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“By the powers of the East,
The mighty watcher Aldebaran
By the powers of the South,
The mighty watcher Regulus
By the powers of the West,
The mighty watcher Antares
By the powers of the North,
The mighty watcher Fomalhaut

Awake, rise, step from clouds into light!
I summon you by your might and strength
I summon you by your wisdom and ancient lore
I summon you by your deepest, secret magic!

Come, oh Ancient Dragon, come to my call!”

Red and golden, amber sky was almost dark when the brave and dashing warriors entered the scenic village. 

The Dragon Warriors, they all look like war gods emitted an air of mystery. They made the entire population couldn’t help but gasp in awe. The sound of their black horses' hooves and the warriors' boots thundered in unison on the soil, it was wet from the rain that had fallen before dusk. The rhythm echoed in the air. Their sound shakes the ground beneath them.

Little children ran and hid behind their parents, they breathed in petrichor while stealing glances at the warriors' long sharp swords and blades. Those were bleeding crimson, leaving a glistening trail behind them. 

The Dragon Warriors were dauntlessly dressed all in black. They resembled dark shadows moving silently, in the stillness of the night. Their clad that were as black as charcoal fluttered. Each of their entirely black robes and cloaks billowed behind them, it seemed to come alive by the gentle breeze that infiltrated it. 

The chief of the local village was an alpha Kim Namjoon. He had hired the feared Dragon Warriors to eliminate the threats around them, hoping that their life in the village can return to peace and tranquility without worry or fear of theft, looting and kidnapping of omegas and the children. 

And now, thanks to the toughness of the warrior leader, the threat nearby was no more. 

Lord Dragon with his lethal warriors had finished off the bandits, muggers and bad werewolves near the village. The fearless warriors left the corpses of the lowlives to rot where they fell, to be eaten by the vultures.

No enemy remained.

Now, there were no more threatening enemies left for their pack.

Jimin, one of the most beautiful omegas in the tribe, was staring at the warriors in awe. He stood among the crowd as he was thrilled. His breath caught in his chest. His throat suddenly felt dry as he swallowed nervously.

The omega looked closely at the muscular warriors. Runes, sigils, and several sacred, magical, alchemical symbols were on the surface of their faces. Those symbols can be seen on their arms and hands that were not covered in clad, like a series of black and red ancient tattoos. He bets that martial arts and chivalry are definitely commonplace and their daily fare for these mighty warriors.

He heard how the villagers whispered in low and hushed tones. All the villagers were talking about them. It was not surprising considering The Dragon Warriors were both terrifying and handsome. The men were equally frightening yet captivating. They were all daunting yet truly enchanting.

A warrior, one of the tallest, captivating and most charismatic of the group, carried a large sword that glinted even in the dim light of the orange and pink twilight sky. He looks haunting yet mesmerizing. The sharp edge of his massive sword seemed to cut through the wind itself. 

And Jimin swore by the Moon Goddess that the fierce yet stunning man, the one that thunderingly magnificent alpha, smelled like the lush trees in the forest and earth after the rain. His scent is so fresh and homey, like the green grass meadow uphills in the summer. The gentle breeze insisted on carrying the alluring scent to Jimin's nose and letting it linger subtly on his tongue… It’s so tempting yet comforting.

The omega chewed his bottom lip. Why in the world is his heart beating so fast? He was utterly and inevitably fascinated by the alpha leader of the dragon warriors. 

Jimin’s heart raced as he studied the man…

“Mercury moving through the past,
Sun squared, moon adds to the charm
To overcome obstacles, fortune at last
Victory gained, free from harm.”

The man was taller than him, with broad shoulders fit for a king. If he turned out to be an emperor disguised as a commoner, Jimin would believe him right away. His strong jawline is outstanding and his raven black hair falls down to his shoulders like waterfall. His eyebrows were thick and arched firmly above a pair of fierce eyes, his gazes sharper than any spear Jimin’s ever seen in the world. The omega noticed how one of his eyes was cut through by a vertical redden scar. It was like a stream of river carving through a black, obsidian stone or onyx crystal.

Then Jimin’s eyes stopped at his red lips… The sight made him gulp nervously as his heart was beating even faster. The lips of the gallant warrior looked redder than the twilight sky. His lips looked redder than any fresh apples, pomegranates, cherries or watermelons. Even red carnations, zinnia and celosia blooming in the spring couldn’t match them. His lips made his heart crushed and ache and longing for something. Those lips were like the red of celosia flowers on the top of the mountain. It made him flustered as his heart burned in flames…

"Life's a web, a silver braid
Here’s lies within, my future’s laid
Confusion transcends, all knots be undone
And soon my battle will be won.”

Jimin was brought out of his light trance reveries as the leader of the group strided over.

"Your enemy is no more, Headman," The leader of the warriors said in a deep, hoarse and authoritative voice. His words cut through the whispers of the crowd.

The chieftain Kim Namjoon then stepped forward, while his mate, one of the most beautiful omega in the village, Kim Seokjin, stood just a few feet away behind him. His gorgeous face is covered by a sheer white veil. 

Meanwhile, the village chief's face, which was previously ashy pale, now showed a slight sense of relief. However, worry and apprehension was still and refused to leave. The alpha warrior was known as a ruthless, cold-blooded killer. If everyone was scared of him (as they should), that was pretty normal.

Kim Namjoon the headman clasped his hands together. The alpha bowing his head in respect, "We owe you our gratitude, Lord Dragon," He told him with a bit of trembling voice, "You have done for us what was asked. Now, please tell us. How much must we pay for your good help and aid? What's the reciprocal price we must pay?" 

The leader of the group, he emanates deadly power. His face is covered by the shadow of his black hood, emphasizing his mysterious aura. Now the alpha tilted his head as if considering the words of Kim Namjoon, the Chieftain. Some time passed and silence fell over the gathered villagers. 

Finally, Lord Dragon nodded. The gesture seemed to be understood by his right hand and subordinates like an unspoken command.

The tall and sturdy warrior leader, whom Jimin had been staring at incessantly, now strided over with his steady steps. His jet-black muddy boots looked dirty, it mixed with crimson blood. His boots sank heavily into the ground. His comrades moved aside and made way for his large figure to pass. 

Lord Dragon stopped in front of the Chieftain. The warrior leader stared at the headman alpha with an intensity that made the man bow his head, almost kneel on the ground obediently as a sign of submission. 

“I am the one who banished your enemies,” The tall and intimidating warrior utters. His deep, raspy yet rich voice echoed in Jimin’s ears, “They’re vanished and I will claim my reward now,” His words floated over the villagers, carrying the weight of death. It’s petrifying.

The Chief hesitated for a moment. He glanced at the warrior he knew to be the leader’s right-hand man that stood behind the dignified alpha. 

But then Namjoon the headman nodded as he pointed to the warehouse behind him, “Go ahead, please take what you need,” He told him. His voice was filled with caution, “Gold and silver, wheat and bread, provisions and supplies or anything that we have here … Whatever you want is yours. Our pack has many variants of essential oil. We have consecrated salt and water. And there are lunar drinks too. There’s more than enough wine, milk and ale to share.”

Yet unexpectedly, the leader of The Dragon Warriors raised his hand signaling to stop his right-hand man, “Just leave it be, Jung. What I was looking for is not there.” And as he said that, Lord Dragon did not move and went to check the warehouse. In fact, he did not even glance at the place for a second. 

Instead, the leader alpha averted his gaze. In an instant, his fierce, wild and sharp eyes were now fixed on Jimin. It looks like he was bewitched by the enchanting and captivating beauty. 

His platinum, silver hair was left tied beautifully in a graceful braid. The pink blush on his chubby cheeks reminded him of the cherry blossoms of the Japanese plains in spring. Then his glowing, vibrant skin was as smooth as a Chinese porcelain doll and its color reminded him of milk and honey.

Lord Dragon finds Jimin’s noble nose cute and adorably elegant. Yet his mesmerizing eyes looked more beautiful than jade in autumn, but his mystical and melancholy gaze radiated sadness. 

Unlike most other omegas who already had worn veils in the village, Jimin's gorgeous face was not covered by a single inch of cloth yet he exudes something so fascinating and enticing the alpha. And there were no mating bites on his long and tempting neck either. It means the omega was not owned by or mated with anyone. 

Lord Dragon swallowed hard.

The world seemed to stop spinning around as the warrior's focus was on the most stunning omega before his eyes. His fierce gaze pierced the crowd sharper than his unforgiving and deadly sword.

Jimin's breath hitched as he realized the alpha's gaze was on him. His knees felt weakened and his chest tightened as the fearsome yet dashing and handsome warrior came closer to him. 

The villagers whispered and mumbled anxiously. Their murmurs became louder as their confusion grew. They could hardly believe that Lord Dragon was turning his head away from the treasure offered to him by the village chief. 

Now, the figure in black slowly stepped forward and parted the sea of murmuring ​​people. He continued to walk through the crowd of villagers who were huddled together until he finally stood right in front of the gorgeous omega.

Home, sweet home. 

Fresh and warm fragrances of comforting home were seeped and infiltrated even more strongly by his nostrils now. Petrichor, the scent of the rain-drenched trees and the tranquility of the soaked-forest was now spreading thicker in the air. 

Jimin's pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out everything around him. 

The leader of the warriors' lips were red as red as red carnations, zinnias and celosias in spring. Looking at those lips leaves Jimin breathless. His lips are redder than apples, pomegranates, cherries or watermelons. His lips stand out in contrast to his pale, snow-white skin in the cold and frozen winter.

And now, those red lips were forming a triumphant smirk that made trillions of butterflies feast in Jimin's stomach. Those red lips were now moving quickly and uttering a word, "You," The alpha simply speaks, yet his tone was demanding and commanding.

Then all the commoners, peasant villagers gasped. 

Their surprise spread throughout the square. The omega Jimin was just stunned, he was silent and frozen still. His narrow but beautiful eyes widened. He couldn't hold back his heartbeat which was now beating too fast when the gaze of the brave warrior was fixed on him.

"I want you," Alpha leader of The Dragon Warriors finally muttered, right after he inhaled the sweet scent of the omega which smelled like a fragrant bouquet of flowers.

“I want the omega!” He told them firmly, “He’s the reward. I claimed him. He’s mine.”

“B-but, My Honorable Warrior, you will regret your decision,” An oldman villager spoke up from the crowd in a protest tone.

“Young Master, that omega is indeed pleasing to the eye. He has a pleasant scent too. But do not be fooled by him! He is sick and has been cursed since birth!” A middle-aged woman almost shouted out her lungs.

Jimin felt his cheeks heaten up with shame, like they were on fire. Those bitter, spoken words had ripped his heart. Those words were like a whip that lashed his back. It was as painful as a blade that had torn his insides apart.

The omega couldn't help but instantly felt discouraged, belittled and inferior. Those harsh and mean words made him want to die swallowed by the earth right now. The other option was to sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean.

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“But that’s the truth, My Lord. It’s true. The entire village knew that the only reason this omega had not found a mate was because of a curse. The curse was said to be dangerous and deadly!” Some young lady informed him.

“It was said that he had been cursed since he was in his mother’s womb. According to his grandmother, the mother had been jinxed by an evil witch who was crazy about the father. However, the witch's love was unrequited. Her feelings were not reciprocated by his father. Instead, his father chose to marry his mother.”

“And then his mother tragically died while giving birth to Jimin. A few months later, his father disappeared. He couldn’t be found anywhere. The entire world never heard about him nor the evil witch anymore since then,” One of the villagers retorts.

“After the terrible tragedy, it was his grandmother who raised him. But now even his dearest grandmother is gone. She died of a deadly illness two years ago,” The villagers continued to talk about the omega's misfortune and the witch's curse.

Yet the alpha leader of The Dragon Warrior seemed unmoved. The man just stood with a blank, stoic face as he raised one of his eyebrows, “What a story,” He mumbled while looking at Jimin steadily and calmly, without stopping.

“Park Jimin is indeed extraordinarily pretty. But unfortunately, he is unlucky and was cursed by an evil witch to be single for life and sterile! He can’t give you offspring! He's infertile!"

The entire village became increasingly noisy. They're cursing, insulting and calling names on Jimin.

“He is not worthy of you, My Lord!”

“Just leave him be and take another omega. HIS WOMB IS USELESS!” They heard someone shouting randomly from the crowd. 

Those words made Jimin lowered his head, showing deep sadness and shame. Feeling embarrassed as if he had been stripped naked, Jimin shook his head in despair and denial as he hugged and embraced his own body to get rid of his fear and discomfort. 

“S-stop it. Just stop it, please!” Poor omega pleaded. He frowned, his eyes watered as he chewed his lower lip anxiously.

“SILENCE!” Min Yoongi shouted infuriated. He stared coldly and unwaveringly at all of the villagers. He looked around with his eagle-sharp and merciless gaze, “Alpha leader of The Dragon Warriors have no fear of curses or evil witches. The dragon’s sorcery is far more powerful than any witchcraft in the world. I claim the omega as mine. I’m taking him as my mate from now on. Anyone who dares to disagree will have to deal with me!” His firm and loud voice pierced the tense silence like a samurai’s katana. 

No one dared to speak or refute him, not even the chief. The announcement had silenced all the villagers who had previously insulted and belittled Jimin so impudently.

The omega was stunned and taken aback by Lord Dragon’s declaration. Yet he could only stare at him in disbelief. He was enchanted by him. His teary eyes kept looking at him as his lips trembling. 

Meanwhile, the leader of The Dragon Warriors seemed to soften. Then he told Namjoon the Chieftain, “I don't need the treasures nor supplies from your warehouse, Headman. As the alpha werewolf with dragon bloodline, I have hoarded everything shiny, sparkling and priceless my whole life. Valuable things from all around the world, I have more than enough in my humble abode. But this omega… He is shining even brighter than the stars in the sky. He’s shimmering more than any gem and stones I’ve ever seen. He’s special. All the precious diamonds and pearls The Dragon’s Clan have gained are worthless compared to him. I’m taking him with me.”

Hearing that, Namjoon cleared his throat awkwardly at first. But then he quickly nodded in agreement, “Understood, My Lord. If the omega is willing to go, you can take him with you. Who are we to disregard your request? We won’t stop you.”

“As you should. The deal is the deal,” He threatened him gravely. 

“My Lord,” The Chieftain gulped nervously, bowing to the warrior. Shuddered in fear, cold sweat fell down on his temples and the back of his head.

Then Lord Dragon gently extended his hand to Jimin, “Come home with me to my Treasure Pavilion. It’s in the Land of Celosia up the mountain. I swear by Father Sky and Mother Earth, I will take care of you and make you happy for the rest of my life. I’ll cherish you, Omega. Are you willing to take my hand?”

“My Lord, I’m honored,” The omega bowed at him. His voice was so beautiful, like the phoenix melody he used to listen to in the garden of his palace. Lord Dragon fell deeper and harder instantly with the owner of that symphonic voice. He’s completely attracted and attached to him already.

“But, My Lord, you don’t even know my name yet and-”

“What’s your name then, Omega?” The alpha warrior rushly interjects.

“Jimin. It’s Park Jimin, My Lord,” He told him in caution.

“What a lovely name for a gorgeous omega. Are you willing to take my hand then, Jimin?” The alpha warrior now smiled warmly at him. 

The beautiful omega smiled back as he batted his eyelashes gracefully and innocently. His eyes formed twin crescent moons as he nodded shyly. Although a little hesitant at first, his trembling hands then took the hand of the warrior leader, "I’m completely at your mercy. Take me with you, My Lord," Jimin uttered as they finally held hands. 

“So it's settled then. We will release the omega Jimin to follow you as you wish,” The chief nodded in agreement.

The chief's mate, Kim Seokjin, then came and began to pray for Jimin. He’s known as a high priestess and a healer in their tribe. He’s giving him blessings as well as a ceremonial mating and handover of the omega to the alpha.

“By the light of the flame dancing before me
The air that courses through my body
And the beat of a heart like wings in flight
I seek a blessing of Sacred Light

I call on the powers within to grant you peace
To keep you safe and away from harm
May you soar unburdened through life
And far above all hurt and strife.”

Seokjin chants thrice the spells and incantations repeatedly and carries on.

"Now your name is blessed
With a Divine Force wrapped around you
Spread your wings and be worry-free
You're graced with light, so mote it be!”

He then lightly caressed Jimin’s cheek. 

“You’re no longer a part of our pack. But may the Sacred Moon always be a nightly reminder to you of the cosmic miracle that you are, Moonchild,” The Headman then added. 

“The Moon is full, the sky is clear
Misfortune and evil disappear
The Mighty Wolf shall ever reign
And be protected from harm and bane

Come hither! Come hither!
Spirits of the Wolf, strong and great!
Guard us in your holy circle
Throughout our lives now and forever.”

The sun had long since set in the western sky when Jimin finally finished packing with the help of Jung Hoseok, one of Lord Dragon's commanders and confidants. And the sky was totally dark when the omega followed Lord Dragon and his deadly warriors out of the village where he was born. 

Even so, a glimmer of hope for a new beginning and a bright future had warmed his heart and embraced his soul. And somehow, the omega was sure that from now on he would live happily ever after with his alpha, Lord Dragon…

“Cleanse this path, remove the past
I've found my happiness at long last
Fill this way with joy and love
Send Your blessings from Above.”

“Did they know it?” Lord Dragon asked and broke the silence as he helped the stunning omega help him get on the horse. They rode his black horse together. 

The Dragon Warriors troupe were about to continue their journey after eating and resting for a while. They began their journey back to the Treasure Pavilion in the Land of Celosia at the top of the mountain.

The stars were scattered in the sky above beautifully. The night looked bright thanks to the moonlight that was beautifully embroidered in the sky. The constellations shone and guided them as a signpost considering it was already night. Everything made it easier for them to return to the land of Lord Dragon's ancestors.

“What is it, My Lord?” Jimin looked confused. But then he realized that Lord Dragon was talking about him, his past and his little secret.

“They don’t know yet, right?” The alpha leader of The Dragon Warriors mumbled more to himself, “Everyone and even the village chief doesn't know that you’re an omega born with magical forces. You’re maxima magica. A maximum of magic. And with your massive power, you’re the one who truly helped me and the warriors kill the bandits and win the battle before. Am I right?”

“Sanctify, sanctify
I light the flame of desire
I fan the flame of your passion
Each candle I burn is a wish
And I come to you as a witch
My lust will never wane and vice versa
I desire and I will be desired
Harm to none, with you always
And so it is, so mote it be.”

Jimin smiled yet he lowered his head, “I'm glad you noticed.”

“I have even heard your telepathic enchantments and incantations in my lucid dreams. It only happens a few times on certain nights as I recalled. I remember that I heard your delicate and silky voice during the Strawberry Moon and Sturgeon Moon. And if I’m not mistaken, we have met in the astral realm several times. Weren't that you?”

Only his alpha can hear all the prayers and chants through their witchery mind-link.

Jimin was stunned because what he had been trying for so long had actually worked. Besides, not like the wolf pack he was born into, the Dragon clan werewolves and their pack are indeed different. They are renowned as powerful experts with all their sorcery skills and magical talents anyway.

“Goddess, Moon, and Stars Above
Let my life be blessed with True Love
I call upon the fertile Earth
Send to me a heart of Worth
I call upon the sacred Water
Grant this wish unto thy Daughter
I call upon the swirling Air
May I be held in tender Care
I call upon the steadfast Stone
Never more to be Alone
I call upon the burning Fire
Bind me true to my Desire
Earth, Water, Air and Stone
Fire, Blood, Flesh and Bone
Goddess, Moon, and Stars Above
Let my life be blessed with True Love.”

Jimin often recites that prayer to find his mate, his alpha, his true love, his life partner in his lamentations every night… He did not think his request would be magically granted. On the other hand, he has this inner certainty, he believed and he knew that his prayer would definitely come true. He has that unwavering faith. 

“Yes, My Lord,” The omega nodded, “You’ve already come to realize. You’ve finally come to find me,” His voice sounded so soft, swaying and flowing in the alpha's ears, it’s gently caressing his hearing like the majestic flapping of a phoenix's wings and the melodious chirping of its song in harmony in the garden of his palace, Treasure Pavilion.

“It’s Yoongi for you,” Lord Dragon smiled fondly and endearingly, Jimin could feel the corner of his lips were right on his ear shell since Lord Dragon was sitting right behind him. The omega could even lean his back on his thick neck and sturdy chest. 

The alpha warrior inhaled the scent of his omega deeply. His fragrance was so sweet, pleasant and calming, faintly like milk and honey yet refreshing like being in the middle of a garden full of blooming flowers in the off-season. The alpha had never smelled such an intoxicating yet tranquilizing scent. He was truly hypnotized.

“Yoongi, I'm honored that you came for me, that you recognized and saved me. My pack doesn't respect magic power. They considered this talent and skill as taboo, bizarre and scary. I was lucky that my grandmother protected me and hid my truth from everyone.”

“Even so, you are ostracized your whole life and people treat you differently.” The alpha felt sorry for him.

“That's true,” Jimin nodded sadly.

“Don’t you worry, Love,” He sighed as he gently stroked his silver hair, “You’ll be sad no more. You would be more suited to be with me and live in my wizardry homeland with our witchery people. Me and my people will provide you with love that doesn't require you to shrink. You will never lack anything and we will always be prosperous and abundant, filled with merry and joyous contentment. I will always protect you and care for you throughout my life. That’s my promise. I swear by the Moon. You will wake up every morning full of happiness and joy with me, from the window of our room of our residence that faces the expanse of the beautiful red celosia fields,” Lord Dragon hugging the omega's tiny body from behind as he gave him a reassuring smile, making Jimin moved and touched by his words. The omega feels safe and secure in every extent with him.

“I’m thankful, My Lord. That sounds like heaven to me,” Jimin sighed in relief as he smiled and closed his teary eyes, imagining the place that would be his new home, where the new chapter of his life begins…

“The winds of change I feel tonight
The waters are calm and the sky is bright
Luck be mine, come into me,
My desires are true, so mote it be.”

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Two years later.

“Dragon’s Breath Celosia. This plant is often referred to as ‘Plume Celosia’, ‘Feathered Amaranth’, or ‘Plumed Cockscomb’,” Teacher Taehyung explained to their students, “You can grow this plant as an annual or as a perennial if you live in the right climate, like here. Celosia Plumosa produces unique cone-shaped flowers known as ‘plumes’. Now look at these enchanting flowers. These flowers are even hairy and soft to the touch,” The witchy, healer omega giggled with all of the kids. 

“However, what about droopy leaves?” Jimin chimed in as he gently stroked his growing baby bump due to his 5th month of pregnancy, “Now we need to remember that droopy leaves signal distress. Overwatering and underwatering can both cause leaves to droop—so find a good balance, everyone. Moderate light and temperature will always help keep the leaves perky and fresh. Never forget about that,” He continued, which made some of the students pay more attention to the great plants of their homeland, while some of them diligently wrote some notes in their books.

The teaching and learning session ended shortly after, along with the appearance of two men with sturdy figures. One of them was carrying a toddler. 

Lord Dragon and one of his confidants, Jeon Jungkook, came to approach the two omegas who were still chatting with the little children. But soon the class became quiet and empty after all their students went home.

“Are you guys done already? Our daughter has been a bit fussy, Honey. She's been giving Daddy a bit of a hard time. She’s shape-shifting a lot and running here and there out of control and then crying for her Mommy,” Jungkook complained to his mate, Taehyung, who immediately carried the sulking little toddler into his arms. 

“Really, Princess? Do you miss Mommy that much? Dada seems so overwhelmed and exhausted taking care of you. Are you giving him a hard time, you naughty little wolf?” Taehyung laughed a little. 

“Being a good, responsible and trustworthy father is absolutely not an easy task. I’m stressed. I guess I'd rather go and eliminate bandits than raise a little wolf. She can't even control her ability to transform yet,” Jungkook scoffed and sighed in despair. 

“Oh, come on. Nobody said it was easy, Alpha. That's why you have to find a way to direct her, give her example, Dada. Our first daughter is so young, she needs good guidance,” Taehyung snorted but eventually laughed.

Lord Dragon smiled as he and Jimin looked at Jeon’s little, messy, chaotic yet happy family. He then embraced Jimin himself with his right hand, and kissed his forehead gently. He bent down to softly rub the omega's pregnant belly and kissed it tenderly. 

Contrary to the rumors circulated among the villagers of Jimin's pack, the omega was not sterile because he was now expecting. Yoongi had impregnated him and both of them were overjoyed.

In a few months they would meet their child when their baby was born into the world. And as he looked fondly at the Jeon family, the alpha couldn't help but feel excited. It was clear that he couldn't wait to hold their bundle of joy in his arms.

“How's your day, Lovely?” Lord Dragon beamed in endearment.

“We have given the children homework. They will research and categorize several plants, either for eating, as ornamental plants or herbal medicines for the needs of the pharmacy and witch apothecary in town,” Jimin smiled as he told his alpha. With Taehyung as his assistant, he not only teaches but also occasionally goes around the land doing good and healing people.

“Good thing. I'm glad you're enjoying your role as a healer and teacher here. I'm glad your sorcery didn't end in vain. Unlike the people in your hometown, I see that the people here are much more loving and accepting of you.”

“Your pack celebrates me," Jimin couldn’t agree more, he was touched and moved. 

“You are my omega. My pack is officially your pack too,” Lord Dragon smiled at him, “Anyway, I brought these for you, Gorgeous,” Yoongi handed what he believed to be ‘flowers of fortune’ for his beloved omega. 

“For me? Oh, wow. Thank you, Alpha! These pink daisies and red roses are so lovely. They’re so pretty. I love it!” Jimin beamed in marvel as he stood on his tiptoes to kiss Yoongi’s cheek then inhaled the fragrant and fresh, sweet scents of the flowers. He then put it in a vase on the table while humming happily and cheerfully.

After chatting for a while, it didn't take long for the Jeon family to say goodbye and return to the south wing, to their residence, leaving Lord Dragon and Jimin there. Then the two lovebirds walked down the corridor of the magnificent and beautiful palace while holding hands to their chamber.

The pillars of the pavilion looked majestic, carved with wondrous golden dragon and red celosia ornaments as symbols of their land's greatness. Meanwhile, the walls were decorated with paintings of the Dragon's Breath Celosia flower field and the magnificent Treasure Pavilion, complete with a beautiful garden of red carnations and zinnia inside the impressive building with enchanting Phoenix.

The bright sun was no longer shining as brightly as it had in the middle of the day. But the summer made the weather feel a little hot and muggy, it was a bit sultry. A gentle breeze made Jimin's lilac and lavender silky, dainty and refined dress flutter gracefully. 

Lord Dragon watched his lovely husband and he didn't understand how the omega could do it, but Jimin swung his steps casually yet energetically like he was jive and dancing. And Yoongi thought the omega looked immaculate and so pretty. He looked so astounding and astonishing like an actual angel, like a little doll of his. 

The gorgeous Jimin is all his. How come he got so damn lucky?

“Alpha, I was wondering maybe we could go horse riding to the town square for-” 

“My Love, we’re expecting. And I don't want you to get tired. You've been so busy since this morning.”

“But Yoongi-” Jimin whined then pouted in disappointment. 

“I don't want you to work too hard, My Love,” He chuckled, “We’d better go back to our chamber soon because you need more rest. Besides, I have something better for you than just a horse riding to the town square,” His husband smirked flirtatiously, almost mischievously.

“Really? What's the surprise? Did you cook something for me?” Jimin's eyes sparkled as his pupils dilated joyously, “Your cooking is always so tasty and delicious, Alpha.” 

His words made his husband chuckle delightfully.

“Who would have thought that the most feared and legendary Lord Dragon is actually so good at cooking. He’s also a hopeless romantic too,” Jimin giggled.

“Well, this alpha would gladly do anything for his beloved omega,” The alpha stopped walking only to bow respectfully to him then suddenly carried his omega and spinning him around. He then steals a chaste kiss from his lips. It was soft and sweet as the omega chuckled happily, slapping his broad chest lightly and telling him to put him down, making them smile ear to ear. 

He remembers how his grandmother always said that “love is the highest and greatest magic of all.” And the omega is so grateful and feels blessed beyond measure as he continues to receive pure compassion, sincere affection and unconditional love from his alpha husband Yoongi, the love of his life.

“I have told the maid to prepare a tub full of flowers for us to soak in.”

“Oh, really?” Jimin giggled.

“Yes, and then we can eat our dinner together,” Yoongi booped Jimin’s nose affectionately.

“Will you feed me? Your child wants you to feed me,” Jimin carefully rubbed his baby bump bloated belly.

“Of course, My Dear, as you wish. And maybe after that, if you want something to ride, you know that I’m always ready to serve you something, Love,” His husband whispered in his ear. His tone was sultry and seductive. His voice was sweet and gentle yet his words were brazen as he nuzzled to the crook of Jimin’s neck lovingly. The alpha has already been fueled by his passion and burning desire for his gorgeous omega.

Jimin shuddered as his heart skipped a beat. He blushed hard. His heart hammered in his chest, singing along the enormous wonderful feelings. He recalled the first time he had been so nervous. It was when his husband first touched him, kissed his lips and slept with him, making love to him all night long… Every time Yoongi made out with him, cuddled him, slept with him, made love to him senseless, knotted his holes and bred him again and again into oblivion and bringing him to the peak of pleasure more than five times until he forgot everything; until Jimin forgot his own name … It always felt like that. Yoongi never failed him. Everytime, it was always so electrifying and so special, incredibly remarkable like the first time.

“Hm, that ‘something’ really sounds thrilling and exciting,” The omega giggled joyously yet bashfully. His eyes were like two crescent moons. His soul rejoiced.

Yoongi’s hand wrapped gently around Jimin’s wrist. He pulled him closer and closer. Strong arms embraced Jimin. Soft lips took his plumpy, pillowy lips. The omega gasped involuntarily, opening his mouth to the other. And after a moment of stupor, he finally closed his eyes and returned the feverish kiss. 

His alpha husband gave some more and showed him a better technique, a sloppy, messy one with an open mouth, tongue sucking, lip nibbling, teeth clacking and all the greedy devouring movements, all the longing and yearning that took his breath away is making him feels incredibly endeared. It had Jimin melting in his arms.

“I love you,” Lord Dragon whispered against the omega’s wet lips. 

“I love you even more, Alpha,” Jimin whispered. He whimpered feeling his alpha's bigger hands roam over his back. They settled on his bottom, squeezing it lightly yet eagerly and passionately. He was pulled forward against his husband’s sturdy body. He felt the man’s crotch against his bloated stomach. It was not soft at all. It’s already come to live. The massive and large love spear below his waist had become stiff and hard. The omega could feel it under their hanging robes.

The alpha admires the view for the umpteenth time, marveling that this is something he’s allowed to have; someone gorgeous like Jimin is willing to be touched by him, that he wants him too all the time and is actually all his to cherished, treasured and loved. Lord Dragon sighs and smiles, pressing his crotch up against him. And even through their layers, it feels like an electric shock right to his length. But of course that’s because it got something to do with Jimin being the gorgeous, hottest, ethereal and sexiest person he’s ever seen, “You look so pretty in lilac and lavender, Love. So splendid and exquisite. I’m so madly in love with you,” He chuckled.

Jimin blushed even harder, giggled shyly and fully flushing all the way down his neck now since he has his alpha husband's undivided attention. A smirk pulls at the corner of Lord Dragon's lips, and the omega could die by the feral temptation. His entire chest heats up like a furnace and his heart burning from the inside as his naughty alpha now holding his face and kissing him again with those distractingly pretty red lips, so soft and sweet against his own.

His mouth parts under very little pressure from the alpha’s tongue. And then Jimin’s grabbing onto Yoongi’s wrist to hold him in place against his mouth. He’s drowning in the feeling of the man’s tongue pressing against his own and lapping at the roof of his mouth. And he loved how his husband now uses both hands to hold him by the jaw, kissed him so whole-heartedly as he held in this sweet way, he’s a little obsessed with how his alpha makes him feel, especially when Lord Dragon is slurping and moaning in his open mouth.

Jimin felt dizzy and giddy. 

He shivered and quivered as Yoongi’s surreal mouth trails down slowly, kissing at the corner of his lips and dragging lower to his throat. His magical and ecstatic mouth parted to press his tongue there, making his eyes roll back when teeth nipped lightly yet blissfully at his skin. 

The alpha warrior kept kissing, devouring, licking and biting again and again on his mark, it’s their mating bite, which was now there on his slender neck already. His own hands were clutching onto the front of the alpha's robe to keep him close. His husband indeed now felt very different from the fierce and terrifying leader of the Dragon Warriors before.

“You’re teasing me too much, Husband. And we're not even in our chamber yet,” The omega grinned.

For all the dreams that wings could fly, that's how Jimin finally lives happily ever after in Lord Dragon’s hometown, a picturesque mountain town, the famous, legendary and prominent land of Celosia. He felt very fortunate to have Yoongi as his alpha husband.

In the fiery heart of Celosia, their deep love, flaming passion, pure compassion, genuine connection and heartwarming affection for each other continues to burn and ablaze forever, like the vast expanse of red celosia flowers.

∆ THE END ∆

Gloss and Highlight:

~ Flower Language of Red Carnations

Red carnations symbolize love, affection, and admiration. They can be used to express romantic love, or to show closeness to someone. A pale red carnation denotes admiration and the idea that “my heart aches for you,” while dark red conveys feelings of deep love and affection. 

~ Flower Language of Zinnia

Zinnias symbolize friendship, endurance, and lasting affection. They can also represent daily remembrance, goodness, and joy. 

In “friendship”, Zinnias can be used to convey that you care for someone and will always be there for them. For “endurance”, Zinnias can symbolize the ability to endure through trials and tribulations, such as drought, heat, and bugs. And about “lasting affection”, Zinnias can represent a commitment to love and care for someone, even if they are far away. 

As a “daily remembrance”, Zinnias can symbolize a commitment to remember someone, even if they are absent. For “joyous endurance”, Zinnias can symbolize the ability to bloom in a variety of conditions, including the heat of summer. 

~ Flower Language of Celosia

Celosia flowers or The Dragon’s Breath Celosia, also known as cockscombs or wool flowers, symbolize love, strength, courage, and resilience. The flower's name comes from the Greek word/ etymology κολεός (kḗleos), which signifies "burning" or "ablaze."

This nod to the flower's flame-like blooms is just the kindling for its rich symbolic history. The vibrant red of Dragon's Breath Celosia isn't just a feast for the eyes; it's a symbol steeped in love, passion, and the undying nature of affection. Its form, reminiscent of a flame, evokes feelings of warmth and resilience. Globally, this plant's symbolism is as diverse as its colors. 

Represents love and affection, celosia flowers are believed to have a magical power of love in many cultures. In western Africa, they are called “soko yokoto”, which means "the food that makes a husband's face rosy".

Celosia bloom from summer to autumn, remaining vibrant even as the landscape around them fades away. It is a symbol of strength and resilience since celosia flowers remain strong and beautiful even during intense storms. They are hardy, resilient, and can weather any storm.

In China, the crested celosia, with its rooster-like crown, is linked to good fortune and protection, aligning with the Rooster zodiac. In today's cultural tapestry, Dragon's Breath Celosia carries a symbolic weight that goes beyond its striking appearance. Its resemblance to a rooster's comb, an emblem of luck in Chinese culture, positions it as a charm against malevolence.

Historically, the flower's fiery form has been a staple in religious ceremonies, from ancient rituals to the vibrant altars of Mexico's Día de los Muertos. Its vivid hues are believed to maintain the celebratory spirit, even in mourning.

Meanwhile, Victorian floriography used its boldness to inspire courage, and today, it's still a beacon of strength and partnership.

Also, The Dragon's Breath Celosia has roots that intertwine with myth and magic. In the realm of dreams, it's a beacon of good omens; a pregnant woman dreaming of the flower anticipates the birth of a daughter, while a man's dream may foretell incoming wealth. Single women take heart; this bloom in your dreams could signal a looming romance.

As it mentioned before, the flower's utility extends to the culinary arts, where it's not just a feast for the eyes but a staple in dishes from Africa to Asia, symbolizing a bridge between beauty and sustenance. In contemporary decor, whether fresh or dried, Celosia injects a dose of drama and vibrancy, embodying a zest for life that's hard to ignore.

With its surreal silhouette, The Dragon's Breath Celosia continues to captivate and inspire, much like the dragons of lore. It's a living symbol of passion, protection and prosperity, thriving in gardens and imaginations alike.

∆ May all the goodness of Zinnia, Carnation and especially Celosia gloss and highlight your daily life and be with you from this year onwards.

May all the benefits of "Flowers of Fortune" always be bestowed upon you throughout time. Blessed be! ∆