Chapter 4

Weak, lowly human... Not just a human, but a male. A fucking male, bullied by his own peers. He was full of shit.

The moon goddess was certainly playing tricks on him.

After centuries of searching, filled with the hope of finding his female mate—the one he desired above all—he ended up with a male.

His beta had been right. He was cursed never to be happy. How could he have thought the moon goddess would forgive him after what he had done years ago?

The heavens would torment him until the end of his immortal life. Why not just end him as punishment instead of tormenting him this way?

Lucian eyes settled on the unconscious boy laying on his king sized bed. His body full of bruises, some old, some fresh. Just how weak his mate is?

His dark eyes observed his face close.

The boy's face was delicate, paled beneath the bruise and scratches that marred his skin. His breath were shallow, with each rise and fall if his chest reminding Lucian of how fragile he was.

Lucian was twice his size—a far cry from the strong, fierce, beautiful mate he had craved for all these years.

Every fiber of his being resented this bond, feeling like a curse—a twisted joke that gnawed at his soul. He rebelled against the invisible strings that tied their souls together, yet he could feel them pulling him towards the boy on the bed.

Lucian leaned closer, his breath brushing against the boy's skin. The scent overwhelmed him, faint yet buried beneath blood and sweat.

He hated it. He hated him.

What was his name again? Ethan Waves.

"Damn the moon goddess," Lucian growled, his cold eyes fixed on the boy.

Ethan stirred slightly, his lips parting in a soft whimper, although he didn’t wake up. For a fleeting moment, Lucian’s gaze softened before bitterness and anger returned.

The boy would break under his pressure.

He had almost killed those assholes from last night. He enjoyed torturing them, almost killing them, and savoring their screams. This was his mate, after all.

Fuck. He hated the possessiveness he felt toward boy. The urge to destroy anyone who hurt him. He loathed it.

The boy's stirred again, this time his eyes fluttered open, meeting with his gaze.

He gasped and shifted away from him in a haste, a frown settled upon his face.

"Pro... Professor Lucian?" He stuttered, darting his eye around the room. "W..what am I doing here?... Why am I here? What is this place?"

He asks a lot of questions, and have a bad retentive memories. Lucian took note of those points.

Okay. This is all bullshit. He should just go with rejection instead. He can't keep up with this.

"I Lucian Draven reject you Ethan Wave as my mate" Lucian said, his voice cold as he waited for the boy's reaction.

Nothing.

Ethan only stared at him confusion, a frown settled on his face.

No pain on his chest? Like his heart was squeezing?

Ah right, he doesn't have a wolf. He was a human.

Ethan suddenly hissed at the pain on his body, his hand rubbed on his rib region. Then, his eyes snapped wide open, his began to race as he shifted his gaze to him.

"You..." He paused. "You were in my room last night... That wasn't a dream? You... What are you? You had glowing eyes"

Lucian sighed, maybe once he accept the rejection, all of these would be over.

"Accept the rejection, Ethan" he demanded, eyes cold as he waited for the boy to speak. Instead, he quickly jumped down from the bed and ran to the door to dash other.

Just as Ethan was about to reach the door, a strong wind brush his skin, and Lucian's hand wrapped around his neck, slamming him to the wall.

He winced as the pain that shot through his spine.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lucian growled, his eyes flashing color for a fleeting moment.

"Please let me go. Please don't kill me" Ethan sobbed.

'Fuck, such a crybaby' Lucian thought, then something struck his mind. A sly smile crept on his lips.

"Fine, I won't kill you. But only on one condition, Ethan" Lucian could hear Ethan racing heart. Seeing creatures fear him, oddly intrigued him but it wasn't the case for this boy. He need to get this over with.

"Accept my rejection and I'll let you go" Lucian demanded.

"I don't know the fuck you're talking about" the boy trembled under his hold.

Lucian let out a low rumble of frustration. "Fine repeat after me. I Ethan Wave accept your rejection, Lucian Draven"

"I, Ethan Wave accept your rejection, Lucian Draven" he said quickly.

Lucian felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. The string tying their soul together was still there. His jaw clenched hard. This wasn't right. The rejection should severe the bond, shattering the chain that bind him with this fragile human.

Yet it was still there, strong. Gnawing at his soul.

"Fucking damnit" he growled.

Ethan whimpered, his hold around his neck was getting tighter. He asked "You said you'll let go.. Did.. I do it wrong?"

Lucian let out a low growled. He would do it again.

"I Lucian Draven reject you Ethan Wave as my mate" he repeated and instructed. "now repeat what you said earlier"

He seemed to catch on and accepted the rejected. Yet nothing. The bond remained the same. It was driving him nuts.

He released and moved away from the boy before he squeeze the life out of him, and end him right there. In which would destroy him completely.

Ethan saw that he distracted, occupied by rage and confusion. His eyes spot a random key on the small shelf, siezed the opportunity and dashed out of the room only to meet the spacious living room, bath with wealth and luxury, well furnished and grand.

Just how rich was this man? Who was he? His space was overwhelming-- a display of wealth and power. The wall lined with ancient priceless arts, framed with gold, crystal chandelier hund at the center of the room, casting a soft glow. The ground made of plush dark carper, far luxurious for his dirty feet.

He haven't encounter such a luxurious place before, but then reminded himself of his situation. His eyes search frantically for the door, and when he spot it, his feet quickened towards it.

He searched for a key hole, but found none. It was a high tech door, that can be open through a fingerprint, key card or face identification.. which means, Lucian was the only one who can open the door.

"Oh God"

"And where do you think you're going?" Lucian’s voice made his voice ran cold. Not only just because of his voice, but because, he could feel his hard chest pressing against his back.

Ethan didn't even hear his footstep coming close, how did he got to him like a flash. His eyes shut, waiting for the man to tear him apart, but instead he heard beep and his eyes opened only to see the door slipping open.

Ethan didn't waste a second stormed out before the door could close. Just before it shut, his eyes met with Lucian.

Those eyes felt like it peirced through his sould, he noticed Lucian's lips curled up, making him look like one of those demons from hell. It scared the shit out of him.

Ethan ran as he could without looking back.

What the hell was he?!