The Enemy Alpha's Beta | MM Romance | 18+

The courtyard didn't stay silent for long.Someone in the crowd finally found their voice, and it broke the dam. "Someone hold him down!" a girl shrieked, pointing wildly at Asher. "He hit Killian! Do something!"The chant spread instantly, ugly and hungry. "Punish him!" "Make him pay for this!" "Cross, don't let him walk away after that!" Dozens of students surged forward, phones raised, faces twisted with outrage on Killian's behalf, as though the insult to his bloodline had been committed against them personally.Beneath his calm, bleeding face, Killian was incandescent with fury. No one—not a professor, not a rival Alpha, not even his own father—had ever dared to lay a hand on him in public. And now a nameless, powerless Beta had shattered his nose in front of the entire university, in front of teachers, in front of Scarlett, in front of everyone who had spent years bowing their heads the moment he walked into a room.Every primal instinct screaming through his veins demanded bloo

The copper taste of blood was still strong on Asher's tongue as he hauled himself off the cold library floor. Every breath burned against his ribs like fractured glass, and his right hand throbbed in a violent rhythm with his rapid pulse.He didn't drop the sleek metal flash drive Killian had jammed into his hand. Instead, his fingers locked around it like an iron vise, his knuckles turning stark white beneath the blood-soaked bandage.Before he could even catch his breath, the screen of his phone lit up in the dim light."Mom"Asher froze. He swallowed the blood in his mouth, pressing his trembling, uninjured left hand against his chest to steady his ragged breathing. He closed his eyes for a brief second, forcing the agony out of his voice before sliding the screen to accept the call."Hey, Mom..." Asher said, his voice instantly softening into a calm, reassuring tone that betrayed none of the horror he was in."Ash? Sweetheart, why are you still awake this late?" his mother's frail

The metallic scent of fresh blood and ozone still hung thick and suffocating in the stagnant air of the prep room, but a fraction of a second later, that metallic tang was obliterated by a wave of pure, intoxicating madness that hit the senses like an open flame roaring through a dry forest.Asher was a shattered wreck sprawled across the cold tiled floor.His body thrashed and writhed wildly against the unyielding ground, rolling and twisting in an agonizing, desperate attempt to escape the liquid fire burning deep inside his veins.His fingernails scraped across the cold tiles until several of them cracked, thin streaks of blood smearing across the floor. Every desperate breath only dragged more of the intoxicating scent into the room, making the suffocating air even heavier.Every inch of his pale skin was flushed a brilliant, feverish crimson, drenched in a heavy, freezing sweat that made his dark hair stick wildly to his forehead, temples, and cheeks.In the brutal throes of this

"Who the fuck is there?"Killian's roar tore through the corridor, echoing off the ancient marble pillars before vanishing into the darkness. His chest heaved as his pitch-black eyes searched every shadow. His Alpha aura flooded the hallway, a suffocating wave of scorched cedar and wild mint.For a long second, the darkness remained silent.Then a shadow stepped out from behind the stone pillar.Julian.He entered the weak, blood-red glow of the emergency sign, his suede coat hanging loosely from one shoulder. His sharp blue eyes held a cold, unreadable amusement.Killian's dominance didn't make him flinch.Julian reached into his coat, pulled out a cigarette, and struck a match against the stone frame. The brief flame illuminated his determined expression."Well, well," Julian drawled, exhaling smoke into the charged air. "Look who finally remembered how to snap his leash."Killian went rigid.Recognition hit him like a physical blow."You," he hissed. "You absolute bastard. Julian A

Killian burst out of the exhibition hall's side exit just in time to see the tail lights of a matte-black Aston Martin DBS flare to life in the deserted parking lot beyond the courtyard. Julian moved with brutal efficiency, wrenching open the rear door and laying Asher's trembling, fevered body across the back seat with a gentleness that made Killian's blood boil even hotter than the fury already consuming him. Within seconds, Julian had slid into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life with a low, predatory growl that seemed to mock Killian directly."Julian!" Killian's voice tore through the empty lot, raw and commanding. It meant nothing here.The Aston Martin's tires screeched against the pavement, throwing up a spray of loose gravel as it peeled out of the lot and vanished into the pre-dawn darkness beyond the campus gates, leaving nothing behind but the fading growl of its engine.Killian stood frozen for a long moment, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his black ey