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Chapter 38: Five years later
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My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 40: Cranky date
ALEXANDERIt was 4:30 a.m.I was already awake, eyes burning into the ceiling staring back at me. In thirty minutes, I’d step out for a glass of water, retreat back to my room, take a moment to jog and by 7:00 am, I’d be having a cold shower.It was a daily routine.A routine I didn’t have to keep—but I did anyway.By 8:00 a.m., I was out of the shower, eyes brushing over my closet for the right outfit. Some casual shirt and grey pants?A light knock on my door made me pause, just slightly. Just after I said the word “come in,” light brown hair filled my vision. My Beta’s half body was peeping through my door. Blue tux. Lazy half smile. Neatly shaved jawline.I cocked a brow at him.What's the occasion?“Alpha Alexander, the car’s ready.” His voice floated into my ears, and I paused, taking a moment to reflect on the activities I have today. A meeting with the elders, signing a pack treaty with Alpha Zayne, settling a murder case in the pack. If I still had hours until then, what in
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 39: Loving someone else
ETHAN Golden light spilled from the small bulb hanging by the ceiling, illuminating the small dining area. The smell of coffee—from the kitchen—drifted into my nostrils as Jaz’s excited voice cut through the air, “I still can't believe we're getting a new boss. Finally, a breathing space from the Almighty Luther.” Her smile widened, and I couldn't stop staring at it.“Don't you think we should celebrate this or something?” she wriggled her brows at me. I shook my head. “Still jumping into conclusions, Jaz?” That was Marinette. Soft. Warm. Sweet. Five years ago, she accepted a broken young man into her home, and she doesn't seem to regret it. With short auburn hair, pointed nose and rosy cheeks, she looked quite identical to Jaz. They were sisters, anyway. “He might be different, Marinette,” Jaz smiled, setting the table with her niece, Gwendolyn. She was three when I got here. She grew a little too fast. I stalked towards the kitchen, grabbed some plates from the rack, and pas
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 38: Five years later
NELSONFive years laterSiblings should love each other, to be obsessed even, but I loathed mine. I lived in his shadow. He was smarter, stronger, blessed with the looks that sent ladies in a daze. Alexander didn't have a gruesome scar running along his cheeks—the scar he gave me during our first spar together. He'd told me, “brother, let's call this off, I don't want to hurt you.” But I didn't hold back. I channelled the anger I'd locked in for several years towards my fist, aiming for his abdomen. He defeated me, though, with a single strike. Alexander. Alexander. Alexander. They all cheered his name like the sweetest thing on their lips, but me, I kept thinking of ways to ruin that name, to break him, to make him crumble, but he was still alive. Still breathing. Still staring at me with that all knowing smirk. The deal was to kill him after a few months, but even with no memory and emotions, he gained the favor of the whole pack. The elders included. He sat there on the throne
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) CHAPTER 37: starting afresh
ETHANA large suitcase. A small bag. Standing before a broken mirror, I stared at my not-so-familiar outfit. My hair doubled in length—not the usual light brown, but ravenblack—and my rich brown eyes looked tired, like they'd seen it all. And maybe they had. It's been days since I last visited the cemetery. Days without shedding a single tear, days without trying to call Killan's number, and days with just merely….existing. Trust me when I say it's hard. Really hard. Occasionally, I fight the images in my head, try to get occupied with something else, but they stick anyway. Grabbing the small bag with my bruised knuckles wrapped in gauze, I dragged the suitcase with my other hand. This whole town reminded me of him—Killan, and the longer I stayed, the more I'd break. I was already broken anyway. Barely hanging by a thread. Finding Gregor at my doorstep, I fumbled for the keys in my pocket, shoving it in his rough palm, “everything's cleaned. The bathroom, the living room, the ki
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 36: Bring someone back.
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
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 35: Wiped
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
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 34: I love him
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
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 33: Is this the end?
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
My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M) Chapter 32: What love is all about
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
