“What do you mean I can’t go with him?”“We appreciate you bringing him in, sir, but you’re an elf.” The doctor looked down his nose at Wimer Aslix. It took all of his self-control not to throw the doctor across the room.“He’s my friend.”“A wolf would not be friends with an elf. Please wait outside, if you must.”“This is bullshit,” Wimer Aslix snapped and turned around.He left the emergency room and went outside. He needed comfort and he needed … something. He touched the mental link to Bosy.We’ll be there soon.They won’t let me in to see him. They … they won’t …It’s okay, darling. We’ll be there soon.I’m a fucking elf so they won’t let me in to see him. I—Ciel Karhillaz has already called Lee Sooman, and he’s throwing a fit. Just … I’ll be there in five minutes, okay?Okay.Wimer Aslix did not cut the connection, but paced outside of the hospital until the others showed up. The van pulled to a stop and Alta was the first one out of the doors, furious beyond furious. He was a
“I am leaving the security guards with you. And they will accompany you to your house,” Sooman said. “Please don’t stay the night, Alta Presion, not matter how much you want to. Okay? We don’t need the wolves more pissed off. I have to get back to the office. I will send security to the elf hospital as well and escort the other two home.”The three nodded.Sooman and one other man left. They heard his voice bellowing at the doctor down the hall. The other three security guards went outside.And Alta pounced, kissing Francel fiercely. “You’re stupid.”Francel shook his head. “Should I have left Wimer Aslix alone to fight them off?”“Of course not, but … fuck. Your pack leader.”“What does this mean?” Ciel Karhillaz said. “You both sound like it’s the end of the world.”“When you go against your pack, or refuse a direct order from your pack leader, you’re kicked out. It’s like you no longer exist.” Francel sighed.“But … but that’s a good thing, right?” Alta said. “Now you don’t have to
The five of them met in the living room.“I think we need to decide what to do before Sooman gets here,” Francel said. “I have always just wanted to sing and dance, but I don’t want to see any of us attacked or injured again.”Bosy nodded. “With me being a clan leader, there’s a chance that people may try to kill me.”“Good luck with that,” Alta muttered.“Or they might try to hurt all of you to get to me.”“God damn, Miyavi!” Wimer Aslix shouted.“Don’t, Su. He was right. I never should have tried to leave them. It’s my own fault.”“I know, but I still hate him for what he did to you.”“So what do we do?” Ciel Karhillaz asked. “Give up? Be done?”Silence greeted this comment.Alta Presion shrugged. “I want to keep sticking it to them, you know? Proving assholes like Heechul wrong. There’s nothing wrong with not being a faerie. Yes, we’re way prettier than all of you, but you all have your good points, too.”The others nodded. Francel put his arm around Alta Presion and kissed his for
“Be nice, Alta,” Francel said.Alta grabbed the tail of Francel’s costume. “Can we keep the tail?”Francel smiled. “Why?”“It’s soft,” Alta whispered and trailed it through his fingers. “It won’t chafe my wrists.”Francel growled before he could stop it.“God, knock it off,” Wimer Aslix snapped.“Smile, hyungs,” Ciel Karhillaz said and suddenly appeared holding a camera. The others rolled their eyes, but Alta immediately smiled and batted his eyelashes at the camera.“You look perfect in that lion suit, hyung.”“Why thank you, Minnie. You look silly.”Ciel Karhillaz scoffed.“Why are you filming this?” Bosy asked.“To put on our website. I was talking to Athena the other day and she said we should start filming us together, show the world how we get along and crap.”More than one of them scoffed.But Alta smiled again. “Great idea.” He hooked his arm around Francel’s shoulder and said, “This is Francel, best looking werewolf in the entire universe.”Francel smiled and put his arm arou
Naked skin. Muscles. Broad shoulders. Abs and thick legs and angled hip bones.Ken didn’t think he could be any more disgusted.And then Bosy smiled at him, greasy, lustful, excited.“Pick one, Ken-ah, or I’ll just buy one for you.”“Don’t waste your money. I don’t need one.”Bosy rolled his eyes. “It’s not about needs, man. It’s about flesh and ass and come and—Okay, so it is about needs.”Ken snorted. “Just hurry up and let’s get out of here.”“Don’t rush me. Choosing a new slave is a delicate operation.”Ken shoved hands into the pockets of his hoody. He followed quietly after Bosy. Most of the men, Bosy passed by, but there were a couple where he’d stop and lift their chins, or run fingers over their exposed skin. He always laughed when they would shiver.“Ooh, this one is pretty,” Bosy crooned.Ken looked up and right into deep brown eyes. Angled cheek bones. Delicate lips. Ice blond hair. Piercing eyes. He was shorter than Ken, but with broad, muscled shoulders and arms. His bod
“I’ll be back in about an hour,” Ken said.“Okay. Can I make some coffee?”“Of course.”Ken ran, pushing himself until his legs were sore and his breath was labored way before he was done. His ex-trainer would have been screaming at him to slow down, but Ken knew he deserved this. Used it to punish himself for owning someone.He walked the last few minutes, body aching as he returned home. He unlocked the door, took his shoes off and walked into the living room. He stopped in his tracks and stared.Meer was on the living floor, feet planted, hands planted on both sides of his head. His body was in a perfect arch. All he wore were sweat pants. He took a deep breath and then walked his hands toward his feet, bending his body further. The muscles in his stomach and chest stood out even more.Ken licked his lips, body perilously close to revealing how hot Meer looked. He tore his eyes away from that body and then turned away, moving but running right into a side table.Meer’s eyes flew op
The next day was the same. Meer woke him up at five thirty, he went running, came home to have breakfast made and coffee ready and clothes laid out for him. He went to work, called Meer three times just to talk, and accomplished more in his morning than he had the whole previous day. Bosy didn’t pay Meer a visit, and Ken was able to rest easier and concentrate.It wasn’t until he was home, eating another fabulously home-cooked meal, that he realized something: Meer wore the same pants and same tank top that he had on the first day.Ken called his secretary’s personal cell. “Yoona? Sorry to bug you at home, but I need you to do me a favor tomorrow.”“Anything, Ken.”“Tr
When he opened his mouth again, Ken said, “Save it. I’m doing it whether you like it or not.”Meer pouted.They left JiYong with instructions to have everything delivered to the Might family tailor. There were a few things Meer left with, and those were sent to Ken’s car by messenger.The second store treated them the same at first, but as soon as Ken suggested a substantial service fee, they allowed Meer to try on clothes. By the third store, rumors had spread that the Might Family Heir was on a shopping spree, and they were more than welcomed every where they went. He bought Meer his own cell phone and music player and more movies than Meer could watch in a month. They went to the sports supply store to buy Meer shoes and workout clothes.“Are you tired of trying on clothes?” Ken asked after they left the bookstore where Ken bought everything Meer had shown an interest in. The sun was setting, and all around the district, bright lights turned on.Meer gave him an eager smile. “Are y