Heart racing and pounding loud in his ear, chest heaving as he weaved his way around the people in his way. His eyes caught a basket of tomatoes, and effortlessly he jumped over it, hearing the owner yell after him."Stop!"Ethan glanced at the group of boys chasing after him. Are they not tired? He could barely feel his legs, his strength wearing thin as they had been chasing him for almost an hour.His fist clenched. He couldn't give up; he needed to lose them. If they got to him, it would be over. His rib still hurt, and the doctor had warned him he might have internal bleeding if the bullying didn’t stop. He couldn't afford to get hospitalized, not with so much else to worry about.He glanced back again, just to keep their distance in check, but found them gone. Had he lost them? He halted for a moment—they were nowhere in sight. Gripping his bag closer, he headed for the next corner but was welcomed by a punch to his face.Ethan fell, nose bleeding. His head spun as he hit the gr
"You're fired," Ethan's heart dropped to his feet as the cruel words sank in. He searched for a hint of compassion in the middle-aged man's face, but there was none. His boss looked at him with the same icy indifference he'd shown for the past few weeks."But... sir, I was at the hospital—""Singing the same song again about your sick mother?" His boss sneered, cutting him off. "I'm tired of being so considerate, boy, ignoring all your mistakes and taking your lame excuses." His voice was sharp, each word hitting Ethan like a physical blow. "You’re not the only one with problems. Get your priorities straight."Ethan's throat tightened. He had expected this—deep down, he knew it was coming—but hearing it out loud made his world crumble."I—" He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "I need this job... you don’t understand.""I don’t care what you need," the man spat, his face twisted in disdain. "This is a business, not a charity. Get out.""Sir... just one last chance, I p
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 imm
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
“You seriously think this will work?” Xander asked as they both sat in the café having lunch.“I don't know, Xander. We can only hope,” Martin replied, unsure of his words as well.“Yo! What's up, guys?” Jericho and the other boys came over to join them. Lately, Martin and Xander hadn’t been too active, and the others were getting worried.They had even canceled their upcoming show, and knowing how much these two loved dancing, the rest couldn’t help but try to figure out what was going on—until they got the gist. Mr. Luther was in town.Settling down with them, Jericho who didn't hesitate like the others broke the silence."I heard your father’s in town, Martin."Cole, on the other hand, simply stared at Martin with an unreadable expression.“Don’t worry about it,” Martin mumbled curtly.“Why did you cancel the dance show then? Is he still against it?”“I said don’t worry about it!” Martin snapped, making Jericho’s mouth snap shut. Martin stood up abruptly, the others' eyes following
“Pens up.”Mrs. Katherine’s voice resonated through the classroom. Most of the students groaned under their breath. It was the last exam, and it had been pretty tough for them.Very few were able to complete their work, including Ethan and Twilight.Becca sulked throughout. She no longer sat or spoke with Twilight and minded her own business.Martin, on the other hand, had changed seat and was awfully quiet the whole time. He and Ethan hadn’t exchanged a single word—not even once. But Ethan was still curious. Martin had mentioned him being in danger, and then the shooting incident happened.Even though Lucian refused to tell them who was behind it, Ethan couldn’t stop wondering.“Martin?” Ethan called in a whisper, careful not to let Katherine hear so she wouldn’t mistake it for cheating.Martin’s movement paused, and without a word or even a glance, he rose from his chair and walked over to Mrs. Katherine to submit his work.Ethan sighed. Martin must be really mad at him. Perhaps it
Moore clenched his phone tightly, his heart racing nonstop, lips quivering.“Mr. Black, let’s talk about—”Three beeps echoed in his ear, indicating the call had just been disconnected. Sweat beaded on Moore’s face, his eyes darted around the room as though searching for somewhere to hide… but there was nowhere.He was alone.And now, sooner or later, his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. The thought made his knees buckle. He felt stupid for ever playing with Lucian’s words.His son was dead. He couldn’t even grieve—he was next.His trembling fingers slid across his phone screen, dialing a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he yelled:“Fuck! Thank God you’re not dead. Prepare any possible way for me to leave this country right away. I don’t care how you do it, I need to leave now! I’ll pay you anything—just find me a way immediately!”The voice on the other end responded, “Sir, you could follow the goods you're about to ship to Korea. If it’s urgent.”Rig
Ethan was kneeling, his mouth wrapped around Lucian’s length.A low, guttural growl escaped Lucian’s throat. His hand threaded through Ethan’s wet hair as he locked eyes with the boy between his legs, his warm, wet mouth bobbing onto his cóck.Ethan had done it once—that day, he swore never to do it again—but here he was, doing it of his own free will.Oh Ethan… you’ve finally gone insane.Yeah. Insane for him. And that… strangely felt okay. Good, even.With that thought, Ethan rolled his tongue over the tip just to get a reaction. From the satisfying groan that followed, Ethan could tell it made Lucian feel incredibly good.Their gaze remained locked. Neither looked away.He did the act over and over again, skillfully playing with Lucian's tip with his tongue.“Fûck!” Lucian cursed loudly, his grip on Ethan’s wet hair tightening as he began to move, thrusting into Ethan’s mouth while biting his sexy lip.The choking sounds coming from Ethan's throat mingled with the sound of running
Twilight let out a cry as she climbed to her peak, Eric's fingers thrusting in and out of her wet core while his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.One hand still tangled in his dark silk hair, while the other held the sheet tight as her toes curled. She caught the sight of him, gazing up at her with those dark seducive eyes and she could swore it was the sexiest sight she had ever seen.Eric in between her legs... Oh Gawd.The heat coiled in her stomach, her mouth parting in a silent moan before the sensation exploded within her, making her collapse back onto the bed.Her breathing came in heavy bursts, chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Her eyes were shut, a hint of tears pricking the corners.Her heartbeat pounded so loudly she could’ve sworn Eric heard it.She felt a kiss on her jaw, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet Eric’s dreamy gaze. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. The sight was so sensual, Twilight had to bite her lip to
Twilight was drying her hair when Eric stepped in as well. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she immediately dropped the towel and approached.“Eric, how did it—”Eric grabbed her waist, slamming his lips against hers, shoving her words back into her throat with a hard, passionate kiss. Twilight melted in his arms, letting his warm tongue slide into her mouth.Her sweet moan echoed through the room, her hand sliding onto his neck, threading her fingers through his hair.He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her back met the wall with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat as her towel slipped down, pooling at her feet like a whisper.“Eric…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need, but he didn’t let her speak.His mouth was on hers again, harder this time—desperate. As if he needed to remind himself she was real. As if he’d lose his mind if he didn’t taste her right then and there.Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.
As soon as the sun rose, Eric headed to the cell. He spotted Lucian seated on the floor, his back resting against the wall, head lowered. He was quiet, but Eric knew he was awake.The clacking of the gate echoed in the space, and Eric walked in to help Lucian up to his feet. The male's heavy weight pressed on him.Eric caught a glimpse of a toy on the floor, covered in dirt. He reached for it too before helping Lucian out of the cell.After freshening him up, Eric helped Lucian into a comfortable dress and left him in the dining room, where breakfast and herbs were already prepared, just like every time. The herbs helped to restore his strength faster. Morgana had taught Eric how to prepare them.Eric watched as Lucian had the meal and herbs quietly. Judging from his mood, Eric could tell this episode had hit Lucian harder than the previous ones.He had heard the roars, cries, and words. He didn't sleep. He couldn't—not while his friend was suffering.But he heard something unexpected
The sky roared outside in the night, thunder cracking against the clouds, its roar echoing in the large room. On the king-sized bed was Ethan, curled on the soft mattress. His eyes opened, staring into space. He couldn't sleep. Not a single hint of darkness wanted to slip into his senses to do him a favor of pulling him out of his restless mind. Ethan stayed awake, but he was barely aware of his surroundings. The heavy thunder sounded distant, and the rain splattering against the window was quiet. His mind was disoriented. There was a heavy weight pressing against his chest, puncturing his heart. He was breathing, yet it felt as though he was not. Ethan rolled onto the other side, restless with only one name on his mind—Lucian. He hadn't been this worried and unsettled about this male before. Hell, he didn't know he was this attached to still be awake for this long, struggling on his bed and worried about him. He couldn't even eat the dinner the hotel service had brought for
CELLLucian's breath hitched as his head jerked up, sweat breaking across his temples. His chains rattled slightly with his strained movement.The cell was cold. Too cold. But his body burned.The past came rushing in like a wave.The scent of blood. The scream of the woman. His woman. His mate.Her blonde hair drenched in red, her lifeless body sprawled, throat gaping open. Her eyes wide… staring. Empty.“No…” Lucian growled lowly, but the images didn’t stop.Then the child. His son.Little fingers stretched out to him. Eyes that mirrored his own, wide in confusion. Crying for him.“Papa…”Lucian’s eyes burned.Just like every nightmare, their battered bodies stood right before him, calling and crying while he stood helplessly, driven to the brink of insanity.He struggled against the chains, muscles tightening, veins pulsing. He let out a low growl, one that echoed around the cell.“Don’t—don’t touch them!” his voice cracked as he shouted, though there was no one in the room.A laug