All Chapters of The Lycan's fated weak mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He found him throwing up in the toilet,the drinks Mason had were already messing up his system but he could still sense that someone was with him in the toilet,He smiled when he smelt the familiar scent of Ste-phen but told himself that it was not possible and decided to walk out from the toilet but was carried out by the angry Ste-phen.—------------------------------The next day Mason woke up with a throbing headache,he looked at the table beside him and saw a pill and water,he swallowed the pill and felt better,he rushed to bathroon and took his bathe wandering how he came back home but everything was blur and he decided to leave it be“who kissed you yesterday night?”Ste-phen asked immediately Mason descended the last step.Mason froze, his eyes wide open, threatening to pop out of its socket. How the hell did he know that?!Ste-phen hadn't seen or caught them in the act, so how?“Do not think you can lie to me boy. I can hear your heart beat,” Ste-phen warned, his voice, like s

Mason whimpered as pain struck his waist. It was dull yet sharp—a reminder of how rough Ste-phen had handled him last night.His legs felt weak, making him wonder what would have happened if Ste-phen hadn’t passed out. No, he didn’t want to think about it.He didn’t want to think about any of it.Chatter rose in the classroom. Mason looked up, meeting Dexter’s gaze as he stepped into the class. Dexter’s brows knitted in confusion when he realized Mason had changed his seat.Mason averted his eyes, placing them on his notebook, guilt gnawing at him. Dexter had apologized. Under normal circumstances, it would have been wrong to act this way, but the situation was different now. It was for Dexter’s own good.Without a word, Dexter sat in his usual seat—right beside Mason’s old one.Twilight seized the opportunity, sitting next to him with a bright smile.“Hey, Dexter,” she greeted him.Dexter barely glanced at her before turning back to the board.“What happened between you and the loser

Handcuffed.Never had Mason thought he would ever wear these. Never in his life did he imagine that one day he’d be this humiliated.He badly wished what was happening to him was a cruel nightmare—a nightmare he desperately wanted to wake up from.But it was real.At this moment, he stared down at his hands, cuffed like a criminal.It triggered a painful memory—a memory seared into his mind. He had just returned from school only to find several cops pinning his father to the floor. One had a gun to his head while others harshly restrained and chained him down.Murderer!“I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill anyone! This is a fucking mistake!” His father, Rowan, cried out while his mother, Yara, struggled helplessly against the officers blocking her path.“Father!” Mason’s eyes welled up as the officers pressed his father’s head hard against the floor, ignoring his cries of pain.“You’re hurting him!” Mason yelled, surging forward, but one of them shoved him aside. “He’s not like that! Let my

Dexter wanted more. He was seeing Cole, but he was also seeing Mason, just in between his legs and pleasuring him this way.Those lips he had tasted back at the club, he imagined them around his hardness right now. He imagined Mason's gaze locked onto him.“Mason,” he whispered his name before he could stop it.His grip on Cole's hair tightened as Dexter moved his hips, shoving his length deeper. Cole gagged, his free hand gripping the edge of the couch tightly.“Faster, goddammit,” Dexter groaned, his breath heavy as waves of pleasure washed over him. His thighs tensed as Cole increased his pace, Dexter's length hitting the back of his throat with each thrust.A guttural groan tore from Dexter's throat as he released. He held Cole still to take all of it.Dexter threw his head backward, shutting his eyes while Cole began to leave. As the door shut behind Cole with a light thud, Dexter's eyes fluttered open again.“I’m still gonna get him,” he mumbled, clicking his tongue in his mouth

Thud!Ste-phen carelessly dropped them to the floor and tucked his casually into his pocket.“Where the hell is your chief?” he asked in a deep baritone voice.*******The slightly shorter middle-aged man stepped into the room where Ste-phen was waiting with his arms folded.The Chief’s face was hard. Someone dared to harass not only one but two officers! And even asked for his presence! How daring!He had asked his boys why they didn't put him in jail already, but they seemed a little afraid, as this same dude had threatened them that he would snap their heads off if they dared to touch him.He could tell this man had a menacing aura, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.“You asked for me?” the Chief raised a brow.Ste-phen, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, glanced up and met his gaze.The Chief found the face familiar, and as he slowly remembered, his eyes widened like that of a full moon.“M... Mr. Black?” he stuttered, instinctively taking a step back. “