บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan's fated weak mate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Heart racing and pounding loud in his ear, chest heaving as he weaved his way around the people in his way. His eyes caught a basket of tomatoes, and effortlessly he jumped over it, hearing the owner yell after him."Stop!"Mason glanced at the group of boys chasing after him. Are they not tired? He could barely feel his legs, his strength wearing thin as they had been chasing him for almost an hour.His fist clenched. He couldn't give up; he needed to lose them. If they got to him, it would be over. His rib still hurt, and the doctor had warned him he might have internal bleeding if the bullying didn’t stop. He couldn't afford to get hospitalized, not with so much else to worry about.He glanced back again, just to keep their distance in check, but found them gone. Had he lost them? He halted for a moment—they were nowhere in sight. Gripping his bag closer, he headed for the next corner but was welcomed by a punch to his face.Mason fell, nose bleeding. His head spun as he hit the gr

The class began as Professor Ste-phen continued from where the old lecturer had left off. His voice was thick yet smooth. Each time his gaze met Mason's, Mason quickly looked away.Why did it affect him? Was it the same for everyone else?Mason's eyes darted around the room. He noticed the girls were practically drooling over him, their faces lighting up whenever Professor Ste-phen's gaze fell in their direction.Mason couldn't concentrate. He then decided to fix his eyes on his book.The class seemed to drag on, finally ending after an hour. Professor Ste-phen was good—smooth in his teaching, his accent impeccable.The girls clapped as he wrapped up his lecture, drawing out the list of names in the class."Sarah Martin," he called out with ease, his voice filling the room."Present, sir," a girl exclaimed excitedly from the back."Is this some kind of freaking high school or something?" Mason heard Aurthur mutter under his breath.Professor Ste-phen's piercing gaze snapped to Aurthur

The vortex spun Mason around, a dizzying dance of light and darkness. He felt a strange pressure on his chest, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his lungs. He gasped for air, his vision blurring. When the spinning stopped, Mason found himself standing in a vast, empty room. The walls were made of a smooth, gray stone, and the air was thick with a strange, metallic scent. He looked around, his eyes wide with fear, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was alone. Ste-phen was gone. “Hello?” he called out, his voice echoing through the empty chamber. “Ste-phen? Where are you?” Silence. Only the faint hum of energy, a constant, unsettling background noise. Mason walked towards the center of the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He felt a sense of unease, a feeling that he was being watched. He reached out and touched the smooth, cold stone wall, his hand trembling slightly. Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of him, emerging from the shadows. It was a tall

The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced across the walls, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. Ste-phen's heart raced as he pulled Mason closer, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle that had long been separated. He could feel Mason's warm breath against his skin, a tantalizing reminder of the vulnerability they shared in this moment. Mason's eyes, wide with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, searched Ste-phen's face for reassurance. It was clear that this was new territory for him, and Ste-phen felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. He had never thought of himself as someone who would take the lead, but something about Mason stirred a primal instinct within him. "Are you sure about this?" Ste-phen asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He needed to know that Mason was willing, that he wasn’t just swept up in the heat of the moment. Mason nodded slowly, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and shyness. "I want this," he replied, hi

The buzzing loud music was beginning to irritate Mason’s ears, and the smoke in the air made his stomach churn slightly, making him nauseous.He didn't really like it here. He didn't belong. The people around him were way out of his league.His eyes swept across the room once again—women grinding against men, dancing to the wild rhythm of the music.Many had dark ink tattoos sprawled across their bodies, piercings adorning their faces. Some didn’t, but their clothes were far from decent.It was like stepping into a whole new world. Strange. Intriguing.It terrified him, but deep down, he wanted to stay a little longer.Besides, he couldn’t leave without seeing his new friend, Dexter. That would upset him.Dennis approached a particular lady. She had short, dark red-dyed hair, and two rings on her lower lip that made her look even more attractive.She was wearing a tight black dress that clung to her body, accentuating every curve. It barely covered her well-shaped, alluring backside.