Se connecterThe moment our first class finally came to an end, I bolted out of the classroom as fast as my legs could carry me, desperate to put as much distance between myself and Gerald and Sandro as humanly possible.As for how that first class went, absolutely nothing good came out of it. The entire hour was ruined by the sharp, suffocating stares the other students kept throwing in our direction. They were unrelenting with their hushed whispers—hissing insults and rumors to one another in voices just loud enough for us to intentionally overhear."Klein! Klein, wait for us!" Sandro’s voice rang out loudly from behind me, echoing down the crowded hallway. I didn't even bother turning my head back to acknowledge him. I kept my eyes straight ahead, picking up my pace as I navigated down the stairwell until I stepped out into the open courtyard outside our academic building. My stomach gave an uncomfortable growl, signaling that I needed to find the university cafeteria. Since I had absolutely
I stood completely frozen, incapable of making a single movement as my eyes stayed glued to him. While staring at him without so much as blinking, I watched tears stream endlessly down his face. Before I could even register what was happening, he closed the distance between us with wide, hurried strides and threw his arms around me in a crushing embrace."It really is you, Klein!" Sandro cried out, his voice choked with tears as he held onto me tightly.It was true. It was really Sandro. My former roommate—the very person I had been praying to run into again. And now, here he was. Standing right in front of me, wrapping his arms around me with every ounce of strength he had.After a moment, he slowly loosened his grip and pulled back from the hug. He looked up at me with a soft smile gracing his lips, even as fresh tears continued to spill over his eyelashes and down his cheeks."I really didn't expect that I'd ever see you again. Both you and Gerald," he said, his voice trembling s
"Klein, are you excited?"I turned my head toward Gerald when I heard his question. I couldn't stop my brows from knitting together in a heavy frown as I looked at him, completely baffled by what he had just said."If you ask me, I'm really excited," Gerald continued, his voice carrying a soft, hopeful lift. "Because finally, we get to study in a real school, not like the place where we grew up. That old place only knew how to teach us one thing—how to obey those who were placed above us. You know, we should probably still consider ourselves lucky that they at least taught us how to read and write.""There's nothing to be excited about," I replied coldly, snapping my gaze away from him."You don't feel even a little bit of happiness?" he asked again, leaning slightly closer as if searching my face for any trace of emotion.Happiness?Was I supposed to feel happy just because we were being sent to study at an actual university?"None," I answered simply, keeping my voice utterly devoid
"Ahh... ahhh... slow down..." my helpless moans echoed softly, trembling in the tight space as Lysander’s massive length steadily drove in and out of my hole. Every single thrust was deep, unrelenting, and overwhelming, burning through my senses until I could barely think straight."F-fuck... slow down, will you?!" I almost screamed at him, but the panic hit me instantly. I slammed both of my hands over my mouth, suddenly remembering that we weren't alone in this building—there were still ordinary people walking around just outside our cubicle.I’m terrified they might hear us. Fuck!.How in the hell did I end up trapped in a fucked-up situation like this?!Just a little while ago, I was simply trying on the clothes they picked out for me in the fitting room. And now? Now I was completely trapped between these twin Alphas, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow.I knew what I was supposed to do. I should be pushing them away with all the strength I had left. I should be scream
"Klein, are you okay?" Gerald asked softly from beside me.I was sitting in silence inside a high-end clothing boutique while the twin Alphas and their two Betas browsed through rack after rack of designer outfits. Gerald took a seat right next to me, and I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, studying my expression."I’m really not in the mood to talk, Gerald," I warned him through clenched teeth, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. "If you don't want me to take out my frustration on you because of those bitches, you’d better move away from me."To distract myself, I pretended to be deeply invested in looking over the displays around us."I'm staying right here beside you," Gerald insisted stubbornly.I whipped my head around to glare at him in annoyance, but he merely offered me a sweet, unflappable smile."I'm already used to your attitude anyway, Klein, so it doesn't bother me as much anymore," he continued smoothly. "Just please... don't release your pheromones
"Darling, are you alright?".I snapped back to my senses when I heard Lysander’s voice calling out to me. I looked up at him, then over at Lucien – both of them were staring at me with intense, unblinking eyes that made me feel uneasy. I quickly looked away from them, not wanting to meet their gaze, and didn’t bother answering Lysander’s question. My mind was still racing with Keno’s plan, trying to figure out how to make it work."Will it work?" I asked Keno quietly inside my mind, my thoughts focused solely on the idea of pretending to change just to earn their trust.> "I don't know. The twins are too sharp and perceptive," Keno replied honestly, his voice serious and thoughtful. "But let's try – we don’t have any other options right now. Wait, much better if you act naturally, Klein." He added, and I furrowed my brow slightly as I looked down at my plate."What do you mean?". I asked him, still confused about how to approach this new plan.> "Just act like you usually do in front
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
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







