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
‘Lucian!’‘Please come back to me!’‘I’m sorry.’‘Come back!!’Lucian gasped awake on the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, eyes darting around.His room?Wait. How did he get here?His brows furrowed as he collected his memories. Right—Zeno took Ethan, and he had gone to save him, and...Lucian froze, his brows knitting further. He sat up immediately, eyes wide. He couldn't remember what happened next.‘Stay away!’Ethan's voice echoed. Lucian hissed as his head throbbed. Shit!Ethan had yelled at him. Rejected him. Had been scared of him, and he had...Why the fuck couldn’t he remember?!Lucian swung the sheet from his body, rose from the bed, and burst out of his room. Breath heavy, eyes darting frantically, he settled them on Butler Ben.“Ethan,” he breathed worriedly, approaching Ben. “Where is he?…”“Uh…” Before Ben could reply, another voice sounded.“Lucian?”Lucian’s head snapped around, sighting the person he was desper
"Let me out of here, bastard!" Ethan yelled at the men."Seriously, are you not going to gag him?" one of them spoke, staring at Ethan in disgust."Yeah... I better," the second said, eyes searching for a rope."He's going to kill you all, bastards!" Ethan yelled again.The one who seemed to be the boss of the men in the room chuckled.He stepped forward, dark eyes glittering with amusement as he crouched before Ethan and grabbed his jaw."Kill us?" he drawled mockingly. "That little professor of yours is probably dead by now. All we're waiting for is Zeno's call before we cut your guts open."Ethan jerked his face away, trying to mask his fear. He was terrified, but he didn’t want to give these men what they wanted.The man barked a short laugh. "Look at you, trying to act tough. No one is coming to save you, boy. Just say your last words instead."Could they be right?Is Lucian coming? Will he find him?Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped.A chill crept down their spines.
Martin gasped, hearing the gunshots, his head snapping toward the door.What the hell was that?Are they shooting Mr. Black? And if so… why did they have to shoot so many bullets to bring him down?What did you expect, Martin? Perhaps Mr. Black brought his men.But he had clearly heard Mr. Black came with just the man named Eric.A groan tore through his throat. He was gagged, hands tied behind him. Every part of him ached. He needed to get out of here and find Ethan before they hurt him.Once Zeno was done here, he planned to take Ethan's life—and he couldn't let that happen.“Shut the hell up!” the man watching him snapped, but Martin didn’t stop struggling against the rope, letting out muffled sounds.“Shut up!” the man yelled but clutched his ears as the gunshots sounded even louder.“Shit! Just how many men did Mr. Black bring?”A scream pierced the air the moment the gunshots stopped, followed by the sickening crack of bones and the tear of flesh…Then a guttural growl—one that
“But I want to help,” Xander insisted. “The tracker can…”“We know everything before you came. Even the location of where Ethan is,” Eric said, and Xander's face went pale. “Seriously? Why did you think it was easy for Martin to take Ethan?”Right. Xander had thought about that too. Mr. Black wouldn't let his security slip around Ethan after Mr. Moore's attack.Xander glanced at Lucian, who still hadn't spoken a word. This man was hella dangerous.“Your method was pretty cool but very old. I'm sure your father already suspected your movements and might have seen through Martin.” Eric continued. “Nice effort, kid.”“Ah,” Lucian let out a deep sigh. “I can't believe I lost the bet.” His eyes finally fluttered open.Then he rose to his feet, locking gaze with Xander. His piercing gaze made Xander wonder if this was truly the professor in their school.It was as though his menacing aura had just increased tenfold.He approached with light, steady, and deliberate steps. If Xander weren't
"Urgh! Let me out of here!”“Martin!”Martin's jaw clenched as Ethan's voice trailed behind him while he headed to the car with Zeno and a few men.He took a last glance at the restricted building in the middle of the woods before entering the car. Zeno had chosen this location so Ethan would be hard to find.It was several miles away from the city; barely a soul could be seen around here.After almost an hour of driving, Zeno spoke, breaking the silence in the car.“Where the hell is Xander?” he asked, while Martin kept his gaze on the passing view outside the car window.“I don't know,” he replied.“Ha… don't give me that kind of crappy answer. You expect me to believe you don't know where your bastard brother is?” Zeno barked out a soft laugh. “I thought you both were close; I guess that’s wrong. How could you not have told him you were about to betray your friend?”“Because you asked me not to tell anyone,” Martin's fists clenched. “And, point of correction… Ethan is not my friend
He didn't return last night.Ethan bit the inside of his cheek. Lucian wasn’t home.What could have kept him so busy that he didn’t show up? What could be the reason?Another woman?Ethan slammed his palm against his forehead. Don’t think like that, Ethan. You can’t be insecure. Lucian hasn’t been with any other woman ever since he met him.But why did he worry so much about him? It felt like he couldn’t breathe properly when Lucian wasn’t around for too long. It had been almost two days, and he was missing him.Could it be because Lucian was investigating his father’s case or it was simply due to his work?Ethan sighed. He asked himself too many questions. He should be more worried about the school that was about to kick him out.Ethan’s phone rang, and with a swift movement, he reached for it.The hospital?“Mr. Wave… your mother has gone into a critical state…”That was all Ethan allowed himself to hear before bolting out of the room, ignoring Butler Ben’s voice calling after him.
“Help who again?”Eric drew in a deep breath, fully aware that Lucian had heard him the first time but chose to pretend he hadn't. Classic Lucian.“Luther’s sons.”A laugh broke from Lucian’s throat—light and soft at first, then growing louder until it echoed through the four corners of the private club room.Eric waited patiently for him to finish. He knew it would be damn near impossible to convince this crazy male to help them—mostly because of Martin. Lycans don’t forget their enemies.They don’t forgive, and they sure as hell don’t forget. Once you’re on their blacklist, you stay there forever.Especially someone as crazy as his friend here.And when they finally strike, Lycans tend to wipe out every trace of their enemies—including their offspring.Mr. Moore wasn’t the only victim. The poor man lost everything in a blink, including his son. Now, it’s as if that fool never existed.Lycans do give warnings, though. Once, twice... and by the third time, the victim finds out what de
A ragged cough tore from his throat, his fist rising to his mouth. Yara gave him a worried look and pointed to the bottled water on the table beside him. Ethan reached for it and drank nearly half the contents. He cleared his throat and gave Yara a quick smile. “What kind of work did you do though? All these things are so expensive. How come he got them for me? I don’t think I can accept them. They’re all too much.” Ethan’s eyes darted. He needed to change the topic. “What kind of job do you do, Ethan?” “I…” Ethan paused. What could he say? Should he reveal everything from the start? How he met Lucian, his brutality, his true nature, the bond between them... Ethan realized so much had happened in such a short span of time. He couldn’t say it all—well, not yet. And he didn’t want to lie to his mother either. “Oh my!” Yara gasped, eyes wide. Ethan looked at her, confused. “Huh? Mom, what’s wrong?” “Don’t tell me you’re doing something illegal. Did you join some gangster sh*t?
The ward turned silent. Too silent—one could hear a pin drop. Ethan could hear his heartbeat racing—too hard, too fast—and he thought he might really faint right then, but that wasn’t his concern right now… What in the motherfûcking world had Lucian just spilled out? Lucian winked at him, and Ethan felt like gouging those eyes out—perhaps even cutting off his tongue too. “We’ll see again, Mrs. Wave,” Lucian inclined his head gently and began leaving. Then Yara’s laughter broke the silence, her eyes shut as she almost collapsed back on her bed. Lucian, who was about to touch the door, froze and glanced back at her.m, wondering why she suddenly find him funny. “Your boss is so funny.” Ethan, getting the hint that his mother hadn’t believed Lucian, quickly rushed to shove him out before he could say anything else. Yara blinked in confusion. Lucian, who staggered outside, shot a glare at Ethan as the door slid shut. “What the fuck…” “Shh!” Ethan quickly clamped his