All Chapters of Feral Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NIKOLIAI don’t know why I cared. Claude wasn’t my responsibility. He wasn’t anything to me. But when he flinched yesterday—when I saw that flicker of fear in his eyes—I wanted to rip apart whoever put it there. I’d never felt this way before. Never. The partners in my life had always been transactional. I gave them what they wanted, took what I needed, and left it at that. No questions. No complications. No strings. Yet here I was, lying in bed, the early morning light bleeding through the curtains, thinking about him. His breathing filled the room—slow, steady, but not the kind of calm you’d expect from someone still asleep. “I know you’re awake, Claude.” My voice cut through the silence, and I heard the subtle shift of sheets as he tensed. I turned my head toward him, though the space between us still felt like miles. He didn’t answer. Just drew in a sharp breath. “You have an accent,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter than usual. “I noticed it yesterday whe

CLAUDE“NEW HERE?” The guy slid into the seat across from me like we’d been friends for years. His dark curls framed a mischievous grin, green eyes flashing with curiosity. He wasn’t collared, but the confidence in his posture gave him away—another pet. “What gave me away?” I muttered, leaning back, trying not to care. “The tension. It’s written all over you,” he said, smirking. “I’m Jace. Figured you could use a familiar face.” “Tate,” I replied, using the fake name and not offering more. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “This your first run?” I hesitated, glancing around and waiting for Nikolai who went to take something from our room. “Yeah.” Jace nodded, glancing around. “Not all bad. Two weeks, big payout, then freedom. But you don’t look like someone who needs it. So…what are you doing here?” His question hung in the air. I wasn’t here for money, no I came here because I thought Viktor was alive—even though I had seen him die— but now, now I was staying

CLAUDE I SHOULD’VE KNOWN better. Maybe I did. Maybe I just didn’t want to admit it. But thinking Nikolai wasn’t dangerous? Yeah, that was stupid. His words last night sent shivers down my spine—less like a warning, more like a threat. Still, I wasn’t a threat to him. Hell, I wasn’t a threat to anyone here. I didn’t belong here. And that wasn’t even my biggest problem. I was changing. The pills. If I’d had them, none of this would be happening. My body wouldn’t be rebelling, shedding the beta facade I’d spent so many years maintaining. But without them, I could feel my omega surfacing, clawing its way back to the forefront. And with that came the inevitable: heat. It was coming for me, and when it hit, there’d be no stopping it. Nikolai stood behind me, his presence commanding without even trying. His hands rested on my shoulders, firm with a light squeeze and his thumbs brushing over my collarbone. His gaze pierced through the mirror in front of us, pinning me in place."You

NIKOLAI“Jonny," I drawled, crossing one leg over the other as I lounged against the railing, a cigarette dangling from my fingers. I didn't look at him, not yet. Men like him were so fucking predictable. They couldn't stop themselves from spilling everything the second the tension hit and I knew it was coming sooner.He shuffled closer, fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed red like he was choking on his fear. He thrust a crumpled piece of paper at me, the coordinates scribbled in haste. “Here. These are the coordinates for your cargo. I didn’t sell them—not yet. The buyer was supposed to meet me here on this ship, but he couldn’t make it. When I dock in New York, that’s where the exchange was supposed to happen.”I took the paper from his trembling hands, my lips curling into a slow, menacing grin. “Khoroshiy mal'chik, Jonny,” I murmured, my voice mocking as I tapped his cheek with the back of my hand. He flinched, jerking away like I’d burned him. "Don't fucking touch me,"

NIKOLAICLAUDE’S BODY WAS like ice beneath my hands, his skin pale, his limbs limp. His bare feet shuffled against the carpeted hallway, and I cursed under my breath as I shrugged off my shirt and pulled it over his trembling frame—enough to cover his bits."Come on," I muttered, gripping his waist as I practically carried him down the corridor.We reached the door, and I swiped the key card. The lock beeped, the door clicked open, and I pushed us inside. Claude stumbled, collapsing onto the bed with a groan, his face twisting in discomfort as his hands clawed at his thighs. He shifted restlessly, his head slipping under the shirt, his fingers curling around his cock as he let out another broken moan.I crossed the room, grabbed his face, and forced his eyes open. They were glazed and dilated, his lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet them."You were drugged," I said, my tone flat, though anger burned hot in my chest.He groaned, his hand shooting out to grip the back of my neck