The Mated Human; Twice Mated, Never Free

Jeremiah froze. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin and breathy moans echoed through his girlfriend's room. His heart dropped as he stood, paralysed, unable to turn away. They were so into the pleasure that they didn't even notice his presence. “Becca…,” Jeremiah choked out and silence fell instantly. “Who the fuck is that?” the man beneath Becca growled, his gaze locking onto Jeremiah first. Becca whipped her head around, eyes wide with horror. "Oh my God, Jeremiah," she scrambled off the man’s lap, grabbing a blanket to shield her body. “Why are you here? I thought you said you would be going to the library first!” she gasped “So this is why you refused to come with me?”Jeremiah didn’t move. His voice cracked through a sob. "How could you do this to me?" “Oh, is that the boyfriend?” the stranger scoffed, rising from the bed, completely naked. He reached for Becca, pulling her possessively against him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Becca has told me a lot abou

Jeremiah was trapped in a nightmare.Again.Reliving every horror he longed to forget, every memory he buried deep but never truly escaped.He saw himself. The boy he used to be. The boy who died the day his father shut the door quietly, like he was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mistake.He kept asking himself what he had done wrong to deserve abandonment. Why did his father dispose of him like he was a useless pair of mismatched socks? Home had never been a place of warmth for him. It was only filled with cold memories. And pain.When he pleaded for help, desperate and terrified, the adults just brushed him off and always chose to look the other way. No one had ever done anything for him. No one noticed when the shadows swallowed him whole. Or maybe they did. Maybe they just didn’t care.No one had tried to stop the monster from taking him. The monster with dead eyes. The one who spoke in growls and carved suffering into his skin. The man who shattered him. No one tried to sa

Jeremiah’s eyes fluttered open, his hurting eyes assaulted by the harsh sunlight streaming through the window.A deep, throbbing pain pulsed in his chest, dragging a quiet groan from his lips. The sharp ache reminded him that yesterday wasn’t just some twisted nightmare.His ex-girlfriend had cheated. And her crazed lover had shot him. Yet he was still alive. Somehow.Voices filtered through the door, low and animated and he couldn’t make out the words. Jeremiah's memory of what happened was foggy at best, but one thing stood out crystal clear, piercing blue eyes. The one who claimed to be Xander’s brother. The one who’d hovered over him with too many questions and an intrusive intensity.Was he still here?Jeremiah swallowed hard, slipping out of the room and into the hallway. It wasn't hard to spot Xander in the living room, but his focus was fixed on the broad man who made Xander's 5’8” frame look almost childlike in comparison. The man's dark hair was slicked back out of his face

Nox Zephyr leaned forward, a twisted smirk curling across his lips as the man beneath him sobbed harder."Tch. Don't embarrass yourself. Real men don't cry.”Rocco’s cries only deepened, his body trembling violently against the restraints pinning him to the filthy bed, now soaked with blood and vomit. But he was far from dying. Not yet.Nox straightened to his full length with a bored sigh, his eyes briefly scanning the room before drifting back to the pitiful man."This wasn’t how it was supposed to go," he muttered, his fingers brushing the assortment of weapons scattered across the nearby drawer.“P-please,” Rocco croaked, voice hoarse and ragged from the acid Nox had forced down his throat earlier."It would have been easier to gut you when I had the chance earlier," Nox said, laughing low in his chest, the sound unhinged. "But I figured it’d be more fun to let you suffer. You know why?”Rocco whimpered in response, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth."I want you to die

Jeremiah stepped out of his room, wandering quietly into the dim hallway. He’d curled under his sheets, tossing, turning, trying to force sleep, but it was a lost cause. His mind wouldn’t quit replaying his awkward reaction to Everett’s question, suffocating under the weight of his own thoughts.It was like his heart was calling for something. Or someone.But that was ridiculous. Jeremiah had nothing, no one.Despite pushing his worries aside, Jeremiah couldn't stop pondering his embarrassing reaction to Everett's question. He still couldn't believe he went into panic just from a simple tease.He wished he were normal. That he had grown up in a happy family with plenty of love and care. He wished he wasn't so alone. That he wasn’t always this broken and anxious. He wished he could laugh at all Everett jokes like anyone else and not panic, but it's all just wishful thinking. “Jeremiah?”A deep voice snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts and back to reality.Jeremiah jolted, head