"How about this one?" Eric asked, gesturing to a white T-shirt that hung on a nearby rack. Ethan blinked in surprise."What are you doing?" he replied, confusion evident in his voice."What does it look like I'm doing?" Eric raised an eyebrow, his smile fading slightly.Ethan surveyed the spacious clothing store, filled with luxurious garments neatly arranged in different sections. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze settling on the tag of the T-shirt.Seven grand for just a shirt!"I... I don’t want this," he stammered. Eric glanced at the shirt, frowning slightly. "But this would look really nice on you! Why don’t you like it? Come on, tell me your tastes...""I don’t want it. Why is a stranger suddenly buying me clothes? What do you want?" Ethan asked, his expression blank. He wouldn’t have come out with Eric if Ben hadn’t assured him he wasn’t a threat.Besides, he thought, he might gather a bit of information about who Lucian really was...Eric scratched his head awkwardly. "I jus
Ethan couldn't shake off what Eric had told him. Though Eric was intimidating, he was still far better than Lucian. His mind was consumed by the shocking reality that werewolves existed and that he was mated to one.Not just any werewolf, but a Lycan.Ethan had asked why he, of all people, was chosen as Lucian's mate, but Eric had refused to explain. He sensed there was much more to this situation."I know you don't want this, but you have to figure it out. Breaking the bond will have side effects for both of you," Eric's words echoed in his mind.Ethan sighed; none of this made sense. He didn't want to get entangled in these bizarre supernatural affairs, yet deep inside him, something strange was stirring, and he couldn't identify it."Mister Wave," the doctor called, snapping him out of his trance. "Your mother's diagnosis went well, but there's still more to come. Soon, we'll get to the root of the issue and find a cure. You just need to hang on a little longer."Ethan sighed. "Whe
"Excuse me?" Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible but carrying a tone of defiance. "You heard me," Lucian answered, his voice deep and commanding. The smirk on his face remained, making Ethan's skin crawl. Go on his knees. Ethan had a slight idea of what he wanted. Smacking his hand away, Ethan snapped, "I'm not someone you can manipulate. You know what? Keep your money; I'll get a loan from the bank. I've got a job to start paying for it, and if you think I would submit to you... then you're totally wrong!" Anger flashed in Lucian's eyes, his brow furrowed as his aura shifted to one that made Ethan step back instinctively. It was his beast surfacing, and unknown to him, its color changed. His eyes flashed gold. A vein pulsed on his jaw. Run. Ethan, you've just upset this man, and he might snap your head off. Before Ethan could turn, Lucian grabbed his neck like a vice, drawing him close. Ethan's chest slammed against Lucian's broad chest, a gasp escaping his lips.
“Wait!” Ethan yelled as Lucian pressed his length against him. His head was still pinned down to the counter, and he could see Lucian’s length through the corner of his eyes.Hard and ērected, his organ stood firm and huge. He had never thought someone would actually will be this enormous.Damn! The abs and torso screams perfection. Every ridge and lines. He stood like a terrifying Greek God, yet, Ethan couldn't help but drool over him.But then, could he take it? Having this length in him?… It was going to tear him apart.Lucian tried again pressing his tip against his fold.“I said wait!” Ethan yelled again, and Lucian scrowled.“The fuck do you want now?”“I… I don't think I can take it,” heat crept Ethan's face, he looked away in embarrassment. He couldn't believe this was happening.“Fine,” Lucian growled, his voice utterly impatient. Grabbing Ethan's arm, he led him to his room and pushed him to the bed, then reached for the lube in his drawer.Ethan watched with racing heart
The sun rose, peeking through the slits in the curtains and settling on Ethan’s sleepy face. He frowned, his eyes fluttering open as he took in the large room.Stirring softly on the bed, his mind slowly registered the events of the previous night. His eyes snapped wide open, and he sat up abruptly."Argh," he winced as pain shot through his back. He was still in Lucian’s room. Naked.His gaze fell on the red marks scattered across his body, and heat crept up his cheeks. Holy mother of heavens.He’d had sex with a man. Not just any man but a non-human.Ethan, you’re insane. Truly insane.The sound of the running shower in the room pulled his focus. That must be Lucian. Ethan’s muscles tensed. He needed to get out of here.Dashing out of the room, his clothes barely covering his body, Ethan froze. Standing before him was Butler Ben, staring at him blankly.Oh, shit.“Good morning, Mr. Ethan.”“Good… uhm… morning, Mr. Ben,” Ethan stammered, mentally scolding himself for how awkward he s
Twilight withdrew in shock. Becca, who had also heard, along with some other students, turned pale. Ethan, equally stunned, wondered what Martin’s deal was.“W...what are you doing?” Ethan stuttered, and Martin turned his gaze to him.“Nothing really. I just want to make friends,” Martin shrugged, his voice showing he meant no harm. “Or do you not want to be my friend?” His brow furrowed slightly, and Ethan swallowed.What should he say?Just a moment ago, he had been yearning for a friend—someone to hang around with. Someone who wouldn’t look down on him like most people had throughout his life. Now, all of a sudden, a hot new guy was asking him to be his friend.Before Ethan could reply, a lecturer stepped in. The atmosphere in the class grew serious as the lecturer was known for being strict.Martin averted his gaze from Ethan and focused on the board. He pulled out his books and became serious.He must be someone cool at least. I just hope he’s not like James, Ethan thought, fidge
Ethan was seated alone around the corner, having his lunch at the school cafe when chatter erupted as a figure stepped in.He looked up and saw Martin walking in with some popular dancers, the Crystal group. Ethan's brows furrowed. Did Martin know them?Judging from how they spoke and interacted, they seemed close to each other. The second leader of the Crystal group, Jericho, a tall hit guy, had his arm wrapped around Martin's neck, laughing with him. His eyes held an adoration, respect and familiarity in them.Ethan never watched their dance show. He barely had time for such entertainment, but the group was popular. They were five in number and insanely talented. Four of them attended this college as seniors.Their leader, a mysterious guy who loved to wear a mask… Wait!Could Martin be the one wearing the mask?Seeing the way these five hot guys walked together, Martin must have been their leader.The same guy who had asked him to be his friend held this level of popularity without
Ethan lay on his bed, disoriented. His mind replayed today’s events like a broken record. He stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding at the memory of Martin and his friends inviting him to their party. A party? With them? Was this some sort of prank? He turned to his side, burying his face in the pillow, his thoughts chaotic. What if it was a trap? What if Martin and his group were no different from James? They were popular, confident, and had the power to crush someone like him with a snap of their fingers. But then, Martin’s expression from earlier—the gentle smile, the sincerity in his voice—resurfaced in Ethan’s mind. He didn’t seem like the type to mock or bully. And his friends… they didn’t either. He groaned softly. “How am I going to deal with this?” His phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping him out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a message from Martin. Martin: Hey, just wanted to remind you about the party tonight. It starts at 8. Don’t o
Butcher threw the first attack, fast and swift; however, the man before him effortlessly shifted from his spot, dodging the blow.Butcher didn’t stop. He threw more punches, harder and faster than before, his eyes glinting with fury and excitement. One hit was enough to break a bone—at least for a human.But as time passed, frustration began to creep in. Every single one of his attacks hit nothing but empty air, as the man dodged them all… without even removing his hands from his pockets.Worse!Those bored eyes of his was not even focused on him.Who would have thought his opponent would be this interesting? Butcher hadn’t had anyone challenge his strength in a long time, and this man was doing it so effortlessly.Nah! He would break the proud facade of this mysterious man in a suit, no matter what!Butcher went all out, swinging his calloused fists with full force, adding even more impact to his attacks—yet nothing landed.He looked like a fool, dancing with no music. Who the hell wa
My man.Fuck!If someone had told him he’d hear Ethan say that—admitting that he was his—Lucian would have scoffed and dismissed it as a bluff.The shy, annoying crybaby was becoming bold. And hell, the way he had kissed him just now had already turned him so fucking on.Just as the girl finally left, Ethan spun to face him—but Lucian immediately shot out his hand, grabbing Ethan by the neck and pulling him closer.Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, Lucian’s eyes dark and filled with hunger.For those words.“Say it again,” Lucian demanded, his voice deep.Ethan’s breath hitched. “What?”“That I’m yours.”Lucian smirked, and even though the aura he emitted would make anyone shrink back, Ethan didn’t flinch.“You’re mine,” Ethan replied.Lucian crashed his lips onto his, the kiss turning wild. Their lips burned against each other until they lost their breath. When they pulled away, Ethan was gasping for air.“Ethan…”“The match has started,” Ethan cut in knowing what Luci
For someone as cold as Lucian, dinner must seem too common and quite boring since, according to Eric, Lucian doesn't like eating outside.Dinner out canceled.As for cinemas, Lucian's television at the apartment was big, and if he wanted to watch a newly released movie, he would.Night parties were not Ethan's thing either; he was practically terrible at such events. After a long thought, Ethan considered something more entertaining—something even Eric would approve of.A wrestling show. Ethan loved watching the sport; it was pretty much his favorite, as it reminded him of his father. They used to watch the sport together.Since Lucian was someone who seemed attracted to violence and such, Ethan guessed perhaps Lucian might find it entertaining.“I hope he does, and even if he doesn't… I'm the one taking him out, and I'll make him enjoy it.”Ethan took a deep breath, taking one last look at his casually fine outfit. His eyes flicked to his jotter, where he had jotted down the things h
Lucian stood there, stunned, as Ethan walked away with a confidence he hadn’t displayed before. The bold declaration rang in his ears—If I’m yours, then you’re mine.Mine.Something inside Lucian stirred, a primal part of him that had long been caged. The need to dominate, to possess, to claim. Yet, Ethan had just flipped the dynamic, making it clear that he wouldn’t be another submissive plaything. He had challenged Lucian’s authority, dared to stand on equal ground.And damn it, that turned him on.Lucian’s lips curled into an amused smirk as he leaned against the wall, watching Ethan disappear into his room.“Interesting,” he murmured.______LUTHER'S DOMAINA luxurious car pulled up in front of the towering Grand Building, halting with a soft screech. The door swung open, and the driver, dressed in a fine suit, stepped out, walking over to open the door for another figure.A pair of polished black shoes stretched out first, followed by long, slender legs leading to a tall, command
LONDONEthan rolled over in bed, his eyes glued to his phone, staring at his delivered read messages while pressing his lips together.“Why isn’t he replying?” Ethan muttered to himself, then blinked. “Why am I so worried? He could be anywhere. He’s strong, rich… I’m just wondering why he isn’t home. It’s pretty normal since we live together, right?”He reread the message he had sent, over and over again, trying to make sense of his own concern.Then he sighed, flinging his phone to the side and staring up at the ceiling.His thoughts drifted to what he had said to Lucian. He couldn’t have meant all that, right?Was he really falling for a cold, inhuman man like Lucian?“I’m definitely not,” he muttered. He would clear things up once Lucian was back—let him know he hadn’t meant a single word of what he said that night.Ethan swallowed, his hand trailing to the left side of his chest. His heart was pounding, his breath slightly unsteady.He sighed, moving his hand from his chest to his
RUSSIA RUSSIA A young man—barely more than a college boy—rushed out of his car and stormed into the building, his breath ragged as he shoved past anyone in his way. The space was thick with smoke. The people inside looked dangerous—tattooed, armed, and drowning in the scent of alcohol and heavy drugs. He passed through two sectors of the building before reaching the main room upstairs. With impatience evident in his every movement, he knocked on the door. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he muttered under his breath. A voice granted him permission, and he stepped inside. His eyes settled on his boss's huge frame lounging on the couch. His aura was intimidating, with almost all of his body covered in tattoos. Four barely covered women were with him. Two were taking turns sucking on his member, while the other two offered their naked breasts and kissed him. "Boss, we have a problem," the young guy spoke in Russian, his expression disturbed. "What is it, Sergei?" the brute-looking mal
Ethan stared at the several dishes on the table, his brow knitted with curiosity. It was Saturday; Butler Ben wasn't normally available on Saturdays, and he usually ate at the café before visiting his mother at the hospital.Could Mr. Lucian have ordered this?Curiosity waned at Ethan. What could it be? It smelled so nice.Ethan glanced at Lucian's closed room before reaching out to open the meal.Steam curled into the air as Ethan lifted the lids, revealing a spread of perfectly cooked steak, roasted vegetables, and creamy mashed potatoes. Beside it sat a bowl of what looked like homemade soup, its rich aroma making his stomach growl with hunger.His mouth parted in shock.“Holy shit,” Ethan muttered. These foods were definitely not ordered. Come to think of it, Lucian had never ordered a meal from outside before.Hearing the sudden creak of a door, Ethan immediately covered the meals and sat, pretending he wasn't doing anything.Lucian appeared in a black armless jersey and ash swea
ERIC'S APARTMENT"Who are you?" Twilight asked the woman staring at her with a sharp gaze."I should be the one asking you, girl. What the hell are you doing in Eric's home in pajamas? Do you live here?""No, I don't, actually. I'll be leaving by morning," Twilight replied, trying to control her emotions."Ah." The woman nodded. "That would be better. But I still want to know who you are to my brother."Twilight's eyes widened slightly."Brother?" She had assumed this strange young woman might be Eric's Luna or fiancée, given the confidence in her stance.The woman raised a snobbish brow, as if demanding an answer to her previous question."I..." Twilight hesitated. She didn’t want anyone to know she was mated to Eric yet. "I'm actually no one. I just needed a place to stay, and Mr. Eric was kind enough to offer.""Hm." The woman gave her a scrutinizing look. "Whatever. I knew my brother wouldn’t have anything to do with an Omega. You can go back to your room."Twilight swallowed hard
HOURS AGO... ERIC'S PLACEDespite her refusal, it all fell on deaf ears.But as she stepped into the apartment, Twilight's lips parted in awe.The apartment was spacious, large, and well-furnished. She knew Eric was rich since he was an Alpha, but she hadn’t expected this level of wealth.The space was huge, clean, and sparkling, with high ceilings and sleek modern décor. Expensive chandeliers hung above, casting a soft glow over the marble floors.Twilight swallowed, suddenly feeling out of place. “This… this is where you live?” she asked, glancing at Eric.He smirked, tossing his keys onto the glossy black countertop."Yeah," he replied."Alone?" She raised a brow."Yes, but I have a housekeeper who comes over every day. And then the security man. There are many rooms, Twilight, cleaned. You can take any one of your choice."Twilight hesitated, glancing around the almost too-perfect place. It smelled expensive.“I..." she cleared her throat. "I don’t know…” she murmured, shifting on