Chapter 16

Kai’s POV

“A lot of clients come here because of ED, I realized today. So this has been an ancient custom. Massage with herbs.”

I hum. 

His palms rub with friction, descending on my cock. I cradle my hands over my head, relaxing while he does what he knows best to me. 

“This done everyday with the person you get wet to touching you cures your condition faster than any drug or therapy would. Likewise having regular sex with the person you like.” 

My eyes go pale. 

“I've got no one I really like except…..” 

He doesn't let me finish. “Someone else.” He snap. 

I press down a big lump down my throat. 

My body relaxes, blood gathers as he gropes and twitches his fingers over my cock, scratching the balls, inciting ripples, gliding down my scrotum. 

“All these send the veins drifting in with blood.” He explains.  “As you can see, they are beginning to form.” 

Truly it is. 

I rise up with an enticing grin but he flips me back down with a finger. “Not yet done with you.” 

My eyelids start to grow heavy, the sweet bliss of sleep cascading over me. 

“Feeling sleepy, urgh?” He scoffs but it partially sounds like a dream. With his hands and fingers pleasuring my cock, ethereal bliss bounces in and I drift off. 

The last thing I feel before my wolf teleports into another realm being my body being lifted from the platform and dropped on a softer platform. 

Arms drape over me when I wake in the night, still drowsy with sleep. Sniffing in a sweet breath, I return back to sleep. 

It must have been a really long, sweet night. As I wake up, my eyes drift straight to the clock on the wall. 

7:40 AM. 

I stretch on the bed, yawning, then turn to my side with memories of last night. 

No one in sight. I look around the floor. No dress. Everywhere seems empty, then a piece of paper with a glass of water rests on the table beside the bed. 

I stretch out for it. “Good morning, Alpha Kai. I trust you must have had a service deserving of your money. I'm sorry to leave you early this morning. Got work. But…….” 

He skips a line and writes in bold letters on the next line. 

“May we never meet again, for good.” 

It's at the moment, reality stinks so badly. The sweet bliss of last night, the earnest longing of such again. And he says he will be transferring from here. 

Where's he even working next? At the hospital, he'd transferred me already. 

I sigh, climbing off the bed.

I remember…..

I've got a class today, this morning by 8 AM coupled with a test right there. Pack Management and Statistics. A course that even Cerise offers. 

I dropped my phone inside the pocket of my trousers yesterday. I rush for it, turning it on. 

Fifteen missed calls. Cerise. 

Eight missed calls. Dad. 

Three missed calls. The Beta. 

Five missed calls. Derek. 

“Fuckkkkk!” I bash my forehead. Anger seizes my throat for nothing. Perhaps because I didn't wake up on time. But if I'd woken up to see Liam and get a morning kiss, I'd be fine. Right?” 

I walk back to the table to check the paper, turning the back. 

“Drink. About the pain, I dropped a butt cream in the bathroom. Do well to use it. Reduces the pain. In two to three days, it will clear.” 

Sadness buckles up inside my chest. 

I want to rush to the bathroom and get myself prepared for the morning when the sharp pain strikes deep, obstructing my movement. I force a friction despite it, earning more pains but recalling the sweet fantasy, even the little left, it gives a slight lift. Nevertheless I can't walk fast and my steps are distorted. 

What's supposed to be a ten minute preparation turns into twenty-minutes. 

I won't bother returning to the pack house, heading to school right away. With my retentive memory and E-notes, I've got nothing to worry about. 

I order an Uber not wanting to stress my driver to drive my car up here. Besides, I can't afford to let anyone from the pack house know this is my hiding place. The scandal would definitely be massive. 

I step out of the club with my mask, walking over to the few blocks away where I'd directed the Uber to stop. 

The driver drops me at the gate and I walk into the campus, heading to my department. The lecture theater is filled to the brim. But on the front row, a single seat is left and Cerise is seated by the side. 

The professor sets into motion the moment I walk in. It seems they had all been waiting for me. Ignoring the stern eyes, I drag my legs to the seat. Cerise turns on suspicious eyes but mine fixes straight at the professor, pretending not to be noticing her. 

Her hand drops on my thigh. “Were have you been? Dad and I were really worried.”

“Focus!” 

Each of her questions meets with “focus.” At some point she frowns and throws her face off. “Never mind.” 

I know better than that. Dad is gonna be her report zone right after this class. Derek kicks my legs. I turn. He's at my very back. A slight smile traces my lips. 

“Where have you……” 

“Later?” I shut him up.

The professor’s teaching soon overcomes their distraction and my point of focus increases. 

“Slide into the Test website of this course.” 

The theater goes dead silent, eyes looking and blinking at each other. I'm there in a flash but this one my mind and heart keeps drifting to Liam from time to time, I have to pray to do the right thing. Planning to finish with it and return back home, to my room, to lock myself in and think about my fate. 

A ten-questions test. 

While others brainstorm among themselves, others ponder, I'm already filling in my answers at such an unimaginable speed. 

“Heyy, calm down. Why are you looking so serious.” Cerise asks, bewildered but I shake my head, telling her to let me be. 

Yes, it's rude but not the time to seek attention. 

Ten minutes to the end of the test and a second to conclude, my phone vibrates with a message. 

“Where have you been, son? Remember the pack tour of today?” 

“I'm in class now.” I send in a second, concluding. 

“Good. I was super worried. Now you're okay, we'd be going for a walk around prominent places in the pack.”

“Walk? I thought it was a visit?” 

“What's wrong with that?” 

What I feared most. What do I tell him now to believe me? 

I inhaled heavily. Exhaling. A mischievous glance flips to Cerise, she's still fucking looking. 

“Is there something you aren't telling me?” Her suspicions rises again. 

“You always want to force words from my mouth!” I hiss, rolling my eyes off her. 

I rise up, walking over to register my reg no on the professor's sheet. A custom after every test. 

The main class after the test lasts for three hours, but my thoughts don't leave him. I imagine returning to the hospital, against his demand that he be left alone. 

“I'm not!” 

Standing as the only class for the day, the professor merely finishes when I rush out, stepping into the hallway, heading to the road to pick another taxi. 

“Kai!!” It calls once with a fierce, hoarse tone of familiarity. I turn to look. My knees buckle. 

My dad.