KILLAN “Did you do this deliberately? Drag him here like a little prey begging to be spanked?” I crossed my arm, back leaning on the wall as I gazed at Bernard. He exhaled out loud, his fingers tightly wrapped around an antique vase. “You told me the seer had told you about having sixty days left.” His voice dropped lower. “Shouldn't you spend those days with someone you trust?” “Fifty eight days to be exact.” There was a bite to my voice as I recalled the bitch’s words. “I might be putting him in danger Bernard, you really don't understand.” “You're the Alpha, you're strong enough to protect him.” “I know, but—”“Alpha Alex, I think you deserve to be happy. You should be.” “We both know that happiness is just an illusion. It never lasts.” Bernard exhaled again.This time, he placed the vase on a small coffee table. His palm hovered over my shoulder blade before he slowly placed his palm on it. “Enjoy the tiny bit of happiness you have, and even though it doesn't last, you liv
ETHAN I woke up with a slight groan, sunlight bleeding through my lacy curtains. My whole body was so sore, it felt like I was run down by a truck. I didn't even remember how I got home last night. My pale green hoodie and black slacks framed my body, but I felt naked, revealed, violated. While I trailed my fingers over my lips, I could still taste him.Hear him. Feel his fingers dragging fire across my scalp. Fuck it. I peeled off the hoodie from my body, tossed the slacks away and stepped into the bathroom to have a shower. I avoided the mirrors.I didn't want to see the marks Killan gave me because I didn't want to accept the truth—that he was right. That I craved him as much as he craved me. That I couldn't get enough of his enormous cock buried in my mouth. Stepping out of the shower, I realized my phone kept buzzing. I didn't have to check to know who it was. Liam. He'd call that way each time I was close to missing an extremely important lecture. Professor Meadow's. St
KILLANLast night, I allowed him to take over—Rhydian. The beast that lurked beneath the surface. The other part of me I tried to hide from him. It was chaotic. Pleasurable. Tempting. The control I'd always craved for, I felt it slipping through like my cum. I could barely hold it in, could barely keep it together. Sinking my back into my black couch, I surfed the internet, eyes feeding on the news I'd missed out on. Images of my brother, some tweets about my mother, and the pack—but a particular video caught my attention. A blue haired dick had a large grin plastered on his lips. One I badly wanted to rip off. Ethan sat there, cheeks flushed, his transparent tee dripping with brown coffee. He tried to avoid the camera, but a few students surrounded him, calling him all sorts of names, and when my eyes trailed towards the caption, my blood ran cold. ‘Golden boy is actually an old man's fuck toy.’ Hours ago, I'd asked Bernard to take Ethan home because I didn't want him to fre
ETHAN ~The rain smelled like regret, but I still stopped for him. That was my first mistake~ My life had always been shitty. I left my girlfriend's apartment after getting the shock of my whole life. I found Alicia riding my bestfriend, moaning out loudly as she yelled his name. I felt a pang of pain in my chest. Even now, it felt suffocating to accept the betrayal. I never made her moan like that. Never enjoyed being with her. Because deep down, I never wanted her at all. I tried so hard to blend with the public, to act normal, but nothing was working. I was different. And maybe it was high time I started accepting the fact that I'd never want to be with girls. The sky released the rain like it'd been holding back it's tears for a very long time. Drip. Drip. Drip. With each step I took, the constant sound kept ringing in my ears, my shoes drenched with water. My rent was almost due. My landlord was literally on my neck, but here I was, walking on the street
ETHAN ~Some actions could change your whole life, but I didn't know if mine was for the better~ I panicked. With this grown up man licking my cheeks, adrenaline shot through my system. Pushing him off me, I grabbed a small vase resting my the side of my bed and pointed at it. “Come close to me once more and you'll get it.” Patiently, I watched the young man, expecting him to snap out of it and start blurting out whatever the shit just occured, but he just stared back at me. He didn't flinch, didn't try to cover up his naked self, he just gazed at me with innocent curiosity. “Master.” He repeated again, his voice hoarse and oddly submissive. I'd pretended not to hear it earlier, but right now, I couldn't take it anymore. Dropping the vase with a sharp sound, I turned to him. “Don't fucking call me that.” “Master.” He repeated again—I had to wonder if that was the only word he knew. I shook my head and took a step towards him. “I. Said. Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That.” T
ETHAN ~Some actions could never be undone, mine bounded me to the devil himself~ I didn't't know how I was able to bear Killan's presence for the whole day, but the next morning, I woke up to the smell of something burning. My stomach dropped. I tossed my comforter off my body and hastily ran towards the kitchen. I'd asked Killan to sleep in the living room, and I strictly told him to touch nothing. Why was the whole space smelling like my apartment was on fire? Upon getting to my small kitchen, I was stunned to find him staring at the flaming remains of a pancake. He was clothed. He kept to his promise. But what the heck was he doing in my kitchen?! He slowly turned to face me, his signature smile plastered on his lips. “I made breakfast.” “Breakfast?” I groaned, taking a step towards the flaming pancakes. “You're setting my kitchen on fire.” I pointed out, pushing him aside as I got to work. He'd said he made breakfast, but everything was burnt. Not a single p
ETHAN ~Some boundaries are made to be broken, I just didn't know mine would be the first to fall~I woke up in Killan's arms, but he was wrapped around me like a blanket, his breath warm against my neck. The fact his arms felt like home made me feel strange, uncomfortable—such a shitty feeling I needed to trash. I tried to push Killan off my body, but he was ridiculously strong even while asleep. He was so heavy, I feared he'd crush me with his body. “Killan.” I snapped, pushing his arm off my waist. “Killan, let go!” Killan made small noises and snuggled even closer. I was so pissed, I wanted to rush out and scream. I was completely frustrated. Killan would definitely be the death of me. After what seemed like hours, Killan finally let go, but I was glaring hard at him as he blinked at me innocently. He always acted innocent regardless of whatever he did. If he was an actor, he'd definitely get an Oscar for this performance. Bravo. I almost felt like clapping m
ETHAN~Some desires could be ignored, I just didn't know his wouldn't be one of them~ “Killan.” I called out, tapping him uneasily, but his blue eyes flickered between its usual shade and a darker shade. It was almost like something I couldn't believe. Something deep down told me to bolt out of here, or perhaps use his weakness as an opportunity to drag him out of my home, but not like this. I wasn't going to be a coward. I wasn't going to throw him out when he could barely hold himself up. “Killan.” I called out again, slightly worried, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his long sharp nails tracing over my skin. It was sharp enough to cut, but I knew Killan was still in control. His breathing was ragged, strained, his fingers clenched as he whispered. “I don't want to h..urt you.” he stuttered, like he was fighting something on the inside. It was strange how I didn't want to see him this way. I preferred hearing him yell “Master” than squeeze his face in pain. “Kill
KILLANLast night, I allowed him to take over—Rhydian. The beast that lurked beneath the surface. The other part of me I tried to hide from him. It was chaotic. Pleasurable. Tempting. The control I'd always craved for, I felt it slipping through like my cum. I could barely hold it in, could barely keep it together. Sinking my back into my black couch, I surfed the internet, eyes feeding on the news I'd missed out on. Images of my brother, some tweets about my mother, and the pack—but a particular video caught my attention. A blue haired dick had a large grin plastered on his lips. One I badly wanted to rip off. Ethan sat there, cheeks flushed, his transparent tee dripping with brown coffee. He tried to avoid the camera, but a few students surrounded him, calling him all sorts of names, and when my eyes trailed towards the caption, my blood ran cold. ‘Golden boy is actually an old man's fuck toy.’ Hours ago, I'd asked Bernard to take Ethan home because I didn't want him to fre
ETHAN I woke up with a slight groan, sunlight bleeding through my lacy curtains. My whole body was so sore, it felt like I was run down by a truck. I didn't even remember how I got home last night. My pale green hoodie and black slacks framed my body, but I felt naked, revealed, violated. While I trailed my fingers over my lips, I could still taste him.Hear him. Feel his fingers dragging fire across my scalp. Fuck it. I peeled off the hoodie from my body, tossed the slacks away and stepped into the bathroom to have a shower. I avoided the mirrors.I didn't want to see the marks Killan gave me because I didn't want to accept the truth—that he was right. That I craved him as much as he craved me. That I couldn't get enough of his enormous cock buried in my mouth. Stepping out of the shower, I realized my phone kept buzzing. I didn't have to check to know who it was. Liam. He'd call that way each time I was close to missing an extremely important lecture. Professor Meadow's. St
KILLAN “Did you do this deliberately? Drag him here like a little prey begging to be spanked?” I crossed my arm, back leaning on the wall as I gazed at Bernard. He exhaled out loud, his fingers tightly wrapped around an antique vase. “You told me the seer had told you about having sixty days left.” His voice dropped lower. “Shouldn't you spend those days with someone you trust?” “Fifty eight days to be exact.” There was a bite to my voice as I recalled the bitch’s words. “I might be putting him in danger Bernard, you really don't understand.” “You're the Alpha, you're strong enough to protect him.” “I know, but—”“Alpha Alex, I think you deserve to be happy. You should be.” “We both know that happiness is just an illusion. It never lasts.” Bernard exhaled again.This time, he placed the vase on a small coffee table. His palm hovered over my shoulder blade before he slowly placed his palm on it. “Enjoy the tiny bit of happiness you have, and even though it doesn't last, you liv
ETHAN“You made the right decision, Ethan.” Liam's all knowing voice made me clench my fists. Tightening my grip on my phone, I inhaled a deep breath. “If I made the right decision, I need to understand why it hurts so much, you know? I can barely sleep without anticipating his return. It's….eating me up.” “Then do something else.” Liam suggested. He wasn't my best pal, but I'd told him everything between Killan and I. Our first meeting, our last meeting, the chaotic kisses that tied our hearts together. Everything apart from the dog part. Cleaning up the last table, I exhaled out loud. “Something else like what?” “Look, Ethan.” He paused, clearing his throat. “It's still a bit hard for me to process the fact that you're gay, but—” “I am bisexual.” I argued. “Yeah, tell that to my stomach. You can't kiss a girl for ten minutes straight without getting the urge to puke.” “That's so not true.” I laughed, setting the wipe in the trash can. “I..it's difficult to explain.” “Which
KILLANSilence—that was all I could hear. But the silence wasn't deafening, it was suffocating, a deep tug that kept reminding me of Ethan's absence. The last time we met was a few days ago, but I could still taste his lips on mine, feel the flavor, the sweetness, the overwhelming feeling it brought to my chest. Two days ago, I visited a bar. I fucked a blonde’s lips to exhaustion, made her throat ache and her eyes teary, but I kept seeing Ethan. A day before yesterday, I skipped school and went bowling. I won with each shot, it made it boring for me—the fact that I never lost—and what made it even worse was the fact that I tapped a stranger's shoulder because he had the same hair color as Ethan. Last night, it was a tug of war. I'd gotten his number—stolen it—by hacking Liam's phone, but I couldn't bring myself to type a single message. I'd type, erase, type. The never ending cycle made me punch the walls again and I ended up with a split, unhealed knuckle. Right now, I was sp
~He stormed out of my life like he always did, but this time, it might be the end~ETHANThe night was still, the rain tapping lightly against the window as I prepared for bed, completely exhausted from avoiding Killan. Earlier today, while he'd showed up at St Travis’ restaurant, he nearly sucked my breath from my lungs. With how dangerously seductive he looked, I wanted him to push me against some wall and fuck my lips with his tongue. But I couldn't keep on holding onto someone who refused to open up. I couldn't stay when we were walls apart. Just as I was about to settle into my bed, there was a knock on my door. Without glancing at the cameras, I already knew who it was. My heart picked up its pace, a sudden dizziness washing over me. I wanted to ignore him, leave him out there—in the rain—and force myself to sleep, but my body betrayed me. It always did whenever it came to him. Stumbling towards the entrance in my navy blue pajamas, I pulled the door open, meeting his dar
KILLAN I'd always loved punching. The idea of zeroing my mind on a dummy was a relaxation scheme. My relaxation scheme. My father had always said “the most important thing in our world is power, without it you'll be a pawn.” And this was the reason for my obsession. He drilled it into me like a daily mantra, sealed off every other thing—emotions, love, a sense of duty—and all that was left was a deep infatuation for power. I'd always loved control. But Ethan turned on my emotions like a switch. He turned them on and turned them off, showing me that the goddamned power and control that was driving me nuts? I didn't own them. Not when it came to my heart. It was why I couldn't stop punching this dummy. As I punched it, I was supposed to feel relaxed, to forget Ethan, to forget he existed in my world; but I only felt rage, anger, a deep infatuation to be punching an actual person instead. He'd told me to ‘stay the fuck away’ Ethan looked me in the eye and fucking
ETHAN ~I’d told him I didn't need his help, but I'd cut my chest open just to feel his warmth against my skin~“Killan hasn't been home for a few days and it sucks.” I bit into the hamburger I got from the kitchen. Seated across my lanky friend, Liam, I watched as his lips curled into a creepy smile. “You miss him, don't you?” Badly. My body craved his warmth, his lips, his touch, but he wasn't ready to open up to me. Taking another large bite of the hamburger, I slumped into my seat, letting out a soft moan. “I don't.” I denied, “my home is just…..” “Empty.” Liam cut in, crossing his arm over his ‘Fuck off, losers’ T-shirt. “Your house has always been empty, Ethan.” He said as a matter of fact, “I think it's high time you forget about him. He doesn't need you anymore.” He doesn't need me anymore? A sharp pain in my throat made it hard for me to breathe. Liam leaned closer, his ginger hair scattered all over his forehead, the root a bit darker. “He's the school's king now, the
KILLANI still saw my blood—soaked in a white tee, dripping from a large wound over my forehead, trailing down my brows until I was a bloody mess. The loud screech of the tires still rang in my ears day and night. It was a repeat of the never ending pain that sucked all air from my lungs, made me helpless, weak. That goddamned accident that changed everything. That goddamned accident that made me meet him—Ethan. Only two things mattered in my life. Control and power. With these two things, I could control the world, bend everyone to my will, make them bow to their knees at the sound of my voice. But it was different with him. He was slowly slipping into my cracks, invading my thoughts like he owned everything in there. He was making me lose one thing I valued more than my whole life—control. What I felt for him, I couldn't explain. It wasn't just attraction, it was a burn in my whole being, a sick obsession to claim him each time I set my eyes on him. Pin him against the wall, p