HOURS AGO... Seth'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 Seth 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 Seth.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
************Seth'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 Seth'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 Seth'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 Seth yet. "I'm actually no one. I just needed a place to stay, and Mr. Seth 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 s
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 male asked back in Rus
***********LONDONMason 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?” Mason 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 Ste-phen. He couldn’t have meant all that, right?Was he really falling for a cold, inhuman man like Ste-phen?“I’m definitely not,” he muttered. He would clear things up once Ste-phen was back—let him know he hadn’t meant a single word of what he said that night.Mason swallowed, his hand trailing to the left side of his chest. His heart was pounding, his breath slightly unsteady.He sighed, moving his hand fro
____Ste-phen stood there, stunned, as Mason 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 Ste-phen stirred, a primal part of him that had long been caged. The need to dominate, to possess, to claim. Yet, Mason had just flipped the dynamic, making it clear that he wouldn’t be another submissive plaything. He had challenged Ste-phen’s authority, dared to stand on equal ground.And damn it, that turned him on.Ste-phen’s lips curled into an amused smirk as he leaned against the wall, watching Mason 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
Dexter shook his head. "Father, don't bring anyone else into this. I'm the one who disobeyed… They're innocent."Zeno ignored him. "Mason Wave, though… he caught my attention the most. Turns out that feeble-looking boy is quite interesting. Not just some random college kid—he has ties to Mr. Black himself."Dexter averted his gaze."You know what’s between them, don’t you, Dexter?" Zeno asked.Dexter shifted his gaze even further away. "I don't… I don't have any idea."Zeno smirked coldly. "I guess Xander’s screams will make you confess."He turned and began walking in the same direction they had taken Xander."Father?" Dexter called, following toward the dreaded room.At Zeno’s signal, his men grabbed Dexter, holding him back."Don't hurt him! Fine, I'll tell you everything!" Dexter yelled.Zeno barely looked at him. "Lock him away."Then he stepped into the room. Just before the door shut, Dexter caught a glimpse of Xander—shirtless, tied to a chair."Xander! Father! Don't—!"Then c
My man.Fuck!If someone had told him he’d hear Mason say that—admitting that he was his—Ste-phen 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, Mason spun to face him—but Ste-phen immediately shot out his hand, grabbing Mason by the neck and pulling him closer.Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, Ste-phen’s eyes dark and filled with hunger.For those words.“Say it again,” Ste-phen demanded, his voice deep.Mason’s breath hitched. “What?”“That I’m yours.”Ste-phen smirked, and even though the aura he emitted would make anyone shrink back, Mason didn’t flinch.“You’re mine,” Mason replied.Ste-phen crashed his lips onto his, the kiss turning wild. Their lips burned against each other until they lost their breath. When they pulled away, Mason was gasping for air.“Mason…”“The match has started,” Mason cut in knowi
Mason sat with his face dripping with sweat. Here he was, thinking he’d have a bowl of popcorn and a soft drink with Ste-phen while enjoying the show.But everything was going differently. He was holding two popcorn and drinks alone, while watching his date in the ring smirking darkly at the terrifying men ready to attack.Mason sighed. This was one hell of a date.Why didn’t Seth choose a normal wrestling ground instead of a place like this?It felt illegal. No wonder they were asked to drop their phones before stepping in.Mason's heart almost skipped a beat as the men attacked.They all launched at once, sending hits from every angle, yet Ste-phen dodged them effortlessly.He seems to be enjoying himself, Mason thought, focusing on the excited smirk on Ste-phen’s face.However, for some reason, it didn’t feel as great as it should have for him.Ste-phen, on the other hand, noticed the look on Mason’s face. His hand swiftly blocked the next attack. His mate looks uncomfortable.Ste-
•••••••“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