The motel room reeked of cheap perfume and sweat. The blinds were half-closed, letting a sickly orange glow from the neon sign outside wash over tangled sheets. Mason lay back on the bed, one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a look of bored disappointment.
Beside him, an alpha snored softly, his arm thrown across Mason's stomach in a possessive sprawl. Mason glanced at the sleeping man, eyes tracing his face, then downward , and sighed. After being chased out by Ethan , he had to find someone to satisfy him , and he happened to meet a horny bastard at the motel
"Average," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes, he couldn't be satisfied with that small dick , call yourself an alpha with that pencil sized penis is such a disgrace. Carefully, he slid out from under the arm and stood up, grabbing his clothes from the floor. As he buttoned his shirt, he caught his reflection in the cracked mirror , messy hair, smudged eyeliner, and a hollow kind of beauty that came with knowing you were wanted but never loved.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he wanted: Lucian.
It rang twice before a groggy voice answered. "Mason? It's late."
"I know, I know," Mason said, feigning a light laugh. "Couldn't sleep. Thought maybe we could hang out tonight?"
"I can't," Lucian replied immediately. "I'm tired, and I've got work early tomorrow."
Mason's lips curled into a pout even though Lucian couldn't see him. "You're always busy, Luci. You never make time for your friends anymore. What happened to the days when we'd just go out and talk? I guess… maybe I'm not that important now." , he wanted to puke after saying those cringy words from him mouth, gosh if you weren't tied to me ,i would have kicked you out of my life way back
"Mason—"
"No, it's fine," Mason cut in softly, his tone deliberately wounded. "You have your life. I just miss you, that's all."
There was a pause on the other end. Then, reluctantly, Lucian sighed. "Fine. Just for a while."
Mason's smile bloomed, slow and triumphant. "You're the best. Pick you up in thirty."
He hung up before Lucian could change his mind. He smirked , finally Lucien , i would execute my plan on you
Turning back to the bed, he grabbed the wallet from the sleeping alpha's discarded jeans. He flipped it open, plucked a few bills, and stuffed them into his pocket.
"Thanks for nothing," he murmured with a cold smirk, tossing the wallet back before walking out into the buzzing night.
Across the city, in a dark loft lit only by flickering candlelight and the low hum of a video game, Timothy Gray stood before a dartboard. Except it wasn't a dartboard ,it was a photograph of Lucian Dastin, his smiling face now punctured by silver blades.
He threw another dagger. It embedded itself neatly in Lucian's forehead. Timothy exhaled in satisfaction.
Behind him, a man lounged on the couch, controller in hand, eyes fixed on his game. "You ever going to tell me why you're so obsessed with that guy?"
Timothy turned slowly, eyes gleaming as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "It's not just him. It's all of them."
"The Dastins?"
He nodded, swirling the glass. "Their family ruined ours. Their father made a name by crushing others , by crushing my father. The Grays were once respected. Now, we're a joke. Forgotten.". he said as he clenched his fist
"So you're planning revenge?, so that's why you joined the reagent" his friend asked absently, eyes glued to the screen "i was wondering where you got the sudden interest in racing"
Timothy smirked. "Not planning. Executing." He said as he took the whiskey " the reagants is just the beginning of their destruction , sooner or later, they will be on their knees , eating the crumbs we will throw at them"
He raised the dagger, aimed again, and let it fly. It struck Lucian's right eye dead centre.
His friend frowned. "You just made me lose my game."
Timothy only smiled. "Good. Get used to losing. You'll see a lot more of it soon." He said with his gaze looked at Lucien's picture , get prepared Lucien Dastin , you will never be prepared of whats to come , he let out a evil laughter that filled the empty space
His friend looked at him and rolled his eyes as he wore the headphones and restarted the game
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Back at the city's most exclusive club, neon lights pulsed like a heartbeat. In the VIP section, Tracy sat hunched over a glass of sparkling liquor, mascara streaking the corners of her eyes.
"I can't believe this," she slurred, voice trembling. "Do you know what he asked me?"
Her friends leaned in, wide-eyed.
"He—he asked me about my father's company revenue! Like I'm supposed to know that!"
Her friends exchanged looks, trying to suppress their laughter. Tracy groaned dramatically and sank deeper into the couch. "What kind of date is that? Talking about business! God, Hunter Dastin has no sense of romance."
One of the girls patted her arm gently. "You'll find someone better, babe."
Tracy looked at her " someone better?" she scoffed "that is my future husband darling , " she proudly said as she placed her hand on her chest "and soon the world will know me as Tracy Hunter Dastin" she said out loud . her face frowned "but for that i have to get to Hunters good side " just then she paused as she saw a familiar figure across the room
Her eyes widened as she abruptly stood up
"Oh. My. God."
Her finger pointed shakily toward the crowd. "That's Lucian. Hunter's stepbrother."
"Who?" one of her friends asked, confused.
"Lucian Dastin!" she hissed. "You seriously don't know him? The real son to Mr Dastin , sheesh are you even following the trends nowadays "
Her friend followed her gaze. Lucian stood by the bar, laughing faintly as Mason tugged him toward the dance floor "well he looks average to me " she said and received a knock on the head
"only i can say cruel things to my future in law" she said as she looked again to Lucien , but what was he at the club huh?
Tracy's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Well… this just got interesting."
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Lucian sat on a barstool, frowning as Mason ordered another round.
"Why the club?" Lucian asked. "We could've gone anywhere else."
Mason leaned against the counter, grin playful but eyes sharp. "Because, my dear Lucian, you need to relax. You've been working nonstop. Tonight's about fun." He said as he pushed another cocktail at him
Lucian sighed but accepted the drink Mason pushed toward him. "One. Then I'm leaving."
"Deal," Mason said smoothly.
Lucian took slow sips, his eyes wandering across the club , the haze of smoke, the laughter, the glint of glasses under colored lights. And then he saw her.
Tracy.
Her wide eyes locked on his for a split second before she panicked, ducking behind the booth like a guilty child, he watched her as she walked squatting down to run away , please don't see me , please don't see me, Tracy thought as she made her excuse
Lucian blinked, confused. What the hell?, who the hell was that lady
He shook his head. Weird.
Behind him, Mason's hand slipped casually over his glass. A faint swirl, a drop of powder dissolving soundlessly into the drink.
"Here," Mason said, pushing it back toward him. "You didn't finish."
Lucian looked at him and sighed "so persistent" , then lifted it again and drank.
Across the room, Tracy peeked from her hiding spot and sighed in relief. "Close one."
She checked the photo she'd snapped seconds earlier , Lucian at the bar, unaware. Perfect lighting, perfect angle. She grinned, typing quickly into her phone.
To: Hunter
Guess who I saw at the club tonight? xoxo — your stepbrother.
Send.
Her smirk widened. Bonus points for me. She said excitedly ,will he thank me afterwards for being a responsible future wife , of course he had to, she sighed proudly
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Lucian's head was starting to spin. The music blurred, lights streaking across his vision. His throat felt dry, his skin hot.
He stumbled off the barstool, gripping the edge of a table to steady himself. Something wasn't right.
His breathing hitched. No… I can't be— not here.
He pushed through the crowd toward the bathroom, splashing water onto his face. His reflection looked pale and unfocused.
"What's happening to me…" he whispered. I cant be on heat he thought
The door creaked open behind him. Four alphas stepped inside, their scents heavy and suffocating.
The tallest one smirked, locking the door with a click.
"So this is the omega we're supposed to… meet."
Lucian's eyes widened as he looked at them as he stepped back, realizing too late he was trapped, their pheromones started to fill the empty space
Back in the club, Mason sat alone at the table, swirling the last of his drink with a lazy grin.
He leaned back, eyes half-lidded, a whisper of satisfaction curling through his voice.
"Have a good time in there… my dear Lucian."