His hatred was the only thing keeping him alive.
Every raid, every bomb planted, every Baekje soldier he helped kill was fuel for the hatred that kept him alive. He had sworn it at ten years old, kneeling in his family’s cooling blood: He would watch Baekje burn. He would dance on its ashes.
He would never stop until every last one of them paid.
His body was an omega’s, soft curves, delicate wrists, a scent that could drive alphas mad, but his soul had been forged into a blade: Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.
Until the day an enemy alpha’s scent made his body burn with something far more dangerous than rage.
Jeon Jungkook was twenty three years old, a pure blooded alpha, and the firstborn son of one of Baekje’s most powerful military families.
His entire life had been decided for him before he could even speak. As the eldest son of a high ranking general, raised in a strict military household, Jungkook had never known softness.
His final alpha presentation had come violently early, at sixteen, triggered by the chaos and adrenaline of a war that had already been raging for three years.
The war had eaten the boy with wide eyes and left behind a man with a sharp jaw, corded muscle, and a stare that could freeze blood.
At twenty three he was one of Baekje’s finest captains: ruthless in battle, unbreakable in discipline, the pride of his father and the idol of his younger siblings.
There was only one piece left in the perfect future his father had designed for him: an omega.
The contract had been signed the day of his first rut. Kim Minjeong, a pure blooded noble omega of eighteen, daughter of a powerful government minister and close family ally. The wedding was scheduled for her twentieth birthday, once the war hopefully ended and he could return home to claim his political future.
Marriage, political power, heirs. Everything calculated. Everything controlled.
Except for the quiet, gnawing emptiness he refused to acknowledge.
Until the war demanded something more dangerous than another soldier on the front line. The order came without room for refusal: Captain Jeon Jungkook would go deep undercover into Silla.
Infiltrate their military.
Become one of them.
Learn their secrets.
And when the moment came, deliver the killing blow that would finally end the war in Baekje’s favor.
Jungkook accepted. He always did.
He would lie. He would kill. He would betray.
For Baekje. For his family. For the future already written in his blood.
He never imagined that the first omega to make his alpha roar with raw, feral possessiveness would belong to the nation he had sworn to destroy.
Two perfect enemies.
Two flawless lies.
Two masks.
In a world drowning in gunpowder and graves, fate had just dropped the match between centuries of hatred and a hunger neither of them could control.
And when it finally ignited… when their eyes met on that train, when their scents crashed together like opposing armies, when their bodies betrayed every vow, every oath, every drop of spilled blood… There would be no mercy. No retreat.
Only the devastating choice: Loyalty to their countries… Or the raw, desperate need to belong to each other.
They were going to fall.
Hard.
Violently.
Irrevocably.
And the war would make sure they burned for it.