MasukI almost lost my breath as cold, suffocating fear crept through my entire system the moment I heard his voice.I couldn't miss the dead, blank expression on Lucien's face as his sharp eyes stared straight through me."I think we should go. Our mate must be inside our cabin now," Beta Arnold broke the suffocating, bated-breath tension that hung heavily between us.As they began to walk past, Martin briefly paused by my side and murmured quietly, "Be ready for their punishment, sir Klein." With that warning, the group finally headed down the stairs.Left behind, the three of us stood in absolute silence, locked in a fierce staring contest right in the middle of the hallway.In that exact moment, every fiber of my mind was screaming at me to turn around, run for my life, and find the darkest hiding place I could.But of course, I am Klein. I was stubbornly hardheaded. I refused to cower or back down, even if my knees were trembling violently beneath me.Naturally, I did my absolute best
"Fuck. You smell so nice, Klein.""L-Let go! Fuck you, asshole!!" I shouted this time, hoping against hope that the librarian would hear us.Despite the heavy weakness draining my strength, I still tried my best to break free from his suffocating grip. He was trapping me hard, blanketing the space with his heavy, coercive pheromones."Let me sniff that neck of yours, and find a better place to mark you, baby," he whispered softly, his breath hot against my skin as he started sniffing the crook of my neck."No! Get away from me! Asshole! This is not funny!""Hmmm. Nice. This skin of yours is begging me to mark it—""Klein? Klein, are you in here?"My eyes widened in sheer shock, and immediate relief flooded my chest when I heard Gerald's voice echoing through the aisles."Fuck!! I'm here! I'm right here at the corner—Hummm!""Shut up!" Caspian hissed, slamming his hand hard over my mouth to cut me off."Klein?" This time, it was Sandro's voice ringing out. "Klein? You don't even need t
"Are you sure you don't want me to tag along?" Gerald asked as we walked down the quiet,hallway leading directly toward our academic building.I simply offered a quiet nod, completely lacking the energy or patience to answer a question that had already been repeating endlessly from his lips like a broken record.The moment we stepped through the heavy glass doors of the building, I immediately broke away from the group.My destination at the moment was the university library, because I had absentmindedly left my mandatory textbook behind back at the packhouse dorm.There were still a scattering of students roaming the halls at this hour, since there were a few precious minutes left before the afternoon lecture blocks officially commenced.Upon arriving at the expansive library, I naturally gave the head librarian a nod to inquire about the exact aisle and shelf number where I could locate the required volume.After that, I quickly tracked down the correct section, and just like what
"Klein, are you alright?"I slowly lifted my head when I heard Gerald's voice. It was only then that I noticed all of them were staring straight at me."I'm fine," I muttered indifferently, quickly looking away and forcing my attention back to the food on my plate.It was already lunchtime. And just like our usual routine, we were eating out here in the garden. But ever since I stepped foot on campus this morning, through every single passing class, I felt completely out of it. My mind had been miles away, trapped deep in thought because of what happened last night.No matter how hard I tried to force it out of my head, the memory seemed permanently etched into my mind—especially Lucien’s face as he begged me not to hurt him.His expression. His aura that night. It was worlds away from the demonic, ruthless Lucien I had first come to know.He looked so fragile and innocent that even I—try as I might to deny it to myself—wanted to protect him at all costs. His vulnerable self was sl
After what happened, I was currently leaning against the headboard of the bed, while Lysander’s head rested quietly and softly on my stomach.He had calmed down, but I could still feel the lingering tension in his body.And fuck!I don't even know how the hell I ended up in this situation. I let him use me as his fucking pillow! Something that I never openly allow anyone to do!But now, here the fuck I am, half-lying on the bed, while I softly comb through his fucking hair like he’s some kind of child who won't sleep unless his mother brushes his hair for him."Darling?"My gaze dropped down the moment I heard his voice."Hmm?"My eyes squeezed shut in annoyance at how utterly soft I was being toward this man.> "You just unknowingly have a soft spot for them after knowing what they went through. Especially since you had the exact same tragic childhood, Klein," Keno had told me earlier, leaving me completely speechless.Well, that's true... I suppose.After hearing Lysander's story a
Lucien looked down at me, his hollow, haunted eyes searching my face with a terrifying intensity, desperately trying to discern whether I was telling the truth or luring him into another trap. The silence hanging over the balcony was suffocating, heavy with the phantom reek of old violence."Lucien, let's go," Lysander murmured softly, breaking the agonizing quiet.His voice acted like a tether, drawing Lucien’s distant, broken focus away from me. Slowly, like a shattered doll being guided by string, Lucien gave a fragile nod. Lysander stepped forward with infinite caution, his hands moving deliberately slow as he gently wrapped a firm hand around his twin's trembling arm. He began leading him off the veranda and back into the dark corridor, their footsteps echoing like a funeral march.I was left utterly alone in the chilling drafts of the night, rooted to the balcony floor. My mind spiraled out of control, reeling in visceral horror from the grotesque scene I had just witnessed.>
Morning comes too soon, and I’m still lying in bed. I didn’t sleep at all last night my mind was too full of thoughts to rest. Now I have no energy to get up and attend the worthless classes this university forces on us.When you really think about it, what good are their lessons? What’s the point
Klein's POVThe only sounds I can hear right now are the crack of whips and screams echoing off the stone walls. I watched them, trembling, begging, crying as the heartless guards punish them here in the dungeon.I shake my head in disgust. “Pathetic. What good does crying and pleading do when they
Third Person POV Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room."F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of wha
I practically fly up each step of the stairs, desperate to catch up to him before it's too late.When I burst out of the building, I see dozens of students gathered together, each clutching the same dark red box he'd been given.I can see the mix of sorrow, anxiety, and terror in their eyes. They h







