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 overthink it
The buzzing loud music was beginning to irritate Ethan’s ears, and the smoke in the air made his stomach churn slightly, making him nauseous.He didn't really like it here. He didn't belong. The people around him were way out of his league.His eyes swept across the room once again—women grinding against men, dancing to the wild rhythm of the music.Many had dark ink tattoos sprawled across their bodies, piercings adorning their faces. Some didn’t, but their clothes were far from decent.It was like stepping into a whole new world. Strange. Intriguing.It terrified him, but deep down, he wanted to stay a little longer.Besides, he couldn’t leave without seeing his new friend, Martin. That would upset him.Jericho approached a particular lady. She had short, dark red-dyed hair, and two rings on her lower lip that made her look even more attractive.She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her body, accentuating every curve. It barely covered her well-shaped, alluring backside.
As Lucian stepped in, the first scent he searched for was Ethan’s, but he couldn’t perceive it.He moved further into the apartment, but Ethan’s scent was nowhere to be found. His brow furrowed as the realization settled in—Ethan was not home.Butler Ben emerged from the kitchen, bowing slightly as he greeted him. “Welcome back, Master.”Lucian took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the anger slowly rising in his chest.8 p.m. Be home, or there will be consequences.The instruction had been simply short and clear. Yet his little mate refused to fucking listen. Was he simply trying to drive him to the edge? Did he crave another punishment?Lucian’s expression darkened.Butler Ben seemed to notice his unease and quickly spoke, his voice cautious. “Young Master mentioned he would be going out with a friend. He said he was sorry for not informing you before leaving and that he tried to reach you, but his calls weren’t going through, sir.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed. Friend? Ethan had
Ethan glanced down at the tiny glass, small enough to be emptied in one shot. The liquid inside was a deep amber color, swirling lazily under the dim lights of the club.Slowly, he took the glass from Charlie, biting down on his lip. She downed hers in one go, letting out a satisfied hum.“It’s got everything good,” she chuckled, her eyes bright and carefree.Maybe she was right—maybe he needed to loosen up. Just for tonight."Go on. Trust me you're going to like it," she assured.Ethan took a deep breath and tipped the glass back, swallowing the contents in one gulp. The moment the liquid hit his tongue, his eyes widened, his face contorting as he groaned, gripping the counter for support.Charlie burst into laughter at his reaction, her amusement ringing through the air.“Fuck! How do you guys enjoy this?” Ethan coughed, his throat burning as the liquid flow through. “God, it tastes awful! Oh, shit—my head’s already spinning…” He paused, clearing his throat as if it would ease the s
Ethan’s thoughts jumbled as he tried to process what the actual fuck was happening. But before he could make sense of it, Martin’s lips pressed further against his, and his grip on Ethan’s waist tightened—the impact a harsh reminder that this was real.Martin was kissing him.A rush of adrenaline kicked in. Ethan forced his hands to move, shoving Martin away and breaking free from his hold.His breath came in ragged gasps, eyes red with disbelief as anger surged in his chest.Why? Was this all part of some plan? But… this was insane. Martin, of all people?Ethan’s gaze darted to Charlie. She didn’t look surprised or upset that Martin had stolen him away from her grip.Her expression made it clear—she knew this was coming. It had all been planned. Had she purposely given him alcohol to make this happen? Was this an order from Martin?A storm of questions swirled in his mind.He turned back to Martin, who stood there smirking, clearly unbothered, clearly not regretting what he had just
Ethan's mouth opened, but words refused to come out. A different kind of fear settled in his bones. He hadn't expected Lucian to be here. Not now, not like this.Before he could react, a strong arm grabbed his shirt, yanking him up. Ethan stumbled but quickly steadied himself in Lucian’s grip.“Too many scents, little mate,” Lucian almost growled, his anger clear in his piercing gaze. “There are too many scents on you. I wonder who I should kill first.”Finally finding his voice, Ethan snapped back. “Is it a crime to go out with some friends?”“Friends?” Lucian scoffed, his grip still firm. “Oh yeah? And how’s it going with your friends, Ethan Wave? What’s with the tears on your face?”Lucian paused, his sharp eyes catching something at the corner of Ethan’s lips.Wait—was that… lipstick?Red.Lucian saw red.Ethan’s jaw clenched. Gathering his strength, he managed to pull himself free from Lucian's hold.“Stay away from me. You’re no different from them,” Ethan rasped, stepping back.
Ethan's eyes widened like that of the moon, his heart skipping a beat at Lucian sudden attack on the officers.That was the last thing he had expected Lucian to fucking do.“Cat got your tongue? Do not test my patience here” Lucian warned the offices, his voice dangerously low "A little bit more of pressure and your heads are going to go ka boom!…”“Sir!” Ethan quickly interfered and Lucian slowly glanced at him over his shoulder. “You need to stop. Stop hurting them”Lucian raised a brow. “And what make you think I will listen to you,” he returned his gaze to the officer. “Tell them to confess instead.”Ethan looked at the officers. “They can't. You are pinning and hurting their head to the wall. Even if they speak you can't hear them.”Lucian clicked his tongue. His little mate was kind of right. Reluncantly, Lucian loosen his grip, both officers had their head bleeding a little, fear swirling in their gaze.They both gasped, stood on their feet and immediately made a great mistake.
Hearing the name made Ethan almost choked on his saliva but he quickly composed himself. “What?”Martin smirked. “Come on, Ethan. You looked like you saw a ghost when he showed up that day. And he looked ready to rip my head off just for standing next to you.”Ethan face rurned a little paled as he halted his track, his heart racing. “That isn't what it looked like. I have no deal with him.”Martin stayed quiet for a moment making Ethan a little nervous. He doesn't want anyone to know anything about him and Lucian. Ever.He was going to take that secret to his grave. Beside, all of these was going to end in less than a month.Martin finally nodded. “Alright. I just hope you won't avoid me from now on. I have no bad intentions toward you, Ethan. If I did, I wouldn't have been trying this hard.”Ethan forced a smile and whispered, “I'm sorry.” Martin tapped his shoulder gently and they began to walk again. As they stepped into the class, eyes flicked to their direction.“Are they toget
Cole's lips parted, slowly taking the length into his mouth. Martin let out a low groan, feeling the silky warmth of Cole's tongue brushing his cock.Now that more like it.Cole moved his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth against the hard cock. The slow, deliberate slide of his tongue at the tip made Martin bite his lip.“Fuck yeah,” Martin groaned, gazing down at him, then threading his fingers into Cole's hair, guiding him with a steady firm grip.Cole moved, slowly increasing his pace, his tongue dancing along the sensitive tip. He shoved it deeper, letting it hit the back of his throat."Damn," a guttural groan escaped Martin's throat, pleasure building up within him.Martin wanted more. He wasn't seeing Cole, he seeing Ethan, just in between his legs and pleasuring him this way.Those addictive lips he had tasted back at the club, he imagined them around his hardness right now. He imagined Ethan's sexy gaze locked onto him.“Ethan,” he whispered his name before he could stop
“You'll rot here!”Yeah, he heard that, and now those words were finally sinking in.He knew what he did was impulsive and that he should have just kept it in, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to beg. They wouldn't just listen.Ethan sighed, lowered his head, staring at the floor and wondering how many hours he had spent confined in here.Footsteps echoed, approaching, followed by the clanking sounds of the cell door.Ethan looked up at the officer opening his cell.“Someone is here to pick you up.”Was it Lucian? Was he back?Ethan couldn't help but wonder as they led him through the corridor. However, a slight wave of disappointment washed over him as he sighted the person who had come to pick him up.It was Martin.Ethan scolded himself inwardly. Why in the world was he expecting Lucian to be here when the man was out of the country, doing whatever?“Hey, Ethan,” Martin walked past the officer to meet him. He noticed the slight red swell on Ethan’s face. “What happen
Handcuffed.Never had Ethan thought he would ever wear these. Never in his life did he imagine that one day he’d be this humiliated.He badly wished what was happening to him was a cruel nightmare—a nightmare he desperately wanted to wake up from.But it was real.At this moment, he stared down at his hands, cuffed like a criminal.It triggered a painful memory—a memory seared into his mind. He had just returned from school only to find several cops pinning his father to the floor. One had a gun to his head while others harshly restrained and chained him down.Murderer!“I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill anyone! This is a fucking mistake!” His father, Rowan, cried out while his mother, Yara, struggled helplessly against the officers blocking her path.“Father!” Ethan’s eyes welled up as the officers pressed his father’s head hard against the floor, ignoring his cries of pain.“You’re hurting him!” Ethan yelled, surging forward, but one of them shoved him aside. “He’s not like that! Let my
CLASS“Becca, are you okay?” Twilight asked, noticing her friend’s flushed face and clenched fists.Becca gritted her teeth. “That man is the devil, Twilight! He humiliated me!”Twilight raised a brow. “What happened?”Becca crossed her arms, inhaling a sharp breath. “I tried to… charm him, but he called Vice Chancellor Katherine on me. Can you believe that?”Twilight gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “Wait, what?! He actually called her?”“Yeah, and he didn’t even blink while doing it. Cold bastard!” Becca fumed.Twilight couldn’t help but laugh, though she tried to stifle it. “Well, what did you expect? He doesn’t seem like the type to fall for games like that.”"What's so funny!" Becca snapped at her with a scrowl and Twilight smile dropped. Determination flashed in Becca's eyes. "I’m not done with him yet.”Martin, overhearing their conversation, glanced at Ethan, who was still busy with his notes. He could tell Ethan was trying hard to distract himself and wasn't fully focused o
Ethan whimpered as pain struck his waist. It was dull yet sharp—a reminder of how rough Lucian had handled him last night.His legs felt weak, making him wonder what would have happened if Lucian hadn’t passed out. No, he didn’t want to think about it.He didn’t want to think about any of it.Chatter rose in the classroom. Ethan looked up, meeting Martin’s gaze as he stepped into the class. Martin’s brows knitted in confusion when he realized Ethan had changed his seat.Ethan averted his eyes, placing them on his notebook, guilt gnawing at him. Martin had apologized. Under normal circumstances, it would have been wrong to act this way, but the situation was different now. It was for Martin’s own good.Without a word, Martin sat in his usual seat—right beside Ethan’s old one.Twilight seized the opportunity, sitting next to him with a bright smile.“Hey, Mart,” she greeted him.Martin barely glanced at her before turning back to the board.“What happened between you and the loser?” she
The sun rose, peeking through the curtain, its golden hue settling on Lucian’s face, stirring him from his sleep.Slowly, his eyes fluttered open to a room he barely recognized. This wasn’t his room.Wait! He had slept?Lucian moved, but an arm draped around his torso stopped him. He glanced down, and another wave of shock hit him.Ethan? Why the fûck was Ethan here… with him… while he slept?His heart raced, and fear and concern clouded his mind.Lucian quickly removed the duvet covering Ethan, expecting to see blood or a splitted body. But instead, his eyes met Ethan's naked body, marred with red marks—ones he had inflicted last night out of desire.The boy was in one piece. That was… strange.Lucian could barely recall how he got there. He remembered shifting into his full Lycan form and running aimlessly in the woods. After that, he returned… and then the memories struck him.The way he had mounted Ethan, hard and wild, how Ethan had taken every brutal thrust… Lucian was shocked a
Thrust.It hurt.Thrust.It was so rough than the first time he was mounted. Pain and blur pleasure.Ethan gripped the sheets tight, his body jolting as Lucian slammed into him from behind, giving him no chance to breathe."Urgh… sir… go easy, please," Ethan rasped, shutting his eyes tight. It hurt because he wasn’t ready.m enough.But Lucian wasn’t listening. He didn’t seem to be in his right mind. His fangs were bared, and his glowing golden eyes said it all.It felt like Lucian was about to split him in half.In the darkness, Lucian’s eyes stayed bright gold. His incredibly built frame was on full display, muscles flexing as he held Ethan’s waist firmly, slamming his length in and out of him.For a brief moment, Lucian pulled out, and Ethan glanced back in confusion—only for Lucian to shove himself back in.Hard. Full. Deep.The sudden movement hit that sensitive spot inside him, and Ethan’s mind went wild.“Fuck!!!” Ethan cried out, his body shaking violently as a strange tingling