"There he is!" a rat omega squealed. "Isn't he dreamy with his long flowing turquoise hair and eyes?"
His friend the colourful parrot omega glanced at the beautiful siren prince and pulled the other omega away, lowering his voice. "Have you not heard? He's the defective alpha."
Puzzled, the rat omega asked for more details. In this academy, weren't only the prestigious or talented selected for enrolment? How could there be a defective alpha? He simply couldn't believe that someone so stunning would be flawed.
"What are you thinking?" the parrot hissed at his friend. "Not that kind of defect. Don't you know who he is? He is Syris, the fifth Siren prince of Atlantis!"
The fifth prince of Atlantis was famous not for his beauty or title. If anything, he was one of the only alphas who didn't have any admirers. Rumours said that Syris attended the Academy only because he lost the favour of his family. It wasn't an honour for Syris to attend the Academy, in fact
"Where were you?" Syris' loyal bodyguard and friend asked. "Classes are almost over."The siren prince smiled at his shark merman friend. "Visiting Zinnia," he said.Bruce was surprised. "Did you break something again? Who was it? I'll beat them up for you!""No, nothing of that sort!" Syris hurried to stop his hot-headed friend. After putting up with so much bullying from home and during the first month at the Academy, Bruce was very protective of him even though they were both alphas. Syris often felt inferior to his warrior friend even though he was of noble birth. Sometimes, he envied the rash merman for being able to stand for what he believed in.To prevent the shark merman from going berserk on the wrong people, Syris quickly explained about the elf with large ears he tried to help earlier. "He ran away so quickly that I couldn't return his glasses. However, I didn't feel good about returning his glasses after they got damaged by the other omegas b
Floopy was enjoying the silence in the greenhouse and thinking of a new song. Amanda had requested for a new musical to be performed because she was bored. It had been a while since the last musical and the archmage was dying for new entertainment in this boring time crack. Asahina was slightly apologetic when she came looking for him to pass on Amanda's new request. Truthfully, Floopy didn't mind. He would not have minded writing songs every day if the principal wanted it. Composing music was his greatest joy and it would be great if he could stay in the Academy forever and not just five years. Asahina left Floopy the special access card to the forbidden forest that only a few special students were allowed to enter. For Floopy, it was his favourite hideout and also the place that he could forget about everything for a while. The forest had always been a sacred place for faes and being kicked out of his home meant that Floopy was currently homeless. Without a forest
It was dark and almost everyone was asleep in the academy. Floopy was in a good mood and his blind roommate could tell by the humming of an unfamiliar song."Is that for the musical?" Klick Batley asked but Floopy didn't reply. The panotti was too absorbed in his fantasy of having the first good day since coming to the Academy."Earth to Floopy!" the bat threw a well-aimed eraser at the dreamy musician's head and that effectively made him snap out of the trance."Huh?"Not impressed, the bat demon crawled over to Floopy's bed and hugged his friend tightly. "Tell me! What's made you so happy today? Did someone confess to you?"Floopy smiled and shook his head. "Nothing like that. I just met someone nice."Interested, Klick demanded for details. For someone to not bully the panotti and was even nice to him? That's rather rare and a cause for celebration! Then again, the bat was worried. What if this person was simply nice to Floopy because the
Klick was revising for tomorrow's test when Floopy returned. He was slightly surprised because the composer was back earlier than expected. Was his inspiration really good? How did he finish composing an entire ensemble piece in less than an hour?"Did it go well?" the bat demon asked but didn't receive a reply. Instead, he heard Floopy throw himself on the bed with a sniffle.Alarmed, Klick put down his books and went over. "Hey," he approached with a soft voice. "What's wrong? Did someone bully you on the way?"Floopy shook his head and cried harder. How could he put this into words? The sound of Syris' screaming still haunted his ears and Floopy hugged Klick who was taller than him. The bat demon bent down awkwardly and sat on the small boy's bed, patting his back and pushing his ears out of the way. Floopy might be bullied a lot but he never bawled like this before and the roommate found himself worrying if things had gone too far."What happened?"
Writing a letter to Syris was more nerve-wracking than getting approval from Amanda about the new musical. Floopy had discarded more than ten drafts and Klick remained silent, trying to not add more pressure to the panicking panotti who didn't think he was eloquent enough."I'm done! Klick, give me some opinions?"The bat demon stopped his revision, It should be around three in the morning now and Floopy still hasn't revised for tomorrow's test. The panotti was going to fail at this rate being sleep-deprived and labelled stupid when the test results came out again."What did you write?" he tried to keep his voice even and Floopy cleared his throat."Dear Prince Syris, you have a great personality and are very kind. Thank you for fixing my glasses and sorry that I ran away. If it doesn't bother you, could we become friends?"Klick deadpanned. "Are you sure this is what you want to send?" Clearly Floopy knew that it defeated the purpose of an anonymo
The test was easy and Floopy let out a sigh of relief after the papers were collected. Klick was fast asleep even though it was lunch and the panotti left a note for his friend before sneaking out of the classroom. He was going back to the greenhouse for lunch before the bullies could steal his food.At the greenhouse, Floopy's stomach growled and the panotti dug into his meal quickly. He spent the time listening to the sound of nature and thought about how he could write a song that would suit Prince Syris. Although he had damaged his vocal cords badly, Floopy thought that there was an unusual charm to his voice that was different from the other creatures and stage actors.Syris' talking voice was like wool. It was warm and a little scratchy but soft to the ears and very pleasing to listen to. Due to the damage done to his cords, Floopy wasn't sure how the original voice sounded like. While it didn't seem like Prince Syris was going to have a very honey-like voice or
Klick was worried. Floopy had refused to go anywhere else apart from classes and back to his room. The composer was so absorbed in making the 'perfect song' that he started neglecting his meals and sleep. It had been going on for a few days and Klick had never seen his friend in such a state. It was worrying."Come on, you have to sleep."Floopy ignored the bat demon. "One last round," he mumbled and looked through the sheet music again. Today was the fifth day and Floopy did a lot of research about rap music. He even thought about the entire choreography for the musical that featured Syris as his muse. This was the theme song and he wanted it to be flawless when he delivered it to Syris.Knowing that his little friend wouldn't budge, Klick sighed and went to bed on his own. There was no use in persuading Floopy to do otherwise, the panotti was dead set on writing the best love song in the world. Who was he to stop a friend who was serious in the pursuit of love
To save his friend from crying at the bad news, Klick spent the whole night thinking of a good way to make Syris come to Floopy instead. Knowing that the panotti had low self-esteem but great musical talents, Klick decided to propose for Floopy to make the song without vocals so that they could turn this undelivered song into an advertisement over the academy's radio program.Floopy cheered up when he heard that it wasn't Prince Syris who rejected his songs but the shark bodyguard who was overly protective. Not wanting Klick to get eaten by the foul-mood shark merman, Floopy agreed to go with a different approach. He wasn't going to give up on helping Syris secretly. One good turn deserves another.The duo worked hard with Klick attending classes and buying food on Floopy's behalf. After classes, Klick would teach Floopy what he missed during lessons and the composer would eat what Klick brought him. When he wasn't eating, sleeping or studying, Floopy was writing songs
When Wilson said that the additional terms would be added to the annexe, Carlos and Rusty didn’t think they would do it in the principal’s office. Wilson wasn’t the one in a hurry to have the papers signed, Amanda was, and all three students watched as Asahina smacked the archmage with her clipboard for hindering her progress.The odd relationship between the principal and secretary made Rusty pause. However, he didn’t think too much. After all, it was only possible for him to attend this school after receiving the principal’s scholarship. His parents applied it for him secretly when they heard about it. Rusty was always smarter than anyone else in his family, and it was a shame that they were too poor to afford him any education. With the golden opportunity in front of them, Rusty could not refuse. He thought that coming here was a good way to make money while studying, but he turned out to catch a shark instead of a fish.“It&rsquo
It was slightly tricky to find a decent venue for the two alphas and one omega to meet up and discuss the terms of their three-way relationship. Eventually, they managed to discuss with Floopy and Prince Syris to borrow the music room. Prince Syris wished them luck and left the keys with Wilson.“Don’t forget to return them and no nasty stuff. Floopy and I will be using it to rehearse tonight.”“I won’t,” Wilson promised and took the keys. Carlos and Rusty stood side by side awkwardly behind Wilson, and the werewolf ushered them in.The music room was cosy, but there weren’t many places to sit around. Wilson dragged the piano chair over, a drum stool and a recording stool before borrowing the music stand as a table to go through the contract terms. Carlos took a look at the chairs and decided that it might be better for Rusty to sit on the recording stool as it was the tallest. He took the drummer stool, and Wilson made
“No problems,” Dr Iason confirmed.Rusty was healthy and strong enough to bear pups for Wilson. Even if he was a rabbit beastman, his genetics were closer to a hare than a rabbit. It would explain his independent nature and less social personality. Wilson didn’t want to investigate too deeply why there would be a hare in a rabbit family. All that meant for him was that Rusty would be able to crossbreed with them effectively. The wolf pups and cheetah cubs will not suffer from an active herbivore gene. They might be omnivores, but that was it. The others would be carnivores.Rusty didn’t speak much and thanked the doctor as Wilson escorted him out.“Do you need more time?” he asked, but the hare werebeast shook his head. Even after finding out that there was something strange about his bloodline, Rusty remained calm. His poker face rivalled Wilson, and the werewolf knew that he wanted Rusty to be part of his and Carlos’ c
As expected, Carlos did not wake up in a rosy mood when he found out how Wilson seized the opportunity to snuggle in their sleep. That was far too intimate, and while the werecat didn’t hate it, he wasn’t used to this kind of closeness.Wilson woke up alone and late for lessons because a grumpy werecat turned it off. The note stuck onto his desk containing nothing but a childish drawing of a cat sticking its tongue out naughtily and pulling at an eye made the stoic werewolf laugh. Carlos had some cute sides to him, and Wilson loved them very much.Seeing that he was already late, there was no harm in taking his time. There was still about forty minutes before his next lesson. He could afford to miss the first class and catch the second one.As he folded his blanket, Wilson paused. The omega classes started later than the alpha classes. Seeing that he was already late, shouldn’t he make use of this opportunity to catch hold of a particular busy
Finding an omega partner who could satisfy his needs was proving more difficult than Carlos initially thought. After that confrontation and agreement, Carlos gave Wilson a list of names for his usual fuck buddies. The werewolf didn’t comment about the number of names on that list. Carlos was also slightly embarrassed to count them as they were well into the double digits.“Just so you know, I don’t sleep with everyone very often,” he said, and Wilson nodded. He didn’t ask further about the details of Carlos’ complicated relationship with these omegas. However, he asked something the werecat didn’t see coming.“Is Rusty not one of your bed partners?”Carlos blinked. That rabbit omega boy who was said to charge exorbitant fees for his services?“He and I don’t talk. Besides, there’s always that kind of air around him, you know? One that makes him slightly unapproachable. He looks at me
The morning after they slept together, Carlos woke up first. Last night was definitely something he couldn’t tell anyone about. An alpha bottoming for another alpha? It was probably unheard of. It didn’t matter how good it felt or how perfect Wilson was. Carlos had his pride.Sure, he might be able to secure a good future if he accepted Wilson’s offer. His sister wouldn’t have to suffer at the hands of the crafty families. He didn’t have to take over the Chavez House and could live the easy life he wanted to. However, the cheetah didn’t want to admit defeat so easily. Accepting Wilson’s help felt like a terrible trade. Ever since he became the Chavez heir, Carlos made himself a promise. He would never betray his feelings and beliefs for anyone’s sake. Wilson was trying to make him bend his beliefs, and he felt torn.“Let’s not think too much,” he reasoned and got up.Wilson was still s
Today, Wilson and Carlos attended class as usual. The werecat didn’t pay much attention to lessons, and Wilson couldn’t concentrate on his work either. They were both too preoccupied thinking about what would happen later.When lessons finally ended for the day, Wilson and Carlos met in the hallway without a word. Some curious people wondered why the feral werecat wasn’t running away and why the lone wolf was very accommodating today as they walked to the cafeteria wordlessly. Their shoulders were brushing, and it became the gossip of many who wondered how they grew so close.“Maybe they got closer by fighting,” someone reasoned, but others thought that there was more than met the eye. After all, the way they stood so close that their shoulders brushed against each other was a sign of intimacy.They ate together, did their assignments together and spent the rest of the time in each other’s company until it was time for bed.
The following day, Wilson called in sick for Carlos as well. Compared to yesterday, the high faded and left only a stinging mess all over his skin. Every time Carlos shifted his position, it hurt.Wilson was expecting this. The pain would subside in a day or two after the scene if proper aftercare treatment was carried out. In fact, the lone wolf didn’t make any plans for scenes today. All he wanted was to take care of Carlos. Right from the time Carlos woke up, Wilson hovered over him constantly, fussing over just about everything from his minor muscle aches to the tender skin.Carlos didn’t know why he was given VIP treatment today. Not only did he not need to attend class, but Wilson was also pampering him to a point where he was going to rot. From the very moment he opened his eyes, Wilson already took care of his needs. He helped Carlos shower without any funny business, took care of cleaning the room while Carlos ate the breakfast he brought up, appli
“The founder of the necromancer circle started out as a druid,” Wilson narrated, and Carlos swallowed hard. Wasn’t he sitting a little too close? Also, what was this technique of reading into his ears?!“... answer the question. Are druids born as elementalists with a good and evil nature, or are they born neutral and shaped by their circumstances from the example above?”Carlos stalled. “Uh… good?”Wilson frowned. “That’s going to cost you. You weren’t listening when I explained.”Carlos bristled. “How is that my fault?! You were basically breathing into my ear and had me seated in your lap to study! How does this look like studying to you? I don’t see my teachers doing this in class.”Wilson raised an eye and spanked the mouthy werecat. “Is this the attitude you take to your teachers?” he asked. “Besides, special kids need special at