LOGIN"Alphas? Sir Klein, what are you doing here?" Beta Arnold immediately asked the moment he saw us standing right outside the front door of their house."Where is Gerald?" I asked him, my voice cold.."Bedroom. He's in a foul mood," he replied, his forehead furrowing.I just nodded and strode right past him, pushing my way inside."Wait, Sir Klein," Arnold called out, trying to stop me, which made me turn around and glare at him in pure annoyance. "What's going on with him? These past few days, he's been snapping at us constantly," he said, as if I had anything to do with why Gerald was always mad at them."Who in their right mind wouldn't be in a foul mood if your faces were the first things they saw every single day?" I snapped at him, before walking away because he was seriously getting on my nerves—just like the twins.Well, the only reason the twins tagged along behind me was to make sure I was actually going to Gerald and not trying to pull a fast one and escape.They really tho
After everything, a heavy wave of exhaustion washed over Gerald, so he excused himself and went inside their shared bedroom. Meanwhile, Sandro and I stepped out of their house, walking quietly out of the pack members area."Klein?" he called out, making me turn my head to look at him as he spoke my name.I couldn't quite figure out why he had been acting so unusually quiet since earlier. I couldn't read whether something was genuinely bothering him either, because his facial expression gave absolutely nothing away.Well, at least I could tell that something was weighing heavily on his mind, which explained why his lips were pressed into a tight, hard line."What is it?" I asked."About Gerald's pregnancy," he murmured softly, just loud enough for the two of us to hear. "Have you truly accepted everything that’s happening to us right now? Most importantly... what about your current situation with the twins?""What does your question have to do with Gerald's pregnancy?" I asked him, my
"Klein?""What?!" I immediately snapped, my voice laced with pure venom.Every single time he opened his mouth, my soul prepared itself for a fresh circle of hell."I'm hungry," he whined, instantly causing my eyebrows to violently crash together."And what the hell am I supposed to do about it? Is your kitchen a desert completely devoid of food?!" I exploded, throwing my hands up in exasperation.After escaping the clinic drama, we were currently lounging—or rather, I was suffering—slumped across the living room of their house."There is food," he replied with infuriating simplicity."Well, if there is food, why on earth don't you get up, go to the kitchen, and eat like a normal human being?!"Goddess almighty.This walking disaster of a man was going to rocket my blood pressure straight into a fatal stroke."I want you to cook it for me," he demanded, batting his eyelashes like a spoiled toddler."The fuck?! Do your arms suddenly not work?!" I screeched, launching myself half an inc
*A Months Later*"Klein! Come on! I saw an ice cream store over there!" Gerald exclaimed loudly, clutching onto Sandro, who could only shake his head in mild disbelief.With his hyper-energetic bouncing, he looked like a wide-eyed child stepping into a wonderland for the very first time, completely vibrating with excitement over mere ice cream."Are you a kid?" I irritably snapped at him.Because I had lagged far behind the two of them, they suddenly bolted back toward my spot. "You're moving like a snail, Klein!" Gerald pouted dramatically, causing my face to instantly contort into a scowl."The store isn't going to vanish into thin air. What is the absolute point of sprinting there?!" I shot back, deeply annoyed."There are tons of people! We might run out!" he argued back, hooking his arm tightly through mine and dragging both Sandro and me forward."You've been acting completely unhinged these past few days, Gerald," Sandro suddenly commented, raising an eyebrow."Unhinged?" Gera
"Was that our fault?" Lucien asked, his voice a freezing current as he bent slightly to retrieve the dropped pillow from the floor."Why? Of course it fucking was!" Klein shrieked, his voice cracking with humiliation. "You shoved both of your massive, thick cocks straight into my tiny, unprepared hole at the same time! Do you hear me?! Both of you crammed yourselves inside me like animals! And now I feel like my entire lower body has been completely split in half!"The outburst hung heavy in the air, leaving the twins in dead silence.A heartbeat later, Klein muttered under his breath, though it was loud enough for the apex predators to catch every single syllable. "What kind of deranged madman even invents the concept of double-teaming someone's ass with two cocks at once?"At the absurdity of the complaint, a low, unexpected huff of amusement escaped Lysander’s lips. But the second Klein's lethal glare snapped toward him, Lysander instantly cleared his throat, snapping his expressi
– Third Person POV –A suffocating, bone-chilling terror paralyzed Gerald to his core. Sitting dead center in the oppressive silence of the office, trapped directly across from the twin predators Lucien and Lysander, he felt like a lamb cornered by wolves.His head hung heavily, his eyes glued to his lap as his trembling fingers mindlessly picked at one another, a pathetic attempt to ground himself in a nightmare he couldn't wake from.Across the room, Martin and Arnold burned with a helpless fury. Every fiber of their being screamed at them to rush forward, to pull their mate away from the slaughterhouse atmosphere, but their limbs were lead.In a hierarchy this ruthless, stepping out of line without permission was a death sentence—especially when the twin Alphas radiated a fury so volatile it felt like the air itself was combusting."Speak."The single word fell from Lucien’s lips like the drop of a guillotine blade. Gerald jerked violently, his head snapping up out of pure instinct
As soon as we step into our dorm, Sandro heads straight for the kitchen while I make my way to my bedroom to shower. After rinsing off and feeling somewhat human again, I walk out of my room in nothing but my boxers. Sandro’s already settled on the couch, a bottle of beer sitting on the coffee ta
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







