The class began as Professor Lucian continued from where the old lecturer had left off. His voice was thick yet smooth. Each time his gaze met Ethan's, Ethan quickly looked away.
Why did it affect him? Was it the same for everyone else? Ethan's eyes darted around the room. He noticed the girls were practically drooling over him, their faces lighting up whenever Professor Lucian's gaze fell in their direction. Ethan couldn't concentrate. He then decided to fix his eyes on his book. The class seemed to drag on, finally ending after an hour. Professor Lucian was good—smooth in his teaching, his accent impeccable. The girls clapped as he wrapped up his lecture, drawing out the list of names in the class. "Sarah Martin," he called out with ease, his voice filling the room. "Present, sir," a girl exclaimed excitedly from the back. "Is this some kind of freaking high school or something?" Ethan heard James mutter under his breath. Professor Lucian's piercing gaze snapped to James, and he immediately fell silent. For the first time, Ethan witnessed James being intimidated by someone. "Carl Martinez," the professor called next, and a guy responded from the back. Soon, it was Ethan's turn. "Ethan Wave." "Present, sir," Ethan replied, swallowing hard as their gazes locked. Chills prickled his skin. What was happening to him? "Freak," James whispered just loud enough for Ethan to hear. After class ended, Professor Lucian left the class while Ethan hastily packed his things, but James stepped in his path, a smirk on his lips. "Where are you going, Misfit? Let's have a chat," James taunted smugly. "Get out of my way," Ethan demanded. The anger of what James said to him earlier, still gnawed on his nerves. "Or what?" James challenged, his friends watching with eager anticipation. Ethan could feel the stares of the other students, enjoying the show. When Ethan didn’t respond, James shoved him in the chest. "Or what, Ethan?" He pushed him again, making Ethan lose his balance and fall, hitting his head on one of the desks. Pain shot through him as he groaned, reaching for his head only to see blood on his fingers. Ethan's eyes flashed with anger as James laughed. Hissing in fury, he charged at James and landed a heavy punch on his face. Blood spilled from James's lips like a fountain as he fell against the desk with a loud thud. A cry escaped him, and realization struck Ethan. He had just hit James—the son of the renowned CEO of Moore Corporation. The word "doomed" hardly captured his predicament. It was over. Mr. Moore would undoubtedly come after him. His education would be ruined, and all his efforts wasted. The other students were just as shocked as Ethan, including James's friends, who were momentarily distracted. Seizing the opportunity, Ethan dashed out of the classroom. "Asshole!" Thane shouted, trailing after him. Once outside, the chase began. Thane and Reed were hot on his heels. He ignored the ache on his body and focused more on escaping these guys. A dropout? He was considering that as the best option now. Ethan weaved through the crowd, the chase lasting several minutes before he finally lost them. He found a corner to hide and catch his breath. Tears pricked at his eyes. There's no way he'll be able to set foot into school ever again. ••• That night, Ethan settled down with the small dinner he had managed to prepare for himself, his heart still racing from the school encounter with James. What was he thinking hitting Jmaes like that. He deserves it. Yeah, but he still shouldn't have. They didn’t know where he lived, but he couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding growing within him. A knock sounded on his door, making him flinch. He stayed quiet, not expecting any visitors. The knock came again, louder this time. "Who's there?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Open the door, freak," came James's voice from the other side, causing Ethan to jump. They had found out where he lived? How? "Oh God," he muttered, fear etched on his face. "Open up, or I'm gonna break this door down!!" James yelled, punctuating his threat with a loud thud. It was clear he was furious. Unfortunately, the lock on Ethan's door was faulty. After several hard hits, the door smashed open. James and his friends stepped inside his room apartment, their eyes burning with rage. Ethan grabbed a frying pan in defense, his heart racing as he stared at them. James's eyes darted around, and Ethan noticed the bruise at the corner of James's lips—the one he had inflicted. "I knew your place would be as trashy as you are," James mocked, drawing something from beneath his shirt. A dagger. His friends did the same. Oh shit. Sweat beaded on Ethan's forehead as he took a step back. Ethan's throat dried, his mouth slightly parted, chest heaving as he struggled to control his breathing. His grip on the frying pan tightened, bracing for what was about to come. "You've got some nerve, Misfit. Not only did you insult me, but you also punched me in front of the entire fucking class!" James roared, kicking a chair before stepping forward. "Get out of my house, or I'll call the cops," Ethan's voice trembled. "The cops? Oh please, even if you do, they'll do nothing," James sneered, his expression transforming into one of bloodlust. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. There’s no holding back now." Thane and Reed charged at Ethan, who tried to defend himself with the frying pan but was no match for them. They brought him down to the floor. "Stop it! Ugh!!" They hit him several times, and Ethan curled into a ball. By the time they were finished, he was bleeding from multiple wounds, bruises marring his skin. His vision blurred as he fought to stay conscious. Was this how it was going to end? "Mom," he whispered, though no sound escaped his lips. It hurt everywhere. James let out a dark chuckle, crouching down to cradle Ethan's bloody face. "Now I'm going to savor your screams while I cut you piece by piece, Ethan. You don’t deserve to live." It was all over. This was how he was going to die. A painful smile spread across Ethan's face as despair washed over him. After all his struggles, he would end up killed in his own apartment. Just as James raised the knife, the lights flickered out. "What the hell?" Thane's voice echoed in the darkness. "Turn on the lights!" James demanded, his grip tightening around Ethan's neck. The air suddenly shifted, becoming cold and chilling, as if the room had been swallowed by an unnatural force, sending shivers down their spines. "Guys, do you feel that?" Reed asked, his eyes darting around in a panic. "Yeah," Thane whispered. "Turn on the damn lights!" James barked, but a low rumble echoed from the darkness. Thane quickly reached for his phone while Reed stared at a dark figure he had spotted. Silence. Then, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the corner of the room, cutting through the dark like twin orbs of fire. "What the—" Reed’s words were cut off. Ethan, confused by the unfolding events, felt James's hand leave his neck, followed by sounds that terrified him to the core. Screams. Pleas. Sickening cracks of bones. Growls and the sound of blood splattering. Some of it even reached Ethan's face. Ethan noticed the glowing eyes moving like a flash before everything fell silent. The eyes settled on him, drawing closer with heavy thuds, a clear sign of their approach. A terrifying monster was in his room. This had to be a nightmare, right? This couldn't be real. Just then, the light flickered back on for a brief moment, and Ethan caught a glimpse of the tall, imposing figure in his room. No way. Professor Lucian?Weak, lowly human... Not just a human, but a male. A fucking male, bullied by his own peers. He was full of shit.The moon goddess was certainly playing tricks on him.After centuries of searching, filled with the hope of finding his female mate—the one he desired above all—he ended up with a male.His beta had been right. He was cursed never to be happy. How could he have thought the moon goddess would forgive him after what he had done years ago?The heavens would torment him until the end of his immortal life. Why not just end him as punishment instead of tormenting him this way?Lucian eyes settled on the unconscious boy laying on his king sized bed. His body full of bruises, some old, some fresh. Just how weak his mate is?His dark eyes observed his face close. The boy's face was delicate, paled beneath the bruise and scratches that marred his skin. His breath were shallow, with each rise and fall if his chest reminding Lucian of how fragile he was.Lucian was twice his size—a f
Ethan dashed out of the tall building, his breath heavy and heart pounding like a caged animal desperate to escape. Those deep, golden-red eyes that glowed like lava would forever haunt his sanity.The sound of cracking bones, the screams, and the blood replayed in his mind. Though Professor Lucian had saved him, it still terrified him.A loud honk snapped him back to reality."Watch out, you fool!" the driver of the car that almost hit him yelled."Sorry," Ethan gasped, catching his breath as he continued running. He only stopped when he was far enough from the place.The area was well-developed, an estate with tall buildings that seemed to touch the sky, their architecture grand and imposing, reflecting power and wealth. The windows mirrored the hues of the setting sun.With directions and help from people he met along the way, Ethan found a nearby bank to withdraw some money to get home.An hour later, Ethan stood before his apartment. It hit him that Professor Lucian now knew wher
"Way too dangerous," he had said? Ethan mocked his pathetic life. His instincts screamed at him that he was insane, crazy, and utterly preposterous for being here—at the doorstep of Professor Lucian.This was the place he had fled in fear, yet here he was again. He pulled out his phone, staring at Professor Lucian's number, hesitating to call and announce his presence.If the man killed him tonight, would it make any difference? Besides, life was all about taking risks.Ethan wanted to run, to flee without looking back, but that wasn’t an option. His mother life was on the line. He had to save her."Yes?" Professor Lucian's deep, husky voice resonated on the other end of the line, sending a chill down Ethan's spine."I'm here," he announced, his voice barely a whisper. He could imagine the sly smile that Professor Lucian would surely have on his face right now."Get in."Ethan ended the call and took a deep breath, gathering what little courage he had left as he advanced toward the ex
"W-why would I do that?" Even with how terrifying Lucian looked at the moment, Ethan managed to question him. Despite trembling under his hold and sweating as if he were staring death in the face, he still found the courage to defy his order.If it had been someone else, Lucian would have snapped their neck and watched their blood drain from their body. Hell, he wanted to do just that, his fingers was hitching-- but not with Ethan."Would you like me to do it for you?" Lucian asked, his face still an inch away, his voice dripping with venom.Ethan swallowed hard. "Y... you’re—" he paused and cleared his dry throat. "You’re still holding my hands, sir."Lucian’s gaze shifted to Ethan’s trapped hands and then back to his face. He released him and waited for him to comply."Well... uh, Mr. Lucian..." Ethan began with a stutter. "Well, the thing is... I, uh... I’m not into men, and I..." That was all Ethan could say before he felt his feet leave the floor.The movement was too quick for h
"A male mate?" Eric turned to face Lucian, who stood by the window, staring blankly at the city below. "It's not so bad. It's not as if you haven't mounted a male before," he mumbled, sinking into the couch.Lucian glanced over his shoulder, his gaze icy. "I was in a rut... and clearly, he was a werewolf without a terrible personality.. like being a weak human."Eric reached for the glass of alcohol beside him and took a small sip. "Just accept it, Lucian. You've waited so long for this. It was a cursed bond, meant to either break you or fix you. Try to see the bright side..."Lucian shut his eyes at the foolish words of his closest friend, Alpha Eric—the only person who didn’t shrink in fear at the sight of him."Fix me?" Lucian let out a dark, ominous chuckle. "He was bullied, almost killed by his own peers. If I hadn't come to save him, he’d be dead. Fragile, forgetful, asks too many questions, and cries a lot. Do you think someone with that kind of personality could be my mate and
Ethan swallowed hard, his throat dry. He tried to find his words, but his voice refused to cooperate as Lucian's cold gaze pinned him. The man before him was beyond mad—he could feel it."I... I didn't mean to..." Ethan quickly stood and stammered, his heart pounding against his chest."Mean to what?" Lucian interrupted, his cold aura unyielding. "Did you think I'd let off the hook?""No... I was going to return your money. I'll work hard and give it back to you. But living with you, I... I can't do that," Ethan said quickly, panic bubbling in his chest."I don’t give a damn about what you can or cannot do?" Lucian raised a brow, his voice laced with irritation. "When I give you an order, you obey, little mate."Ethan's fists clenched, a pang of defiance sparking in his nerves. "You can't just expect me to jump at every one of your demands. I have my own life too... I appreciate your help, and I'm going to pay you back—"Lucian's brows furrowed.Ethan continued, "I'll work day and nig
"Hnngh... ngh."Ethan clenched the bed tighter, trying desperately to regain control of his body, but it was futile.What was he doing? This didn’t feel right. This sensation surging through him didn’t feel right.Every fiber of his being wanted to stop the man behind him, but his body betrayed him, shredding the last piece of pride he had left. He let the sensation build to its peak.A light gasp escaped his lips as his eyes caught sight of his hard, erect organ. How could this be?"Stop... hnngh..." He tried to struggle against Lucian's hold, but it was no use.The man's fingers continued to tease and poke his sensitivity inside, making him gasp for air. His moans filled the room as tears pricked the corners of his eyes."Pl...ease stop... we shouldn’t... urgh...""Your body says otherwise, Ethan," Lucian whispered into his ear, his warm breath brushing against Ethan’s skin.The sight of Ethan’s struggle excited Lucian beyond measure. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to t
"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
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