He figured who his roommate is

Chapter 3: He figured who his roommate is

“You're a brave one, aren't you?” Prince Kael Viren walked toward him with the whip he had snatched away, giving him a sharp spank.

Elias dropped to his knees, finally realizing his mistake.

He had almost struck the wrong person.

“It wasn't intentional, I'm so sorry, sir...”

“Your Highness!” one of the guys snapped, correcting him.

“I’m so sorry, Your Highness,” Elias repeated, his eyes widening in horror as he finally understood. “What?” he gasped, glancing around the crowd in disbelief.

Could he be the lycan prince? Only they go by that title...

Kael’s eyes locked onto his, unblinking. Behind the fierce mask of dominance, Elias could see a flicker of something else—tenderness. But it didn’t last. Kael grabbed him roughly by the arms, his grip unforgiving.

“What a brave little thing,” Kael murmured coldly. “You dare cross my path and expect to walk away unharmed?”

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to,” Elias stammered, his voice anxious, but Kael ignored him completely.

Then Kael turned to the rest of the group. “Fill him up. I want him to drink five bottles.”

“Maybe I’ll let you go after that,” he added with a wicked chuckle.

“This is just the beginning of his nightmare,” one of the guys muttered, reaching back to punch Elias in the face but Kael suddenly stepped in, grabbed the guy’s wrist, and yanked him back.

“That’s enough for tonight,” Kael said flatly. “Let him drink and take him back to his room.”

The students began to murmur in surprise.

“Is this really Prince Kael? The deadliest of the R8?” they whispered among themselves.

They had all expected him to unleash hell when Elias tried to strike him.

Kael was the leader of the feared gang—R8. He had ties to ruthless mafia raids and deadly revenge missions. His name alone brought terror. He was infamous for never showing mercy—not even for the smallest offense. And yet, here he was... protecting Elias.

Which made no sense.

Kael hated werewolves with a passion. In his eyes, they were weak, pathetic creatures—unworthy of respect, let alone survival. That hatred burned in him like a second nature, a twisted sense of superiority rooted in blood and legacy.

But Elias was forced to down one bottle after another under the watchful eyes of the crowd. After finishing the last one, thirty minutes later, he collapsed to the floor, vomiting violently, his eyes rolling white.

“There’s something wrong with him! Let’s go before security gets here,” one of the guys said in a panic. The others nodded, scattering quickly.

Kael hesitated. His father’s warning echoed in his mind.

Any death caused by a careless game or intentional act of torture will be punishable by death.

The Lycan King of Pennsylvania, Mathias Viren, had declared this law not long ago and he was known for keeping his word. Even Kael wasn’t foolish enough to defy him.

When R8 left, the crowd quickly dispersed. Prince Kael Viren followed after his group but couldn't shake the weight in his chest. His heart pounded.

“We need to go back,” he said suddenly. “We have to get him to the hospital.”

Breaking from the group, Kael returned to the arena. When he reached Elias, the boy had stopped vomiting. Kael moved closer, inspecting him.

“He’s alright,” his wolf said in his head. “Just sick from all the alcohol. You made him drink that much, you’re responsible. Take him to your room. Take care of him.”

Kael scoffed, frustrated. “When did a lycan wolf start caring?” he muttered, though something inside him compelled him forward.

Despite himself, he bent down, lifted Elias onto his back, and carried him away. Elias was semi conscious, limp and feverish.

He was returned safely to his room, where Kael laid him on the bed and left without a word.

***

The next morning, Elias woke up with his head pounding. The whole world spun as he sat up. After several minutes, his senses returned. He glanced at the clock, he was late for class.

There was no time to think about how he got back to his room or what had happened the night before. He rushed into the shower and then sprinted off to his lectures.

The day dragged on—lecture after lecture. By the time he got back, it was already nightfall. Exhausted, he ate dinner and crashed into bed.

But deep in the night, a sound stirred him from sleep.

Two guys were moaning, one slapping the cheeks of the other guy.

Elias blinked in the darkness, slowly realizing what was happening.

Rage boiled in his chest. Not only had they woken him, they were doing something he hated. Something he despised. They were making love.

“I’ll teach them a lesson,” he swore under his breath. He lay back down angrily, determined to report them first thing in the morning.

When he woke, the bed across the room was empty. Whoever had been there was gone.

Still, he kept his word.

Elias sent in the report by email and went to class.

Halfway through his lecture, he was summoned to the office.

When he arrived, all eyes were on him.

“Were you the one who submitted the report this morning?” someone asked sharply.

“Yes, I was.”

“Do you even know who your roommate is?”

“No,” Elias admitted. “I haven’t met him yet.”

“Is it... Prince Kael Viren?”

The name dropped like a hammer.

And then the office door opened.

Kael walked in.

Elias went pale. He could barely breathe.

And when he looked up, he wished he could vanish into thin air.