A giggle left Jules’s mouth, and then another, before turning into laughter. He’d somehow managed to lose his virginity to a Xeus alpha—and had a knot in him—and he still hadn’t even been kissed. It was kind of hilarious, in a way.The alpha on top of him made a questioning sound, his face still buried against Jules’s neck as he scent-marked him lazily. His teeth were still—Jules’s smile froze on his lips.Fuck. The alpha had bitten him. And knotted him. Did that mean… Did that mean they were bonded now?He focused and listened to his senses, but it was difficult. His body still felt too mellow and satisfied, the knot in him making him feel almost high on the feeling. He couldn’t tell if the mark had taken. But the fact that he still had no desire to shove the alpha away despite feeling sated was probably worrying. In fact, the mere thought of being apart from this alpha caused a panicky feeling in his chest, and Jules found his arms tightening around the alpha’s back.Fuck.They wer
For a moment, he thought the Xeus didn’t understand him, but then Jules heard the rustle of clothes and exhaled in relief.Then he went back to worrying. What were they going to do now?Jules was snapped out of his thoughts when a hand gripped his arm and none-too-gently pulled him toward the door.“What are you doing?” Jules said, looking at the alpha. He was dressed, thank fuck, but the strange, disturbing effect he had on Jules’s body was still there. Fuck, he smelled amazing. Like everything good in the world. Jules could barely stop himself from shoving his face into the Xeus’s neck and breathing.No. He needed to get a grip. He needed to get his brain to focus on their course of action, not to keep fixating on his base, primitive wants.The glowing green eyes flicked to him for a moment, the alpha’s nostrils flaring.Jules blushed and cleared his throat. “There are guards outside,” he whispered urgently. “We can’t just go out and—”The Xeus leaned down and sucked hard on his nec
“Here goes nothing,” he muttered under his breath, and started the engine. Please.He did manage to take off.And the aircar didn’t drop like a rock, which he counted as a win.Jules’s tentative smile transformed into a grin as he realized that this part of the plan had gone off without a hitch. Finally something had. He had intended to sneak the Xeus out of the mansion under the cover of the night, not allowing him to see anything he might identify later, before getting him as far from their lands as possible, choosing complicated routes and taking numerous turns to confuse the Xeus—and any potential pursuers. It seemed his plan was finally going as it was supposed to.When Jules landed the aircar in the forest an hour later, there was no way the Xeus could possibly identify where they had traveled from. The Blake house was seven hundred miles away. They were now closer to the Kadarian border than to any Pelugian city. They were safe, in every sense of the word. Even Liam would be pl
Or…For a wild moment, he was tempted to stay. Stay with this alpha, help him return home—wherever it was—and then maybe—Then what? his rational side said. Kerosvarin had no cure. Was he really ready to bind his life to a feral alpha Jules would never even get to know for real? A feral alpha who would never love him for real, for the person he was? Pheromones and great sex didn’t make a relationship; that much Jules knew. Even if by some miracle his Xeus managed to shift back into a man, he would be disappointed to find himself bound to an unattractive omega like Jules. They had no future either way.So this… this tight feeling in his chest was stupid. Irrational. It was the mating mark’s doing. It wasn’t real.But it felt so very real.Swallowing around the tightness in his throat, Jules took one last breath of the alpha’s scent and whispered, “Go.”The arms around him didn’t loosen.Jules bit his bottom lip hard. “Go,” he repeated, looking into the Xeus’s glowing eyes.The alpha st
Sometimes Jules really envied how well Liam could lie when he wanted to. His scent didn’t betray him at all, remaining steady, with an undertone of confusion. Jules had never been that good of a liar, but thankfully his suppressants made his scent faint, which made reading him difficult.Eric was the one Jules worried about the most. Although Eric didn’t know everything about the Xeus, there were other things Eric did know, and Jules wasn’t sure he could trust his baby brother not to betray them with a clumsy lie.So Jules cut in hurriedly, “If there was anything stolen, we didn’t hear a thing, Uncle. Eric and I were playing video games in his room until early morning—you know we get carried away when we play e-sports.”Eric nodded and, thankfully, remained quiet.“What happened?” Jules said, because it would have been stranger if he didn’t ask.Uncle Wayne gave him a long, scrutinizing look.Jules held his gaze, hoping his face didn’t betray him. He knew he would be his uncle’s main
It took him a while until he was able to focus enough to realize that the faint sense of another person he’d had since the Xeus’s escape was now gone.Jules froze, his eyes going wide, before he scrambled off his bed and ran out of the room.He couldn’t even remember how he ended up in front of their butler’s door. He pounded on it before he could think twice.Harrison looked sleepy and confused when he finally opened it. “Master Jules? What is the matter?”“Order me to do something,” Jules blurted out. “Use your Voice on me.”The butler froze. “Pardon?”“Use your alpha voice on me,” Jules repeated. “Now. That’s an order.”Harrison blinked in obvious bewilderment before saying, “Jump.”Jules didn’t jump—Harrison was neither his relative nor his bondmate. But he did feel the compulsion. He felt it.His knees suddenly weak, Jules turned and wandered away, ignoring the butler’s questions.The mating bond was gone.It was gone.Gone.Mating bonds could fade if neglected for a long time, b
Haydn turned his head and smiled weakly at Royce, his smile turning more genuine as his husband’s gaze held his. It was a little embarrassing that just looking into Royce’s dark eyes affected him like this. Everything felt magically better when Royce was close and looking at him.“I know,” Haydn said with a sigh, putting his head on Royce’s shoulder and deeply inhaling his familiar scent. It comforted him. “But Dr. Jordan said this procedure was too risky. What if he doesn’t remember anything when he wakes up?”Royce dropped a kiss on top of his head. “Then we’ll help him remember. At least he’s back to normal now, not a mindless beast anymore.”Haydn frowned. “He wasn’t really a mindless beast when we found him in the forest.”It was most puzzling. Although Devlin hadn’t recognized him, he clearly was capable of at least some cognitive thinking, which was a much better state than he had been in when he’d escaped the hospital months ago. Fuck, there were so many things they still didn
The truth was, Devlin hadn’t given his consent to this procedure. Haydn might have had his cousin’s best interests at heart, but he still had forced him to undergo an incredibly risky procedure the result of which wasn’t guaranteed. Devlin might wake up and not even remember who he was. He might wake up with his sanity gone. He might wake up and hate Haydn for his broken bond.Haydn cringed at the thought. He’d been honestly shocked when the doctors had told him that Devlin had an active mating bond. He couldn’t imagine the circumstances of a feral Xeus bonding to someone. In fact, he tried hard not to think about it. He could only hope that whoever the unfortunate bondmate was, Devlin hadn’t inadvertently hurt them.But it wasn’t relevant anymore. The bond was now gone. The genetic modification procedure had inevitably broken it.Haydn wondered if his cousin would even remember that he’d been bonded to someone. If he’d miss the bond. Would it hurt? The doctors back home had no idea,
“Không, nhưng tôi nghĩ tối nay anh ấy sẽ cầu hôn,” Liam nói. “Nó chỉ hợp lý thôi. Hôm qua, tôi tình cờ nghe được cuộc trò chuyện qua điện thoại của anh ấy với ai đó - tôi nghĩ là một nhân viên PR nào đó. Westcliff nói rằng nhà vua sẽ đưa ra thông báo sau vài ngày nữa - ý tôi là về Hoàng tử Haydn. Westcliff cũng muốn thông báo về việc đính hôn của chúng tôi vào khoảng thời gian đó. Nó có ý nghĩa. ”Jules đã nghiên cứu kỹ lưỡng về anh trai mình.Khuôn mặt đáng yêu của Liam rất khó đọc, nhưng đôi mắt của anh ấy không hẳn là ánh lên hạnh phúc.“You don’t have to say yes,” Jules said, feeling painfully uncomfortable. He was so damn torn about the subject he didn’t know what advice to give. He didn’t want Liam to marry an alpha he didn’t love for the sake of their family, but… He was scared that if he told Liam not to marry Westcliff, it would be selfish advice.To make things more confusing, there was a small, horrible part of him that did want Westcliff as the alpha of their family. That
Except even that fantasy wasn’t enough. Thinking about the Xeus just made his broken bond ache. Ache and hurt like an old wound that was starting to bleed again. The pain somehow amplified the desire, and soon Jules was half-sobbing into his pillow, his hips pushing greedily onto the dildo. Need him, need him, can’t need him, need him. Gone, need him, gone. I need—I need—I need. It was fucking horrible. Jules had never felt worse in his life, his muscles trembling, his cock sore, his body oversensitive and needy, and his bond aching.So he tried not to think about his Xeus. He made himself think of other alphas, trying to tell himself that any alpha would do. Any alpha with a thick, hard cock would do. He was desperate enough to almost believe it.He imagined going to a ball, his cock stiff and his slick dribbling down his leg. He imagined alphas turning toward him, their nostrils flaring and their cocks straining their pants. He would be attractive to alphas for once. They would want
Julian flushed. “It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, after…”After sex.Devlin gave a clipped nod, clasping his hands behind his back. His fingers and his jawline itched, as they did when he was on the verge of transforming. Through sheer willpower, he managed to keep his claws in.It was a normal enough reaction, to feel protective of a young omega he cared about.It was.“But the bond took?” he said, his voice very neutral.Julian nodded, not looking at him. “We were naturally compatible.”Devlin’s claws dug into his palm. He turned away and walked to the window.He took a deep breath, staring at Dainiri’s nearly full disk, and then another, until he had his claws under control.“I see,” he heard himself say. “The risk still exists, then. Medical intervention might be needed.”“What do you mean?” Julian said. “More suppressants?”“Increasing the dose again might do more harm than good,” Devlin said stiffly. “I’m hardly a doctor, but even I know that you can’t keep changing yo
Ignoring the question, Devlin studied him carefully. “Do you feel better?”“What?” Julian said, his brows knitting together.Devlin looked at him sharply. “Your brother said you didn’t feel well.”Julian averted his gaze. “Right! Of course. I feel better now. Much better—”“You didn’t want to go with us.”The omega winced, but he didn’t even try to deny it. So it was true.It shouldn’t have bothered him. It really was none of his business.“Why?” Devlin said.Julian shrugged. “It’s not exactly fun being a third wheel.” He still wouldn’t meet Devlin’s eyes.“You’re not telling the truth,” Devlin said, becoming more certain of it the longer Julian avoided looking at him. Stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him.It shut with a click.“What are you doing?” Julian said. “And I’m not lying. You think it’s fun—”“Julian,” Devlin said quietly. “Look at me.”After a moment, the omega finally did as he was told. There was a half-scowl on his face but some other emotion in his eyes
“All ri—” Liam started saying, but Devlin cut him off.“Your brother can’t leave the ball with me,” he said, looking at Julian. “You don’t want any nasty rumors to start flying around, do you?”He could actually hear Julian grind his teeth.“Fine,” he said, still sounding a mix of annoyed and bewildered.The helicopter ride to the Blake house was a strange one. Liam was the only one talking, chattering non-stop about the perfection that was Viscount Nasr while Julian determinedly didn’t look at Devlin.Devlin bored his eyes into him, his fingertips tingling, his claws itching to come out. He curled his hands into fists and breathed shallowly, trying to ignore the way Julian smelled. It was impossible. Julian fucking reeked. He reeked of another alpha. Devlin wanted to fix it, run his hands all over the brat, until he smelled right.It was probably a good thing that Julian was the first to jump out of the helicopter when they arrived, because Devlin didn’t trust himself.Tearing his ga
Julian glared at him, his cheekbones a little pink. “That was a dick move,” he said, glancing back at Nasr, who was left standing in the middle of the dance floor.“He’s much too old for you,” Devlin said, stroking his thumb against Julian’s wrist.“Stop scent-marking me,” Julian gritted out, his color heightening. “And he isn’t too old. He’s half Korf’s age.”“That shouldn’t be your measuring stick,” Devlin said. “I told you I wouldn’t allow your uncle to give you to Korf. You deserve better.”Julian chuckled. “Better? Who?”Devlin’s lips thinned. “Someone better than Nasr.”“There’s nothing wrong with Viscount Nasr. He’s perfectly nice and pleasant, and he actually sees me for being me. I’ve known him forever—he has a neighboring estate. He was always nice to me when I was a child.”“That hardly says good things about him, does it? What a creep.”Julian stomped on his right foot. “You’re being an ass,” he said, his voice a mix of annoyed and bewildered. He blinked a few times. “I do
Their date that day was unexpectedly tedious.Devlin found it difficult to keep his attention on his date, his mood sour and distracted. He was aware that he was acting like a dick, his attitude probably too cold and unapproachable. Liam seemed to have given up on trying to strike up a conversation with him after a few hesitant attempts and focused his attention entirely on the aircar race. When Liam spoke, he spoke only to the beta chaperone who had accompanied them to the race.By the time the race was over, Devlin had a headache once again, his body brimming with tension and anxiety, the source of which he couldn’t pinpoint. He barely had the patience to smile for the paparazzi as they left the track, and his smile was probably very strained. Hopefully he didn’t actually look like he wanted to punch someone.He dropped Liam off, and then he hesitated, looking at the Blake house. It would be only polite to inquire how Julian was feeling.Devlin pulled his phone out of his pocket and
Several weeks passed like that. Westcliff called on Liam and took him out on dates, putting on that disgustingly charming mask he wore in public. More often than not, Jules accompanied them, serving as a chaperone, for appearances’ sake—officially. Unofficially, he kind of… he went because he wanted to be around the duke. It freaked him out that he felt addicted to the way Westcliff made him feel, but he couldn’t help himself. It felt so good, especially when Westcliff allowed him to rub his face against his scent gland—the euphoria was beyond his ability to express properly. Afterward, Jules felt so embarrassed, but thankfully, Westcliff didn’t make fun of him and always acted as if there was nothing weird about his behavior. “Better?” he would say in a quiet murmur, and Jules would flush and nod and look anywhere but at him. Every time he told himself it was the last time, but his resolve melted into a mass of goo the next time he saw the duke. It was horrible. Horribly addictive.
Jules ôm lại anh trai mình, nhưng cảm giác lo lắng, bất an dưới da anh không thể biến mất. Ngược lại với ý muốn của mình, anh thấy mình đang nghĩ đến cảm giác an toàn như thế nào trong vòng tay của Westcliff ngày hôm qua, như thể không gì có thể chạm vào anh hay làm anh bị thương. Có lẽ có Westcliff làm alpha của họ sẽ không phải là một điều tồi tệ. Có lẽ anh nên cho anh ta một cơ hội. *** Quyết tâm của Jules để cho Westcliff một cơ hội kéo dài chính xác cho đến khi Westcliff gọi điện cho họ - trên Liam - vào buổi chiều. Anh không biết điều gì ở người đàn ông này đã khiến anh nổi gai ốc, tự ý thức và chỉ trích thái quá. Đó là một sự kết hợp kỳ lạ giữa các cảm xúc, nhưng anh không thể không nhìn Westcliff bằng ánh mắt dò xét, hoài nghi khi công tước đang nói chuyện nhỏ với Liam và chú Wayne. Thằng khốn thậm chí còn chưa liếc nhìn anh một lần kể từ khi bước vào phòng. Jules khoanh tay trước ngực, sau đó không bắt chéo chúng. Nhặt chiếc máy tính bảng trên chiếc bàn trong góc, anh n