✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I worked on the garden for what felt like hours, my hands buried in the dirt, the repetitive motions soothing in a way I hadn’t expected. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of soil and faintly blooming flowers, and for the first time in a long time, I felt grounded. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the garden, but I kept going, unwilling to return inside just yet.Percy returned a few minutes into my work—though not by choice. He had been caught attempting to scale the outer wall and was now being dragged back by an experienced wolf who hadn’t even bothered to shift back into human form. The massive beast had its sharp teeth clamped onto Percy’s shirt, dragging him across the ground with little effort, despite Percy’s grumbling protests.I couldn’t help it—I laughed. Hard.Percy shot me a glare, brushing dirt off his clothes the second he was released. “Glad you’re enjoying this,” he muttered, voice thick with irritatio
/The Past/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Divorces are not to be taken lightly. A child from a broken home can really be messed up depending on how the divorce goes-- those are the words from my therapist. When my parents split up I was only six years old. Dealing with the fight between my father and my mother. Which led to my father’s arrest, and his having to serve a sixteen-year sentence.I’m ten now. He’s still in jail- been there for four years now, and sure you can argue that I should hate him for strapping my unconscious mother to a chair in the house and setting it on fire. Only to call the police on himself when he realized I was upstairs sleeping. You can say all of those things, and I do hate him but he wasn’t a bad father. Just a crappy husband. In fact, he was a good husband until something changed.The divorce was hard on me, and mostly my mother. She had to recover and I had to testify against my father. Who swears when he gets
/The Present- Eleven Years Later/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Remember when I said this could all blow up in my mother’s face? Well, it did. Eight months after we had that conversation my mother did the unthinkable. She came home with a ring and told me the pack alpha was divorcing his sick wife to be with her. Um, the pack did not take that likely. The alpha can command all he wants but that never stopped the whole pack from spitting on her and calling her the devil.She cried through the wedding, and I wouldn’t speak to her. Till today, I don’t talk to her the way I used to. She threw away two families to marry a bastard and no one blames him for it. People have grown to like me. They think I’m funny, amazing, and a promising member of the Silverclaw Pack. Like they thought it was only a matter of time before I’d be kicked out.I’m currently the captain of the Silverclaw Storm. The football team of the pack, and going to the main private univers
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««Music thumping in my head is how I start and end my day, not the aggressive club music. This is a French ballad playlist. Instrumental only. It calms my rage and allows me to focus on my studies. I’m studying behavioral psychology, and it’s the second thing I love the most in the world. Outside of volleyball. This is my major here at the Silverclaw University.I’m deeply focused on my subjects, reading, and trying to prepare for an important test coming up in a week when my phone goes off. There are only two numbers that can go over my do not disturb. And that’s my best friend Zion, and the nurse in charge of my mother’s care.So I immediately think it’s the nurse. I told Zion I was studying for the whole day so I'm convinced he took that as a polite sign to leave me alone. I need to ace this test.But to my shock, it turns out to be him. I grabbed the phone, yawning as I answered.“Hey.”“Percy, what the hell did you do last night?” his voice i
»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««It’s been three weeks, and you want to know the bullshit I got for a crime I didn’t commit? Suspension. For six whole fucking months. The dean called me the next day after my phone call to my bastard father. They’re doing some investigation but the student body voted for me to be expelled because they’ve already demonized me without any conclusive proof. And it doesn’t help that I’d attacked one of Lucian’s friends one day before his attack.The school says they'll lift the suspension if I’m innocent, but if I’m guilty I’ll be expelled. Tried and sent to the Silverclaw penitentiary. I’m so pissed. I packed up my things and got in my car to make the four-hour drive back to my father’s house.I moved out of that place at eighteen, and I’ve been living between Zion’s home and the university dorm/the Moonhowlers fraternity. Paying for my college with my trust fund. It’s a fatty trust fund that I received at the age of eighteen. So even though it was
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Pain is the only thing I feel in my body the moment I wake up. I’ve been in pain for days. I’m trying to think positively, but I know the damage is irreversible. Sure I’ll heal but it’ll take years before I can ever play at the level I was once in. I can’t believe I was attacked so easily.I moved to sit up, my body aches badly. I need some of those strong pain medicines I was prescribed. It’s hard to move, but I manage to get my body to stay upright against the headboard. The pain is gradually increasing. That was when I noticed something. Sitting across from me on the chair by my desk is a face I never thought I’d see.Percy. His eyes are sharp, and they hold their signature hate in them. But this time he also looks amused.“Percy.” i rasp out, almost afraid he’s going to kick me when I’m already at my lowest.He raised one hand at me and wiggled his fingers. The room is quite large. There’s a great deal of space between m
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I can’t believe I have to cook for this bastard. I immediately called Zion. I’m a good cook, I know it. Everything I eat needs to be planned out because I’m an athlete. I don’t have a sweet tooth, and I despise having to cook for someone.I used to cook with my father, but that has sullied things for me. Now I have to prepare a meal for the jackass whose mother couldn’t keep her legs closed. Zion answered after the first ring, I placed him on speaker.“How’s the house arrest going?”“Does everyone know about it?”Zion doesn’t say anything, and soon the call goes from audio to video. I clicked accepted and hooked the phone up against the toaster on the counter. Then I grabbed some items. I know I have to cook, and feed Lucian. But god, I’m a fucking brilliant athlete. Why on earth have I been reduced to a servant?Zion stares at me, then he gives me a lopsided smile. His green eyes were a perfect contrast to his dark skin, it made him appear c
»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────── ««“Mister Whitmore, your mother is in her group therapy at the moment. Can I pass on a message?” the voice on the phone was Nurse Danbury. She’s my mother’s assigned nurse and a sort of second mom to me. I’m all for having people who hate Pauline.“No, don’t worry about it. Just tell her that I called, and I hope she’s okay.”Nurse Danbury was silent for a minute. She would usually tell me ‘okay,’ and then ask how I was doing but she didn’t this time. She stayed quiet for a few more moments, then she started speaking.“I saw you on the news. An attack on the Montague kid? I know you better than that, Percival. That boy would be deceased.”“You’re not wrong. I didn’t do it, but you know my father wouldn’t believe that. Pauline is his life.”“Yes indeed. Which brings me to the news I was dreading to tell you. Do you know the disease? That heart problem your mother had?”“Yeah, she’s still taking her medication, right?”The nurse sighed loudly. “No
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I worked on the garden for what felt like hours, my hands buried in the dirt, the repetitive motions soothing in a way I hadn’t expected. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of soil and faintly blooming flowers, and for the first time in a long time, I felt grounded. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the garden, but I kept going, unwilling to return inside just yet.Percy returned a few minutes into my work—though not by choice. He had been caught attempting to scale the outer wall and was now being dragged back by an experienced wolf who hadn’t even bothered to shift back into human form. The massive beast had its sharp teeth clamped onto Percy’s shirt, dragging him across the ground with little effort, despite Percy’s grumbling protests.I couldn’t help it—I laughed. Hard.Percy shot me a glare, brushing dirt off his clothes the second he was released. “Glad you’re enjoying this,” he muttered, voice thick with irritatio
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧After much thought, I decided that Percy wasn’t allowed to leave. I mean, I’ve known him long enough to know that the second he gets a chance to leave. That’ll be the last I see of him. So we’ll do it a different way. Although he argued, I was about to force the ankle bracelet back onto his leg. Let me tell you the bruise on my cheek was worth it. I had to take more than my usual medicine to make up for this. Having to pin him, and put that device back on him... was not easy. But nothing ever is. Nothing in this life is easy when Percival Whitmore is involved. I contacted my best friends using the laptop and told one of them to go to the area where i was attacked to search for the syringe that had been used on me. Then I sent the other to check if there’s been any information. And to grab some essential items and bring them to me tomorrow. In the meantime, Percy and I would have to spend another night alone. Which shouldn’t be an issue but knowing what we
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up to Percy watching me sleep. He was seated on the desk chair, one foot under his thigh while the other dangled on the floor. He was biting his fingernails, his eyes looking all over my face and body. It’s not a pretty sight. Percival looked outraged, and when I looked down I saw that his ankle bracelet was off. He was holding it in his free hand.“You’re up. That’s good.” The room looked to be in one piece, and so was I. I pulled myself up, making sure not to move my leg in the wrong way. I shuffled backward until my back touched the headboard. The room was chilling, the AC must have been cranked up to the top.“What’s wrong?”“My mother is missing. My father is up to something. And I think my mom is going to end up in jail. Everything is wrong, Lucian.” he hissed out my name. “And you want to know what’s the worst part? I actually feel bad for you,” he says, continuously biting at his fingers which were now bleeding. The fuck. I don’t think he’s n
»»─────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««With lucian asleep, it didn’t make any sense for the emergency button to be going off. That was on his wheelchair. I exited the room slowly, and went in search of the wheelchair. I found it in the bedroom on the floor below ours, there was a notebook on the area where the button was placed. That’s strange. Perhaps pauline moved it. But that doesn’t explain why it started buzzing after she’d left. Not even right away. I sighed, and picked the book off the button before rolling the chair back to the top floor and to the bedroom. I sat behind the desk, confused and as to how this had happened. Then i decided to let the thought go. I have better things to worry about. Turning on the computer, i checked on the software that pauline had that man install. There was a messenging app, and a face call app. Which is good, for lucian. I’m sticking to emailing Zion since i know pauline won’t be bothered to check in on what I’m doing. I went into the searc
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««I was down in the living room, actively trying not to be alone with Lucian while others were around. His check-up took almost an hour, and by the time everything was done and settled, Pauline came down with the doctor, and the man I think she hired to install some apps on that useless computer. She seemed to pause when she noticed me pacing. Did I look guilty? Can she see the unhealed bruises on my lips? It should have healed, it will heal in a few days. Lucian had been rough. Goodness. Did the doctor know?We’re disgusting. How could I have stained my skin with that of my enemy?“Percy,” she called out to me softly. I pulled my eyes from my clenched fist, looking at her and the two men behind her. The doctor narrowed his eyes, and I glared harshly at him. He immediately turned away.“What happened to your lips?”“Do you care?” I inquired, trying to dodge the question. “I’m just a bit confused.”I inhaled. “I haven’t spoken to my mother in a wh
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I’m not sure when I fell back asleep, but I woke up in a bit of an odd position. Percy must have rolled during the night. His head was on my stomach, and he had one leg thrown over mine. I tensed, knowing if I breathed a little too loud he’d wake up. I don’t need to be nice to him, I know that. And this isn’t kindness. If I panicked when I woke up, then I can only imagine how Percy would react. I don’t have it in me to fight with him. Give me a few hours and that flame will be lit back up. He gets on my nerves. I can’t stay calm forever. Not while he’s around. I shut my eyes and forced my heart to stay calm. I reminded myself of the things I needed to do once Percy woke. It shouldn’t be long now.And it wasn’t. Only mere seconds after that thought, Percival stirred. I could practically hear the devils shaking in their little hell. Nothing can raise my blood pressure more than this jerk. He lets out a tiny groan, probably noticing where he’d been resting hi
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling both physically and emotionally drained. My skin felt cold, and I immediately regretted not taking a warmer bath before crawling into bed. My leg and arm ached faintly, the lingering reminder of the events from the night before. And that my injuries were still prominent. I shifted under the blanket, the pain growing sharper with every move, each twinge pulling me back into the memory I was trying to bury.We’d gone to bed early, far earlier than usual. The sun hadn’t even set yet. Maybe it was an attempt to sleep off the shame of what we’d done—or to escape the creeping silence that made it impossible to think without spiraling. But no amount of rest could make it go away.I feel like clawing my eyes out. What in the fuck was that?Percy was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He’d actually fallen asleep this time, for once without staying up silently like he was going to hit me if I moved wrongl
»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────««What am I doing? I don’t know. I really don’t. I know only that Lucian is biting my lips, his tongue is moving along mine, he's creating marks on my hips, and rubbing our clothed cocks together is providing an ineresting feeling. I don’t let desires control me, i have no clue why I’m even letting my body win over my thoughts. To be fair, i wasn’t the one who started it this time. I don’t even get how this started. I was trying to help lucian to the bedroom. Then somehow we fell. And then we were grinding, kissing, scratching each other like we were insatiable. We were so into it, moaning into each others mouths, rutting, getting close to that orgasm. I’ve never felt any of those things. Desire, had my cock this hard i felt like it might burst, everything i feel right now is new. I don’t jerk off. I’ve just never been the type. So why the hell am i allowing this dumbass to bring out my body’s hidden desires?Because the alcohol has numbed my judg
✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Falling on Percy should’ve hurt, but the alcohol had numbed most of the pain radiating from my injured leg. Tomorrow, I’d probably regret every bit of this, but right now, my focus wasn’t on the ache—it was on Percy, sprawled beneath me, unmoving. His chest rose and fell steadily, the rhythm of his heart filling the silence between us.I hovered above him, staring down into his disheveled form. I didn’t feel drunk—though I knew I was. Sober me would’ve hesitated, would’ve second-guessed the impulse. But the alcohol blurred the lines, and silenced the inner voice screaming at me to stop.I leaned down and kissed him.I expected resistance, a shove, or some sharp remark, but instead, Percy responded. His lips parted, accepting me. The shock of it sparked something feral in me. Carefully, I shifted my weight, trying not to aggravate my leg, but my need for him eclipsed the pain. I gripped his waist and rolled onto my back, dragging him with me.This position fel