A beginning of something new. Our Killan is down, guys.
ETHANLove is beautiful, they always say. But to me, it was poison, a sick feeling that messes with your feelings, drives you to the brink of insanity and leaves you feeling worthless. I lost count of time, it practically lost its essence when I had no more reason to live—to survive. I couldn't explain how I managed to live past the heartache I felt each morning, but I kept reminding myself he'd be back. I'd visited the penthouse a few more times—I wasn't allowed in. I called Bernard countless times, sent dozens of messages, still no reply.Getting off the couch I'd been sleeping on for days, I clumsily grabbed my phone under the pillows. My apartment was a mess. My clothes were due for laundry, the dishes were piled up in the kitchen, and I couldn't remember the last time I touched a healthy meal. I'd been surviving on junk. For the first time in days, I finally opened Jaz’s text and missed calls. I didn't bother to read the dozens of messages lined up after another, I only rep
KILLAN Flashback “Alexander.” My father tapped on a seat, urging me to take some steps towards him. We just came back from hunting. I was tired, exhausted, on the brink of breaking down, but my father saw that as weakness. The moment I sat down on the large couch, my father pushed a glass of water towards me. “Your family is dying,” he began, voice cold and robotic, “this glass of water contains a poison fatal enough to kill you in five minutes. The only way to save them is by taking this poison.” A test. Another test. He always did that. There was no time to bond, no time to do what other dads did with their kids, I was stuck with a statue. A man incapable of feelings, a man with no emotions—Alpha Throne Grey. “Would you take this poison and save your family?” His question stirred something within me, a raging beast I'd always tried to tame. Rage. My father didn't like hesitation. He didn't like being challenged, talked against, but I stared down the glass like it didn't
ETHAN The night was frantic. Crowds were loud, and orders kept coming. St. Travis' restaurant was busy. Crowded. Bustling with life. I'd been running around for the past hour, apron around my neck, orders almost slipping through my fingers due to the fatigue weighing down my shoulders. I was still at Liam's—preparing for Killan's party—when Travis' call came in. Wasn't just a call, it was a threat. I'd taken a few days off to cool off—mostly because of Killan. I needed some time to think it through. I still had a day left, but Travis has told me to get to the restaurant immediately. He'd said, “I don't give a rat's ass about your psychological state, Ethan. Get your fucking ass here, or you're losing your job.” I could always meet Killan some other time. Tomorrow or the day after. Right now, I've decided to focus on work, to get my duty done and finish up on time. I worked tirelessly for another two hours before taking a break. It was past midnight when I finally got off wor
KILLAN Was he going to come? Would he make it here in time? I couldn't rip my gaze from the gates. It felt like my insides were quivering, intestines burning away in a hot bowl of flames. The pool party was alive, it was everything anyone could dream of—but I wasn't everyone. I only wanted one thing. ETHAN. Loud bass pulsed through my veins, fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of wine. I didn't know if I lost count of the days, but I could barely stand, barely keep my gaze on a particular object without it getting all blurry. But I held unto the fact that Ethan would be here. He had to be here. I was gradually losing it—my sanity—but I didn't want to push. Not when he'd stare at me like the monster I was. Bodies were gliding against each other, water being splashed as giggles filled the air. But this whole shit was for just one person. Ethan. I'd thought about it. Maybe Bernard was right, maybe telling him the truth wouldn't hurt. I didn't want to leave without s
ETHANWhat other distraction was better than being at Liam's? Dim lightning. Loud music. Soft hum of laughter, and beer bottles piled up on his table. Liam was sprawled on the couch, hands stretched behind his back, Jaz—his stripper girlfriend—curled on his lap like a cat. She had red lips, red hair, and red pointy nails. “Red brings new goodluck.” She'd always say, but I found it quite creepy. And Liam? He found it sexy, hot, says it gives her a killer vibe. Jaz’s stormy grey eyes were on me, nose breathing out smoke. “Liam baby, you sure your pal’s okay?” Okay? I was damn sure I felt the opposite. It's been more than a week. A week and two fucking days since I hadn't seen him. He didn't visit school like the old days, didn't hover around me or call me Master, he was different. So fucking different, I could rip my heart out to get the old Killan back. I could still taste the ginger soup. Okay, not the soup. But the weight of his stare? Still there. I saw the pain in his eyes
KILLANThe firing range was dimly lit. The cold morning air kissed my skin, ruffling the silver strands falling over my brows. My whole attention was fixed on only one thing—the target. I fired at it with a perfect aim. Rapid. Emotionless. I aimed at another target for the hundredth time today. I needed a distraction, but I wasn't getting any. All I could think about was the sound of Ethan's voice, his lips glistening with the garlic soup I'd made, the hesitation in his eyes when he wanted to leave. The Moon Goddess knew how hard it was not to drag him to my bed. It was damn frustrating, keeping the wide smile on my lips, just so he wouldn't freak out and leave. I fired again. And I didn't miss. Not even once. “You should consider enlisting.” A loud clap echoed in my ears, interrupting my train of thoughts. I paused, glancing one my shoulders. “Your shots, they're clean as hell.” I came here to unwind, not to listen to praises. I ignored him. “You know, a ‘thank you’ wouldn'
ETHAN My phone pinged with a text. “There's a car outside your home. Step in.” —Killan From my windows, I stared at the sleek black car which my whole neighborhood paled in comparison to. The past week had been pretty chaotic—the hickey night, the fall of almighty Josiah, Liam getting hooked with a stripper. And now, this? There was no way I'd return to his penthouse to be mouth fucked the second time. As much as I craved him, his scent, his whole being, staying away from him was the only way I'd remain sane. “What are you up to?” —Ethan I texted back, pacing around my room, patiently waiting for an explanation of some sorts. His reply came almost immediately, more like his eyes were glued to his phone. “I promise not to fuck your mouth.” —Killan I chuckled. Hard. Was that supposed to be an apology? What if this was another ploy, some calm before a storm kind of shit. What If he lured me into his room, planned something romantic, and fucks my mouth until it bec
KILLAN‘He'll haunt my dreams if I should mention his name.’ Clever. From a high tower—an old cathedral in the college—I stared down at the cafeteria, carefully watching as Josiah pleaded for his sins. The cathedral had no life in it, it was just there, living, breathing, housing forgotten prayers and cries of plea. But does the devil pray? I didn't know why I was here, but as the time ticked—fifty days left—I wanted more time. More time to watch fear spread across Ethan's face. More time to watch him smile. More time to fill his mouth with my cum, slap his ass cheeks, to remind him he wasn't alone. But time was one thing I didn't have. I couldn't give. Josiah's fingers were tightly wrapped around Ethan's legs. He looked pale, like he'd seen enough misery, but it was mine to tell if it was really enough. Last night, I gave him a choice. But he picked the latter. FLASHBACKIn the cold, dark night, I sneaked into Josiah's home. His parents were wealthy, well to do, I could tell
ETHANI didn't believe in words like “woke up on the wrong side of the bed”—but today, it badly felt like I'd woken up in someone's nightmare. As I strode through the busy hallway, I kept hearing the same voice. Soft. Calm. Haunting. A deep promise that I wasn't alone. But it could have just been a dream, right? Due to the incident that occured yesterday, I'd thought I'd be the topic of discussion. But I wasn't. My name wasn't on everyone's lips, it felt like everyone had forgotten the golden boy with the purple hickey on his arm. Phones were out. Josiah's name was everywhere. It wasn't just a whisper, or a rumor, it was a fact, a truth, an evidence that something huge had befallen him. I didn't understand what the sudden buzz was about, but it suddenly made me bump into someone. A brunette. She had her palm on her shoulder, brows knitted in pain. “Are you okay?” She asked softly.I glanced over my shoulder, wondering if she was referring to someone else. But it doesn't look l