Fangs And Desires

Zeil couldn’t sleep just like every other night before. Instead he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling like it might give him answers. But of course, it didn’t. Just silence. “Kael”. Just thinking the name made Zeil’s stomach twist. His jaw tightened as heat built under his skin. The air in his room felt heavy and suffocating, like it was trying to choke him. Ever since Kael appeared, breathing felt harder. His thoughts were all over the place, but at the center of it all was the rogue. His new bodyguard. “Bodyguard? Really?” he muttered, then shouted, “To hell with you all!” His voice echoed faintly through the room. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping it tight. A rogue. Now assigned to him. He scoffed and rolled to his side, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. “Stupid. So stupid.” He pulled the blanket over himself, then kicked it off a second later. Comfort had left the room completely. “Why me?” he whispered. “Why this life? Why all the lies? Wh

Zeil was trembling from the heat that was building up from inside him, even though he tried to mask it but it was becoming unbearable. Still standing there, breath stuck in his throat, chest rising and falling too fast. His back pressed against the wall, his whole body burning from the inside out.Kael didn’t move, his eyes were still on Zeil’s. There was no warmth in them and that's what excites Zeil’s wolf the most.‘Touch us’ His wolf purred, anticipating every kael’s eye and breath movement. And when their faces looked like they were going to kiss, Kael turned away.Just like that.Zeil watched him pick his shirt off the floor and sling it over his shoulder. His back was broad, carved with scars that told stories no one ever asked to hear. His shoulders moved like a caged beast shaking off its chains.At the door, Kael paused."Be warned," he said, his voice was calm this time without the roughness around the edge. "I’m not your regular pushover."Then he left, the door closed beh

Kael walked into the room, a bit shocked.But like always, his face didn’t show it.He paused at the doorway, cold eyes sweeping the space that reeked of heat and desperation. Then his gaze landed on Zeil who was on the floor, half-curled, clothes clinging to flushed skin, hands pressed between trembling thighs.It didn’t take a genius to know what this was but Keal remained expressionless. Kael’s eyes didn’t soften. He leaned on one foot and let out a slow whistle, dry and empty. “Oh wow,” he said sarcastically. “Here goes the almighty Alpha. Wanking and touching himself in his room”.Zeil froze.Still in shock. Still trembling.His wolf whimpered inside, confused, humiliated, desperate. His eyes locked on Kael, wide and filled with fear not the kind that begged for safety, but the kind that begged for secrecy.Kael took another step in.Zeil’s hand remained in place, cupping himself in shame, trying to hold back the scent that filled the entire room. The sharp tang of suppressed he

Zeil walked ahead, slow steps, heavy with thought. His eyes didn’t really see the path, they were too busy looking backward, back into the moments that nearly ended him. The wounds on his body were already healing, but the ones inside him were far from gone. Every step towards the Velmor's compound felt like a return to that moment, knees on the ground, breath caught in fear, heart racing like he was prey instead of predator.Behind him, Keal was picking up small stones from the path, tossing them one by one without care. His long thin stick, the one with two dried leaves at the bottom, hung from his lips like always. The silence between them was thick, almost like a wall but Keal, being Keal, had to punch through it.“Well,” Keal said with a crooked smile, tossing another stone into the bush, “who would’ve guessed our Young Lord Alpha would drop to his knees, shaking like a pup caught stealing meat under moonlight?”The words sliced Zail like claws. His fists clenched so tightly his

It wasn’t Kael. Zeil thought it was him at first, feeling the presence as it washed over him. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Keal standing there His heartbeat said it was Kael. But when his eyes opened and adjusted to the shadows in the room. It wasn’t. It was his father. The Lord Alpha stood by the window, arms behind his back, posture sharp like a blade waiting to strike. Moonlight spilled in faintly, brushing over the edges of his face. He wasn’t looking at Zeil, but it didn’t matter. His presence filled the room like a storm cloud. Zeil jumped to his feet so fast, his body forgot how sore it was. He nearly tripped. “Father,” he said, breath hitching, “blessed moon,I didn’t notice… I didn’t know you were here.” He bowed quickly, head low. “Good evening, Father.” The Lord Alpha turned his head slightly, only just. “I noticed a shift,” he said in a calm, deep voice. “The moment you walked into the council hall.” Zeil’s mouth went dry. “Are the pills still e