Chapter 6

Kai’s POV

“What do you want from me? What can I give you to make me leave…me….alone?” He regrets the statement a second after. 

“I want to hire a sex lesson teacher. A male.” I pause, assessing. He frowns. 

“What….for?” 

I gulp. “For my ED. I guess men’s touch triggers me more.”

“Which men?” His voice cracks with jealousy.

I chuckle. “Men.” I tease. He fumes. 

“Do you go around sleeping around with men in hotels in the name of treating your ED? Did I advise that?” 

I draw back, amused by the authoritative aura. Since when did he begin to have a right over me? 

“Even if I do, I guess you won’t mind.” 

The frowns deepen. “I won’t advise, it’s not good for you…..your health.” He stammers. 

I rise up, walking amidst his suspicious glance to him, both hands pressed against both sides of the soft plush couch he’s sitting on. My eyes flashes it with desire. 

“Wishing you were one of them?” 

His scents grow wilder, his chest heaving heavily. 

Fuck! I’m intoxicated…..

I draw in the strong, eerie scent. 

“So……how many times a week or a day can I do it with my sex teacher? Which status do I assume? Top or bottom or versatile…”

But he doesn’t even let me finish before grabbing my neck and sitting me down on the couch, in his place. 

“Didn’t you tell me you weren’t gay?” 

“Yes, I did and I’m not.” I force out. “Wanna dive out of this shame by any means possible.” 

“Wanna dive out of the shame or you’re looking for who to set up with your dad?” 

My phone vibrates again at that moment. A message pops up on the screen. My wolf sight scans it right away. 

Cerise. 

“Kai, why are you alone with Liam? Didn’t you tell me you hate him so much and don’t want to see him?” 

I slowly trail my eyes across to Liam, his stare is fixed on the screen, frozen in shock. 

“What’s this?” 

I stretch out, grabbing the phone quickly and shutting it off, throwing it on the plush couch. 

Deadly silence parades between us. Liam’s scorching stares and stiff posture radiates a growing hatred, rising from the text. My lips mumble but no words come out.

“I’ve got nothing to say. Assistance doesn’t imply love.” I murmur. 

Liam nods his head carefully, lips twisted in disgust. 

“We hate each other right, but that can’t stop us from having a business together.”

“What business?” 

“Sex buddy. I only need a gay sex teacher, not gay.” I confess. True to my words, I’m not and never want to be. 

His grip tightens. “Do you hate gays that much to play on their feelings?” 

I jerk up. “How am I doing that?” I play defensive. I sigh, resigned. “I just want a sex teacher, that’s all.” 

I pick up right away. “Do you have any for me or will you fill the position?” 

“Fuckkk!” He presses his body tight against mine, his face an inch away from mine. I’m gasping for breath, skin about to burst open.

A spiraling awakening seizes my wolf and my entire body goes bloody red. I sense his hate and the urge to deal with me coupled with that overwhelming sense of his. 

Danger is spelled. 

“I need to use the restroom.” I stammer, shrugging out of  his grip. 

I take to my heels, racing across. 

At the restroom, my senses fade. I sink to the floor, rubbing my hands over my neck, chest, legs, everywhere. I’m increasingly becoming a mess, too ashamed for Liam to come find me this way. 

I hate him and am now in need of help!

He will laugh at me. 

They say it’s rut. A period I despise with my entire life. I fucking hate it! 

When it arises like this, I feel as though I wanna die. Comes every month but this time earlier, worse of it, coming at a time like this. 

I hate to look desperate before him. I wanted to be in control. 

“Oh goddess! Please help me! Help me!” I cry out in frustration. I want to be able to pick myself up before Liam suspects a thing. 

The contract I’d prepared is in the drawer of the living room, my main business for the day where he’d become my servant and I, his boss but now……things are driving hell. 

I feel like I’d be taking my last breath soon if I don’t beg him to fuck me. 

Earnestly, not what I wanted. 

Heat builds up rapidly against my skin, climbing up my throat, my asshole clenches, craving for a dick to penetrate it right away. If not a dick, at least fingers. 

But he’s over there taking the break to walk round the first floor adoring the luxury decor. His scent around makes it worse. 

“So he’s here to set me up. He hates me?” My wolf’s hearing sense rushes his words to me. I listen further. 

“I’ll become his sex teacher and deal with me. Fucking hate homphobic people!” 

I tremble. “So he’s come for revenge?” I tighten my fist. “I’ll show him how much I hate gays.” 

Both of us vow from both ends. I can’t tell if he hears but being a superior Alpha, I hear every single word. 

Each earns a gulp and vow from me. Our business is set to be the deadliest of all.

I just can’t wait. 

For a while, I’m distracted to notice the pains in full but then it comes again. 

My pheromones burst up, scattering through the atmosphere, supposedly reaching him. Trouble pheromones to indicate something is wrong. 

Then I hear loud, thumping footsteps in the hallway, advancing towards the restroom. My heart warms with a glow of relief, but partial. The door bangs open the next second to find me on the floor, curled over and writhing in pain. 

His eyes turned dark. “What’s it? What’s wrong?” He dashes to me, grabbing me, feeling me but his eyes are damn red, fueled with anger. I raise a curious look. Concern and fury blends in his eyes. 

I say nothing. No strength to and besides I hate this so much, just like most girls hate cramps. 

“Are you in rut?” 

“Don’t say that!” I yell at him. “I don’t want to hear it. Anything that will make me look gay.” 

Liam curls his lips. “Is your rut against women?” 

I roll my eyes over in confusion. “What do you mean?” I ask. 

“What’s that?” He asks in return, witty faced. 

“I can’t do any girl…..during…..” I break out the confession abruptly but stop. Indirectly answering his question and this, giving me a clue. 

“So…..you are…..” He’s about to proceed. 

“Stop! Stop!!” 

“I’m not anything.” 

I catch him smiling. I ball my fist, jerking up and kicking him in the balls out of fury, striding towards the balcony and shutting the glass door hard against him. 

“Fuck you!” 

I sit on the ground again, twisting and gnashing my teeth. 

His words bounce back. Every period of my rut, every month, I try to get around females but they only despise me. So I’ve been all alone, at last, resulting in suppressant tablets or injections to calm the wave of desires. 

For the first time, it came early and happened in the presence of the last person I ever wanted to see me as vulnerable. 

But worse than all. 

Does it mean he’s my……..