Ste-phen eventually stood and left.Upon reaching the mansion, he headed straight to his room, only to find the bed empty. With a small frown, he checked Mason’s room. Empty.“Young master left for school,” Butler Ben informed him.Ste-phen sighed.What’s with the rush? Can’t he just take a goddamn break?As he turned to leave Mason’s room, his eyes settled on a strange wristwatch case sitting on the bed.His brows knitted as he reached for it. Taking out the watch, he examined it closely. He recognized the brand.And there was no way in hell Mason could afford it.At first, he considered it might be a gift Mason wanted to give him, but… this watch was way too expensive.Thirty fucking grand.Which could only mean one thing.Someone had gifted Mason.Who?**********School.“Oh no,” Mason muttered under his breath, searching his bag over and over again. He crouched down at his desk, checking if he could catch any sight of it, only to get disappointed.It was Dexter's watch. The one he
______Ste-phen's Office“Who's Dexter?”Bella's smile slowly faded at Ste-phen's question. She had thought the man had finally taken an interest in her, but instead, his eyes were on a male watch, not even giving her a glance.“What? Is that why you called me here?” Bella asked, folding her arms.“I heard you know everything about the class, so tell me everything about the guy named Dexter.”Bella stepped forward, placing her hand on the desk before him. She leaned in, knowingly letting the sight of her cleavage come into view.“What is going to be my reward?” she asked.Ste-phen sighed, pulling out a paper. It was Bella's test sheet that had "FAILURE" written on it.“According to the Vice Chancellor, she wanted me to level up your mark. It turns out you are the daughter of Vince Hatter, the manager of the popular Black-made jewelry store, the most popular jewelry store in London. A rich family… huh?”Bella scoffed, her voice dropping into an irritated tone. “So what’s your point?”“
Ste-phen clicked his tongue. Damn it. He had thought Mason would lie to cover for Dexter, but he actually told the truth.Phew… no punishment. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that Mason had accepted the gift.“Dexter is your friend, right?” Ste-phen asked, his unreadable gaze locked onto Mason’s.“Yeah.” Mason nodded, shifting back to leave. “I better head back to class.”“And he kissed you that night.”Ste-phen’s words made Mason’s hand freeze mid-step. Oh no. He knew.“What do you mean…” Mason turned to look at Ste-phen, but the man was already standing in front of him, making him nearly flinch. Shit. I will never get used to this.“Is that what you call a friend? Someone who invited you to a party, made you drink, and then took advantage of you?” Ste-phen’s voice was low as he placed a hand on the wall behind Mason, trapping him. “Yet you call him a friend?”Panic rippled through Mason, his mind shutting down. “Yes,” he murmured.Ste-phen smirked. “Alright. How about you invi
*******Ste-phen was restless as well, regretting letting Mason slip from his grasp. He could have just taken him right there and shown him what it meant to be his, but he had been too angry, thinking about how Mason had dared to defend Dexter earlier.A friend?Ste-phen let out a low scoff, glancing down at his own throbbing dick, pressing hard against his trousers. Mason was just starting to experience his rut—one that was slowly developing. Ste-phen had noticed it the day he mounted Mason in his half-shifted form—the way Mason had met his brutal thrusts without fear--daring to scream for more.The memory was amusing. He imagined Mason begging him, and oh, he couldn’t wait. Mason would come back to him, right?Right?As time passed, Ste-phen grew impatient. Mason wasn’t coming. The rut was weak in him, not as intense as a normal one. Was his little mate planning to jerk off through it?Or worse—was Mason planning to let another guy mount him? Or maybe Mason would mount a girl to sat
*******SETH'S APARTMENT“Wow, he said that?” Seth gasped as he placed the meal he had made on the table for both of them.Ste-phen only scowled in response.“That’s quite a shock, actually. Perhaps you should start going easy on the boy. Remember, he’s human. Your possessiveness might begin to—”“Easy?” Ste-phen cut in, arms crossed over his broad chest. “How easy do you expect me to go? You, of all people, know I'm damn soft with Mason Allen.”Seth scratched his head with an awkward smile. Ste-phen was right… A mating bond for a Lycan came with intense possession. And for Mason as a human, not to have broken under Ste-phen's pressure until now meant Ste-phen was, in fact, soft with him.But still…Mason was just a boy, struggling to make a life for himself. Even though Seth didn’t know all the details, the kid looked like someone who had been through a lot.“Perhaps you should try tuning it down a little bit more,” Seth suggested.Ste-phen scoffed. “I thought you'd be a good help, b
___Ste-phen’s room.Mason was pinned to the bed, his chest pressing against the soft sheets. His hands were cuffed behind his back, his eyes blindfolded, and his mouth gagged. He couldn't see anything—only feel Ste-phen’s frame looming over him.Mason wanted to complain. He wouldn’t lie—he was scared as hell.It was indeed a punishment. He couldn’t touch or moan properly.Thrust.Mason muffled a cry against the bed as Ste-phen’s cock drove deep and hard into him. Pain shot through him.It was rough.Ste-phen pulled out, then plunged back in violently, without a trace of gentleness. Behind the blindfolds, Mason’s eyes squeezed shut, his toes curling as Ste-phen’s grip on his hips and hair tightened, holding him in place.He rammed into Mason, fucking him in a fast, hard pace. Within moments, Mason fell into the trance of ecstasy, drowning in the pit of pleasure.This was punishment—he was powerless to do a thing. It was cruel torture. But, strangely, it felt good.He must be insane.H
Twilight turned and headed toward the small building, but before she could reach it, the door creaked open, revealing her father stepping out.Twilight froze, locking eyes with the man. He looked slightly disheveled, and the stench of alcohol surrounded him."You’re back early," he said, eyeing her with a questioning look."I..." Twilight hesitated. "I lost my job."The confession hung in the air for a moment before Manson, her father, barked out a small laugh."You’re joking, right?" His voice was edged with venom. When Twilight didn’t reply, he stepped down from the threshold, approaching her with menace, while she kept her gaze lowered."How could you lose your job at a time like this? You have to be serious! The monthly pay is due soon. I’ve got budgets on the line, and now you’re telling me this?""Well, I can’t work there anymore. I’ll find another job.""Another job?" Manson scoffed. "Let me guess. That rich friend of yours, Bella—is she finally going to tell her father to give
“Because he's mine!”___The world around Mason literally froze. His breath seized as the echo of his own voice rang in his head. Realization hit him like a cold shock, his nerves turning ice-cold, eyes widening to their limit.He is mine.Oh, Mother of Christ! He did not just say that… How the fuck did those words spill out?Bella’s shocked expression said it all. He had said it. It wasn’t just in his head. In fact, he had yelled it."What the hell?" Bella muttered, her face paled.Mason staggered back and immediately bolted from the place, moving in a hurry until he found an empty corner. Finally, spotting one, he leaned against the wall, eyes still wide in disbelief as he slowly slid down into a crouch, his face pale."He is mine?" he mumbled, his brows furrowing in disbelief. How in the motherfucking world had those words slipped out all of a sudden?Even the anger he had felt when Bella spoke about Mason baffled him. And the worst part? He had actually meant every word when he bl
•••••••“Mason.” Yara’s voice snapped Mason back to earth.Mason, whose lips were parted in shock, shifted his gaze from Ste-phen to her.“Hey, Ma,” he chuckled awkwardly, glancing back at Ste-phen just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But the male was right there, lounging on the chair beside his mother with his arms folded across his chest.Again, he questioned himself.What in the world was Ste-phen doing here?“Are you planning to stay there and watch? Come on, sweetie.” Yara smiled so brightly it warmed Mason's heart.Mason stepped inside with the lunch he had bought for himself and his mother. Now it felt awkward. He wondered if Ste-phen might be hungry.Ah, right—Ste-phen doesn't like to eat outside.While Mason set the food before his mother, his heart raced in his chest as he could feel Ste-phen’s gaze on him the entire time.Ste-phen hadn't spoken a word.“Finally, Mason! I got to meet the one taking care of you—your boss. The one behind the sudden brightness in your ey
____“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,” Dexter replied, unsure of his words as well.“Yo! What's up, guys?” Jericho and the other boys came over to join them. Lately, Dexter 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, Dexter."Cole, on the other hand, simply stared at Dexter with an unreadable expression.“Don’t worry about it,” Dexter mumbled curtly.“Why did you cancel the dance show then? Is he still against it?”“I said don’t worry about it!” Dexter snapped, making Jericho’s mouth snap shut. Dexter stood up abruptly, the others' eyes foll
“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 Mason and Twilight.Bella sulked throughout. She no longer sat or spoke with Twilight and minded her own business.Dexter, on the other hand, had changed seats and was awfully quiet the whole time. He and Mason hadn’t exchanged a single word—not even once. But Mason was still curious. Dexter had mentioned him being in danger, and then the shooting incident happened.Even though Ste-phen refused to tell them who was behind it, Mason couldn’t stop wondering.“Dexter?” Mason called in a whisper, careful not to let Katherine hear so she wouldn’t mistake it for cheating.Dexter’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.Mason sighed. Dexter must be really mad at him. Perhaps
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 Ste-phen’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.”R
••••••••Twilight let out a cry as she climbed to her peak, Seth's fingers thrusting in and out of her wet core while his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.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 Seth heard it.She felt a kiss on her jaw, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet Seth’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 suppress a moan.“First time?” he asked softly, his eyes gentle—Twilight could see stars in them.“Mhm,” she nodded, and his brows arched.“Really?” He clearly hadn’t expected that answer. She nodded again, and something primal flickered in his eyes.Twilight might’ve gon
Twilight was drying her hair when Seth stepped in as well. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she immediately dropped the towel and approached.“Seth, how did it—”Seth 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.“Seth…” 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.
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 Mason, 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.He 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.Mason rolled onto the other side, restless with only one name on his mind—Ste-phen.He hadn't been this worried and unsettled about a man before. Hell, he didn't know he was this attached to still be awake for this long. He couldn't even eat the dinner the hotel service had brought for him.The meal was on his table. Untouched.Why was he shot?Who was after him?Is Ste-phen alright?That question—he
**********Seth’S APARTMENT Ste-phen instantly ripped off his clothes, revealing his hard-toned chest as he stepped into the cold cell. His breath came in ragged gasps. Fangs bared, his right hand bled from how tightly he had clenched his fist throughout the ride.Seth prepared the chains, immediately beginning to bind him.“Faster, Seth,” Ste-phen rasped.“Just keep your eyes open,” Seth said, hastening his movements.Ste-phen suddenly surged, his free hand almost slashing Seth’s face. Thanks to Seth’s speed and Ste-phen’s restraint, the blow missed—otherwise, it would have caused a deep wound.Seth grabbed the second hand and chained it as well before stepping back to lock Ste-phen inside. He took a deep breath, watching Ste-phen’s head slump forward, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm...Silence settled over the cell, and Seth’s heart shattered, wondering when this would finally end.He was about to hear the roars of pain, the struggles, and the writhing of his friend
Before the gunshot sounded, Mason suddenly felt a hard surface slam into him—no, it was a chest. The impact made the ice cream in his hand slip and sprawl onto the floor.It all happened so fast. Before Mason could even process it, the gunshot rang out, making him jerk violently, his eyes squeezing shut. But strong arms wrapped around him protectively, shielding him from the danger.With his heart racing, Mason slowly regained his senses. Screams erupted from the onlookers, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps as chaos filled the air.“Hey,” a deep, familiar, soothing voice broke through Mason's panic. “Are you alright?”Mason looked up slowly, meeting Ste-phen’s intense, worried gaze—a look he had never seen before.After winning that plush toy, Ste-phen had received a message from Seth. Twilight had mentioned that Zeno Luther was in town—and after Mason’s life.Ste-phen hadn’t wasted a second. He dashed out of the building. Upon spotting Mason, he noticed a red laser dot on hi