Mason's eyes widened like that of the moon, his heart skipping a beat at Ste-phen sudden attack on the officers.That was the last thing he had expected Ste-phen to fucking do.“Cat got your tongue? Do not test my patience here” Ste-phen warned the offices, his voice dangerously low "A little bit more of pleasure and your heads are going to go ka boom!…”“Sir!” Mason quickly interfered and Ste-phen slowly glanced at him over his shoulder. “You need to stop. Stop hurting them”Ste-phen raised a brow. “And what make you think I will listen to you” he returned his gaze to the officer. “Tell them to confess instead”Mason looked at the officers. “They can't. You are pinning and hurting their head to the wall. Even if they speak you can't hear them”Ste-phen clicked his tongue. His little mate was kind of right. Reluncantly, Ste-phen loosen his grip, both officers had their head bleeding a little, fear swirling in their gaze.They both gasped, stood on their feet and immediately made a gre
Thud!Ste-phen carelessly dropped them to the floor and tucked his casually into his pocket.“Where the hell is your chief?” he asked in a deep baritone voice.*******The slightly shorter middle-aged man stepped into the room where Ste-phen was waiting with his arms folded.The Chief’s face was hard. Someone dared to harass not only one but two officers! And even asked for his presence! How daring!He had asked his boys why they didn't put him in jail already, but they seemed a little afraid, as this same dude had threatened them that he would snap their heads off if they dared to touch him.He could tell this man had a menacing aura, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.“You asked for me?” the Chief raised a brow.Ste-phen, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, glanced up and met his gaze.The Chief found the face familiar, and as he slowly remembered, his eyes widened like that of a full moon.“M... Mr. Black?” he stuttered, instinctively taking a step back. “
"Please!” The man yelled, snapping Mason out of his frozen state. The desperation in his voice was deep and clear, striking Mason with a wave of shock.He even noticed the tears beginning to threaten their way out of the man's eyes.Mason glanced at the other students, who were clearly amused by the show.“Just do it. Please, boy,” the cop’s voice lowered as he faced Mason again. It seemed he truly meant it when he said his life depended on it.Mason was torn between relief and unease. Ste-phen had forced these men to kneel before him, to beg for forgiveness. The idea of someone wielding that kind of power on his behalf was both intoxicating and terrifying.But should he hit the officer back?Would that make him just as cruel?He hesitated, staring at the man's bowed head. The crowd murmured, waiting for his reaction.Mason sighed. “No,” he finally said. “I won’t do it.”The officer's head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise.Mason exhaled sharply and stepped back. “You’ve already hum
For a moment, Mason thought about correcting them—that it was Ste-phen who had helped and forced the police to beg—but he decided not to waste his breath. These girls weren’t worth his time.“You’re in my way,” he said.“If you don’t,” Bella raised her phone, revealing an article about his father’s imprisonment. Mason swallowed hard. “The whole school will know about it,” Bella smirked, tucking her phone away. “James told me everything before he disappeared. I have a lot of followers on the school blog. I’m sure the school won’t ignore how juicy this story is.”Mason’s jaw clenched. Damn it. This was what they always used to threaten him.“Just one date. I’ll handle the rest,” Twilight said confidently.Mason sighed, relenting. “Fine. I’ll talk to Dexter.”******Dexter, however, waited in his car. He hadn't headed home yet, waiting patiently. Soon, his phone rang. Seeing the name, he sat up and answered—it was the call he had been waiting for.“Hey, did you find out who helped him ou
The sound of running water, echoed of the room, hitting two bodies entwined beneath it, cascading down their skin.Mason, pinned by Ste-phen to the wall, bit his own lip, to suppress his moan as Ste-phen's thick finger took his erected nipple, squeezing and sucking on them.Mason’s legs were tightly wrapped around Ste-phen's firm torso, his arms clinging to Ste-phen's neck so he wouldn’t fall, though Ste-phen’s hands held his thighs firmly in place.They were still in their boxers, both wet and hot under the shower.Mason squeezed his eyes shut. The more Ste-phen sucked and played with his nipples—using his hands, tongue, and even teeth—the harder it was to suppress his moans.He had no idea why he was holding them in. Perhaps he didn’t want to give Ste-phen the impression that he was truly overwhelmed by the sensation.Mason didn't realize he was bruising his own lip. Oh, fucking mercy.How could it feel this good?Why did his body react so much around this man?Ste-phen, engrossed i
STORE"Wait, what?!" Seth's eyes widened as he heard the news from his aunt over the phone. "What do you mean the spell is ready? Did you actually prepare it?""The spell has been complete for a while now. I just wanted to ask how things are going between him and Mason," Desdemona spoke calmly on the other end of the phone."Wait. I thought you were never going to prepare it since you were against breaking a cursed bond for him," Seth said as he took the plastic bag from the store attendant."I can't go against Ste-phen. You, of all people, know how stubborn that male is," Desdemona retorted, and Seth sighed, knowing his aunt was right."Yeah, but..." Seth sighed. "I don't think he'll need it. There's a slight improvement. Ste-phen is obsessed with the boy.""You know very well that it will take more than a month to actually heal from a wound that deep in his soul. Ste-phen is a broken soul, far too broken. I'm afraid that soon enough, Mason won't be able to handle him."Seth's eyes s
Seth’s feet tapped impatiently against the floor, his gaze fixed on the transparent glass that covered the café, overlooking the bustling street. His mind was restless as he glanced at his watch several times.“Where the hell is he?” Seth grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.He drew in a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease the unease settling inside him. The memory kept replaying in his mind, and the more it did, the tighter the knot in his stomach became.He was oblivious to the stares he was receiving from the other customers, especially the women—both young and old. Their whispers pierced the air.Seth was a fine man. He was in the modeling industry, and despite rarely shooting himself, he had won several awards, with nearly every entertainment agency wanting to sign him.Women were ready to throw themselves at him, and of course, he took some of them—mostly on full moons to satisfy his rut—but never… never had he had a girlfriend. And despite his aunt’s scoldings, he st
Ste-phen eventually stood and left.Upon reaching the mansion, he headed straight to his room, only to find the bed empty. With a small frown, he checked Mason’s room. Empty.“Young master left for school,” Butler Ben informed him.Ste-phen sighed.What’s with the rush? Can’t he just take a goddamn break?As he turned to leave Mason’s room, his eyes settled on a strange wristwatch case sitting on the bed.His brows knitted as he reached for it. Taking out the watch, he examined it closely. He recognized the brand.And there was no way in hell Mason could afford it.At first, he considered it might be a gift Mason wanted to give him, but… this watch was way too expensive.Thirty fucking grand.Which could only mean one thing.Someone had gifted Mason.Who?**********School.“Oh no,” Mason muttered under his breath, searching his bag over and over again. He crouched down at his desk, checking if he could catch any sight of it, only to get disappointed.It was Dexter's watch. The one he
Epilogue – One Year LaterThe forest pulsed with life.Soft beams of moonlight filtered through the trees of the Moonstone Grove, dancing along leaves and casting sacred light upon the ceremonial stones. Music drifted through the air—low, harmonic chants of the old tongue blending with flutes, drums, and the sounds of celebration. Lanterns floated between tree branches like fireflies.It was a night of unity.A night of destiny.A night when the past was finally put to rest.Mason stood at the heart of it all, surrounded by wolves, elders, friends, and family, all gathered in a wide circle. He was dressed in silver ceremonial robes trimmed with blue—the colors of peace and courage. Around his neck hung a pendant of a half-moon, the symbol of a chosen mate.He glanced across the clearing at Ste-phen, standing tall and proud in charcoal-gray robes embroidered with gold threads. His golden eyes never left Mason’s, not even for a moment.There was nothing but love in his gaze. Deep, unsha
****************************************************** The scent of mahogany and aged tobacco clung to the air like an old ghost, curling through the velvet-draped study as Zeno paced across the floor. A storm roared in his chest, but his steps were calm—measured, even. He hated when he lost control. The smashed wineglass glittered in the corner, a silent reminder of that slip. He pressed a finger to his temple, breathing through his nose, then exhaled with a soft hiss. “Tell me again,” he said, his voice icy smooth. The man standing by the doorway—a lean figure in a gray suit—cleared his throat. “Mr. Black is asking questions in Rosedale. He’s already spoken to the Lennox family.” Zeno’s jaw tightened. “And?” “They’re cooperating.” Zeno turned sharply, the sudden movement startling. “Of course they are. They lost a daughter. They’ll do anything to cling to the hope of justice. But why now?” He stared down at the floor as if the wood grain itself might offer answers. “Two
The ward turned silent. Too silent—one could hear a pin drop.Mason could hear his heartbeat racing—too hard, too fast—and he thought he might really faint right then, but that wasn’t his concern right now…What in the motherfûcking world had Ste-phen just spilled out?Ste-phen winked at him, and Mason felt like gouging those eyes out—perhaps even cutting off his tongue too.“We’ll see again, Mrs. Allen,” Ste-phen inclined his head gently and began leaving.Then Yara’s laughter broke the silence, her eyes shut as she almost collapsed back on her bed.Ste-phen, who was about to touch the door, froze and glanced back at her.m, wondering why she suddenly find him funny.“Your boss is so funny.”Mason, getting the hint that his mother hadn’t believed Ste-phen, quickly rushed to shove him out before he could say anything else.Yara blinked in confusion.Ste-phen, who staggered outside, shot a glare at Mason as the door slid shut.“What the fuck…”“Shh!” Mason quickly clamped his hand over
•••••••“Mason.” Yara’s voice snapped Mason back to earth.Mason, whose lips were parted in shock, shifted his gaze from Ste-phen to her.“Hey, Ma,” he chuckled awkwardly, glancing back at Ste-phen just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But the male was right there, lounging on the chair beside his mother with his arms folded across his chest.Again, he questioned himself.What in the world was Ste-phen doing here?“Are you planning to stay there and watch? Come on, sweetie.” Yara smiled so brightly it warmed Mason's heart.Mason stepped inside with the lunch he had bought for himself and his mother. Now it felt awkward. He wondered if Ste-phen might be hungry.Ah, right—Ste-phen doesn't like to eat outside.While Mason set the food before his mother, his heart raced in his chest as he could feel Ste-phen’s gaze on him the entire time.Ste-phen hadn't spoken a word.“Finally, Mason! I got to meet the one taking care of you—your boss. The one behind the sudden brightness in your ey
____“You seriously think this will work?” Xander asked as they both sat in the café having lunch.“I don't know, Xander. We can only hope,” Dexter replied, unsure of his words as well.“Yo! What's up, guys?” Jericho and the other boys came over to join them. Lately, Dexter and Xander hadn’t been too active, and the others were getting worried.They had even canceled their upcoming show, and knowing how much these two loved dancing, the rest couldn’t help but try to figure out what was going on—until they got the gist. Mr. Luther was in town.Settling down with them, Jericho who didn't hesitate like the others, broke the silence."I heard your father’s in town, Dexter."Cole, on the other hand, simply stared at Dexter with an unreadable expression.“Don’t worry about it,” Dexter mumbled curtly.“Why did you cancel the dance show then? Is he still against it?”“I said don’t worry about it!” Dexter snapped, making Jericho’s mouth snap shut. Dexter stood up abruptly, the others' eyes foll
“Pens up.”Mrs. Katherine’s voice resonated through the classroom. Most of the students groaned under their breath. It was the last exam, and it had been pretty tough for them.Very few were able to complete their work, including Mason and Twilight.Bella sulked throughout. She no longer sat or spoke with Twilight and minded her own business.Dexter, on the other hand, had changed seats and was awfully quiet the whole time. He and Mason hadn’t exchanged a single word—not even once. But Mason was still curious. Dexter had mentioned him being in danger, and then the shooting incident happened.Even though Ste-phen refused to tell them who was behind it, Mason couldn’t stop wondering.“Dexter?” Mason called in a whisper, careful not to let Katherine hear so she wouldn’t mistake it for cheating.Dexter’s movement paused, and without a word or even a glance, he rose from his chair and walked over to Mrs. Katherine to submit his work.Mason sighed. Dexter must be really mad at him. Perhaps
Moore clenched his phone tightly, his heart racing nonstop, lips quivering.“Mr. Black, let’s talk about—”Three beeps echoed in his ear, indicating the call had just been disconnected. Sweat beaded on Moore’s face, his eyes darted around the room as though searching for somewhere to hide… but there was nowhere.He was alone.And now, sooner or later, his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. The thought made his knees buckle. He felt stupid for ever playing with Ste-phen’s words.His son was dead. He couldn’t even grieve—he was next.His trembling fingers slid across his phone screen, dialing a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he yelled:“Fuck! Thank God you’re not dead. Prepare any possible way for me to leave this country right away. I don’t care how you do it, I need to leave now! I’ll pay you anything—just find me a way immediately!”The voice on the other end responded, “Sir, you could follow the goods you're about to ship to Korea. If it’s urgent.”R
••••••••Twilight let out a cry as she climbed to her peak, Seth's fingers thrusting in and out of her wet core while his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.The heat coiled in her stomach, her mouth parting in a silent moan before the sensation exploded within her, making her collapse back onto the bed.Her breathing came in heavy bursts, chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Her eyes were shut, a hint of tears pricking the corners.Her heartbeat pounded so loudly she could’ve sworn Seth heard it.She felt a kiss on her jaw, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet Seth’s dreamy gaze. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. The sight was so sensual, Twilight had to bite her lip to suppress a moan.“First time?” he asked softly, his eyes gentle—Twilight could see stars in them.“Mhm,” she nodded, and his brows arched.“Really?” He clearly hadn’t expected that answer. She nodded again, and something primal flickered in his eyes.Twilight might’ve gon
Twilight was drying her hair when Seth stepped in as well. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she immediately dropped the towel and approached.“Seth, how did it—”Seth grabbed her waist, slamming his lips against hers, shoving her words back into her throat with a hard, passionate kiss. Twilight melted in his arms, letting his warm tongue slide into her mouth.Her sweet moan echoed through the room, her hand sliding onto his neck, threading her fingers through his hair.He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her back met the wall with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat as her towel slipped down, pooling at her feet like a whisper.“Seth…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need, but he didn’t let her speak.His mouth was on hers again, harder this time—desperate. As if he needed to remind himself she was real. As if he’d lose his mind if he didn’t taste her right then and there.Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.