MasonThe dance performance had been going on for two minutes now, and Mason finally understood why the Crystal group was called the best—why everyone loved them.Dressed in black ripped jackets and trousers, their moves were insanely good, hitting every beat with precision. Their bodies were flexible, especially Weston’s—he could bend his limbs effortlessly, almost inhumanly so.Dennis and Cole were skilled at breakdancing, but Xander? He was something else entirely. The guy moved like a damn robot.He’s so damn good.With his calm, blue, almost sleepy-looking eyes, Xander had the crowd in a frenzy. His stoic personality made him mysterious, effortlessly cool.And then there was Dexter.He was good at everything—stunts, reflexes, freestyle. The way he moved made the performance hotter.Some of Dexter’s stunts were insane, so much so that Mason found himself gasping at times, his mouth slightly parted in awe.Dexter had the natural charisma of a leader, and his signature mask only add
He found him throwing up in the toilet,the drinks Mason had were already messing up his system but he could still sense that someone was with him in the toilet,He smiled when he smelt the familiar scent of Ste-phen but told himself that it was not possible and decided to walk out from the toilet but was carried out by the angry Ste-phen.—------------------------------The next day Mason woke up with a throbing headache,he looked at the table beside him and saw a pill and water,he swallowed the pill and felt better,he rushed to bathroon and took his bathe wandering how he came back home but everything was blur and he decided to leave it be“who kissed you yesterday night?”Ste-phen asked immediately Mason descended the last step.Mason froze, his eyes wide open, threatening to pop out of its socket. How the hell did he know that?!Ste-phen hadn't seen or caught them in the act, so how?“Do not think you can lie to me boy. I can hear your heart beat,” Ste-phen warned, his voice, like s
Mason sniffed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.Seth sighed, assuming Mason wouldn’t open the door, but just as he was about to leave, the door creaked open, revealing Mason with slightly red eyes.Seth took Mason to a nearby restaurant and bought him breakfast. Mason was quiet the whole time, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he stared at the street outside through the large glass windows.“Here,” Seth slid the meal he ordered toward Mason.Mason glanced down at the food, his jaw clenching before shifting his gaze to Seth. “I don’t want to go back to that house.”“I know how you feel. That was a close call,” Seth nodded, his voice calm and understanding. “But… did you really kiss someone last night?”“I was drunk,” Mason defended himself. “I thought I was going out with real friends, not knowing they were only deceiving me. I never knew that was their motive… and Ste-phen didn’t even listen.”“That’s because you lied to him at first. What do you mean by their motive?” S
Mason whimpered as pain struck his waist. It was dull yet sharp—a reminder of how rough Ste-phen had handled him last night.His legs felt weak, making him wonder what would have happened if Ste-phen hadn’t passed out. No, he didn’t want to think about it.He didn’t want to think about any of it.Chatter rose in the classroom. Mason looked up, meeting Dexter’s gaze as he stepped into the class. Dexter’s brows knitted in confusion when he realized Mason had changed his seat.Mason averted his eyes, placing them on his notebook, guilt gnawing at him. Dexter had apologized. Under normal circumstances, it would have been wrong to act this way, but the situation was different now. It was for Dexter’s own good.Without a word, Dexter sat in his usual seat—right beside Mason’s old one.Twilight seized the opportunity, sitting next to him with a bright smile.“Hey, Dexter,” she greeted him.Dexter barely glanced at her before turning back to the board.“What happened between you and the loser
Ste-phen stepped into the class, and the murmurs immediately died down. As usual, girls drooled over him. Bella, on the other hand, breathed in anger.“Cold bastard,” she muttered under her breath.Dexter observed Ste-phen closely. The man’s eyes flicked to Mason's old seat first. His brow creased, scanning the classroom before finally settling on Mason. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment before Mason quickly averted his gaze.Dexter noticed the subtle smirk on Ste-phen’s face before he began his lecture.There was definitely something between them.******It was barely working.Mason knew he was slowly creating hate for himself. Though he was glad Dexter was keeping his distance, he couldn’t help but worry. If Dexter wanted to turn the whole school against him, he could do it effortlessly. But this was for Dexter's own good.He couldn’t afford to let anyone get hurt because of him.He had seen Ste-phen’s half-shift that night. It was terrifying, and the fact that it had taken him—
Handcuffed.Never had Mason thought he would ever wear these. Never in his life did he imagine that one day he’d be this humiliated.He badly wished what was happening to him was a cruel nightmare—a nightmare he desperately wanted to wake up from.But it was real.At this moment, he stared down at his hands, cuffed like a criminal.It triggered a painful memory—a memory seared into his mind. He had just returned from school only to find several cops pinning his father to the floor. One had a gun to his head while others harshly restrained and chained him down.Murderer!“I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill anyone! This is a fucking mistake!” His father, Rowan, cried out while his mother, Yara, struggled helplessly against the officers blocking her path.“Father!” Mason’s eyes welled up as the officers pressed his father’s head hard against the floor, ignoring his cries of pain.“You’re hurting him!” Mason yelled, surging forward, but one of them shoved him aside. “He’s not like that! Let my
“You'll rot here!”Yeah, he heard that, and now those words were finally sinking in.He knew what he did was impulsive and that he should have just kept it in, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to beg. They wouldn't just listen.Mason sighed, lowered his head, staring at the floor and wondering how many hours he was going to spend confined in here.Footsteps echoed, approaching, followed by the clanking sounds of the cell door.Mason looked up at the officer opening his cell.“Someone is here to pick you up.”Was it Ste-phen? Was he back?Mason couldn't help but wonder as they led him through the corridor. However, a slight wave of disappointment washed over him as he sighted the person who had come to pick him up.It was Dexter.Mason scolded himself inwardly. Why in the world was he expecting Ste-phen to be here when the man was out of the country, doing whatever?“Hey, Mason,” Dexter walked past the officer to meet him. He noticed the slight red swell on Mason’s face.
Dexter wanted more. He was seeing Cole, but he was also seeing Mason, just in between his legs and pleasuring him this way.Those lips he had tasted back at the club, he imagined them around his hardness right now. He imagined Mason's gaze locked onto him.“Mason,” he whispered his name before he could stop it.His grip on Cole's hair tightened as Dexter moved his hips, shoving his length deeper. Cole gagged, his free hand gripping the edge of the couch tightly.“Faster, goddammit,” Dexter groaned, his breath heavy as waves of pleasure washed over him. His thighs tensed as Cole increased his pace, Dexter's length hitting the back of his throat with each thrust.A guttural groan tore from Dexter's throat as he released. He held Cole still to take all of it.Dexter threw his head backward, shutting his eyes while Cole began to leave. As the door shut behind Cole with a light thud, Dexter's eyes fluttered open again.“I’m still gonna get him,” he mumbled, clicking his tongue in his mouth
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.