ETHAN~Betrayal doesn't come from enemies—it comes from those who promised to stay~“So, you got all mushy together last night?“ Liam asked, stuffing some chips into his mouth, his lips spreading into a wide grin. “Tell me, did something else…happen?“ “No, gross.“ I spat, grabbing a small bottle of water on our round table. Each student had their table. For example—the school losers, Liam and I, had been sitting on this table since freshman year. Jamie moved ever since he started fucking Alicia. Not like he was a school loser. He was seemingly too perfect to be one. A complete opposite of me. “I don't believe you.“ Liam smirked, staring down at his empty bag of chips. “I mean, he wouldn't have just hugged you without initiating something.“ “Shut the fuck up, Liam.“ I growled. “Nothing happened. He…it was just a hug.“ But deep down, I knew it was way more than that. It was how he tapped into my emotions and calmed me in a way no one had ever done it. And strangely, I gave into h
ETHAN ~Sometimes, pain doesn't bleed. It stays quiet, eats you up slowly until you can't hold it in no more~ “What little secret?“ My jaw clenched, rage surging through my veins as my pulse raced. Sometimes, I wondered what I'd done to deserve friends who shattered the word 'trust' like it never really mattered. Jamie and I had been through the worst together, been through hell even. Once, we skipped prom to sit on a cold hospital floor, waiting for his sick mom to wake up. He took punches for me in highschool and me? I took the fall for him in college every fucking time. He'd apologize, say it was a mistake, but I knew my best friend was slowly slipping. He was the first person who ever said he loved me like family, but now, he made me realize that the word 'brother' never really mattered. He hurt me. And hell, it hurt more than a thousand stitches on my dick. Jamie smirked, his eyes ridiculously dark. He once told me we'd be friends for life, join our children together
ETHAN~Sometimes, I wondered if everything he showed was just a mask, but I chose to trust him anyway~I woke up with a slight groan, my head pounding, vision blurry. Glancing around the white walled room, my eyes naturally gravitated to a tall, lean figure leaning on the wall. Clad in a black blazer and some blue jeans, he looked ruggedly handsome, breathtaking, beautiful—in a dark way. Dammit. Why was I thinking about him that way? I tried to sit upright, but my whole body ached. It literally felt like I was run down by a large truck. Swallowing hard, I squinted my eyes. “Take me home, Killan. I shouldn't be here.“ Killan's gaze pinned me in place, cutting through me like a blade as a twitch touched the corner of his lips. “You have a broken nose, a broken rib, and oh,” he stalked towards me, his eyes narrowing. “A purple eye. So, tell me MASTER, do you think you deserve to go home in this state?“ “I have to work.“ I ripped my gaze from his, focusing on something else. Those eye
ETHAN~He wasn't the monster I feared, he was the one I couldn't help but reach out for~Now that I thought about it, Liam was quite right. It made me remember the first time I picked up a dog in the middle of the street, my first reaction to meeting a grown up man laying on my bed like he owned it. It was odd. Too strange. What was Killan if he wasn't human? And who exactly was he? I was discharged from the hospital a few days later, and I spent most of my time doing research on the theory of a dog transforming into a man. Each writeup I came across didn't make sense, none of them did. What I saw was Lycanthropy—a man transforming into a beast, but that dog was no beast. Could it be a disguise? Of course not. It could have been a hallucination, maybe Killan sneaked into my home, perhaps science could explain whatever the shit happened . I closed up my computer and sucked in a deep breath. A chilly sense of dread crawled up my spine, making me uneasy. Lycans didn't exist, werewo
ETHAN ~Regret is a useless feeling, the deed is already done~The soft ray of the sun seeped in through the curtains, disrupting my peaceful sleep on a barely perfect day. Massaging my temples, I briefly glanced at the blank space where Killan slept—but he wasn't here. I stretched with a groan and stumbled into the bathroom, almost losing my balance at the sight of a shirtless Killan washing his face. For some odd reason, I couldn't stop staring at his broad shoulders and the V shape of his firm waist. His chest was well sculpted, powerful, but my eyes kept wandering towards the slight bulge dow—“Can't stop staring?“ Killan teased, turning to stare at me, his back leaning against the ceramic sink. “I wasn't staring.“ “Which isn't true.“ His lips tilted into a cunning smirk as he stalked towards me. Standing before me, his fingers found my cheekbone, grazing it slowly, like a master caressing his favorite pet. I unconsciously leaned in, but Killan pulled away with a mischievous g
ETHAN ~He was a deathly mistake, a pleasurable sin, a deadly obsession….and soon, he'd be the death of me~Days turned into weeks. The sun barely showed up, the sky was always cloudy, gloomy and moody. Just the way I felt ever since my encounter with the stranger at the cafeteria. He held so much power that he crushed my bones with a single touch. It literally felt like my whole being was being stuffed with unquenchable flames, more painful than anything I'd ever experienced. Killan avoided the question like a plague. He avoided me like a plague. He was always on the edge, always extra cautious—like he knew he was being followed. Standing at the front porch of my small apartment, I licked my lips, watching as Gregor's car passed right by. I'd been able to get a little cash from my shift at St. Travis—wasn't all of it, but it was a tangible amount. “Gregor.“ I called out, jogging after his crumpled car. The shit was as messed up as he was. He pulled up at his garage, his stern e
ETHAN~The lie. The truth. I had no idea what to believe anymore~“I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I feel nothing for ladies, but I still prefer tits to some flat, hard chest.” I kept chanting the words like a mantra as I strode into the cafeteria, ignoring the curious glances thrown my way.Liam waved at me from our usual corner.And there was Killan, sitting alone as usual. He avoided me throughout the whole night, like I was a mistake. He literally said it was a mistake. I chuckled dryly and stalked towards Liam.I slipped into the seat next to him, setting my meal on the round table. “I wish I had kicked him out sooner.” I exhaled. “Who?” “Killan.” “Did last night really happen?” Liam leaned closer, his curious eyes searching mine. “The message you sent, is it really true? You…”“I don't want to talk about it.““Dude, you're gay!” Liam exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. “I mean, I know you're not so into girls, so men then?““Like I explained last night, it was a mistake.““The gaze in
ETHAN~He liked black, maybe he was the devil who came to drag me back to hell~Ever since the incident at the restroom, Killan and I became…distant. We didn't talk during breakfast, didn't talk during dinner, not even at the school's cafeteria. And I hate to admit, but I missed him. A lot. The weekend would have been great with Killan around, but he'd left the apartment since noon. He kissed me. I should be angry, not him. Left with nothing to do, I kept stuffing my stomach with food and coffee. I mean, I literally found interest in nothing. Liam came by a few hours later and yelled at me like my mother for stuffing my stomach with food when there were other great things to do. Great things like fucking women. Dancing with women. Watching women glide against each other. He pushed me into a bar filled with tons of people rocking each other. “Do something wild for the first time in your life.” He whispered against my ears, grabbing a drink from one of the waiters. The loud bass pu
ETHAN My phone pinged with a text. “There's a car outside your home. Step in.” —KillanFrom 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?” —EthanI 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‘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
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