The Mage's 5 Fated Alphas (BL)

He pinched Moon’s chin hard enough to open his scratch again. ”You are delusional. Your so-called mate was latching onto my Luna like a desperate dog. He’s probably kneeling at her feet every single day, begging for a scrap of grace. How pathetic!”

Moon’s eyes welled up from the stinging pain. His eyes wavered for a moment as his heart suddenly felt heavy.

”I don’t care. I don’t need them,” Moon forced out, though his throat felt like it was burning.

He looked straight into Silas’s eyes. ”Let go. It’s disgraceful for a prince to be wrestling with a captive in a filthy place like this.”

”Ha! It is indeed disgraceful,” Silas mocked in amusement. ”How about I take you back to my backyard instead?”

”You are not taking him anywhere.” A leisurely voice echoed from right behind Silas.

”Tch, you’re quick, Leo. Weren’t you just crying to meet Ellen a little while ago?”

Silas looked over his shoulder slowly.

Leo stood behind him, crossing his arms on his chest. ”She’s busy.”

Silas was left momentarily speechless. He hadn’t expected Leo to admit to it so brazenly.

Not in front of his nominal mate.

Standing up, Silas dusted off his cloak and stared Leo down. ”The Alpha said he is open to everyone.”

”The Alpha said he would be here, in this Last Hole for DEFECTIVE wolves,” Leo emphasized the word defective heavily as he stared right back.

Silas chuckled. ”You really read the decree with great care.”

He gave Moon a last glance before turning to his guards.

”Let’s go. My dear brother needs time with his sister-in-law.” He flicked his cloak and went out with his guards on his tail.

With a heavy thud, Leo shut the door and turned his dark gaze downward. His facial muscles were twitching with suppressed rage.

He didn’t help Moon up; rather, he just looked at the disheveled, broken man.

The torn tunic and the tattered trousers were hiking up to Moon’s knees.

He didn’t look like the once-ethereal beauty Leo saw on the pond under the full moon on their first meeting.

He looked like a strange, rogue man who had just been fished out of a dirty mud pit.

Yet, something about him was swelling Leo’s very lungs with longing. He hated this longing as much as he hated Silas’s taunts.

Leo crouched down on the floor and leaned over Moon. His hand gripped the tunic collar hard enough to make his knuckles turn white.

He gritted his teeth as he spat, ”Wasn’t five enough for you? Must you seduce Silas? What, did your ass start itching after just a few days?”

Moon’s face cracked.

He snapped back, ”You are here to talk when you are rolling under a woman’s skirt who doesn’t even give you a shit.” His chest heaved as he glared at Leo’s red eyes.

Somewhere in his heart, it was broken.

”So what? I can roll as much as I want. At least I didn’t open my legs to every man I saw like a bitch in rut.” Leo’s grip pressed on Moon’s chest with every passing moment.

The entire room fell dead silent for a moment.

Then, the stillness shattered with the rattling sound of a shackle as Moon shoved his legs upward, driving his knee straight into Leo’s abdomen.

”Damn it, Leo! How dare you accuse me when you guys left me alone with these beasts! You cowardly mutt, you have no ethics whatsoever...” his voice choked.

”whatsoever... A lawless dog... no... even a dog is loyal to their own. You just left me.”

Moon yelled non-stop. His patience was gone as he jerked his upper body up. His wrist flailed up to give a punch, but it wouldn’t reach Leo’s face.

”Go away! I would rather see that cheeky wolf than you.”

Leo had to let go of his collar and take a step back to avoid the swing.

”Dare to just open the shackle and see if I don’t kill you. I will stomp on your dick and paste it to the floor,” Moon jarred.

Leo felt an ache in his crotch hearing this. His retreating hand once again shot out to grab Moon’s throat, choking him out of his words. ”Shut up, you slut. Don’t you dare to mention Silas.”

Moon leaned backward from the force, his head almost slamming on the floor if not for Leo’s other palm cradling it in time.

He twisted his head against the heavy hold and snorted, ”So all you care about is just that it was Silas? Is it because he stole your sweetheart?” Moon squinted his eyes, looking feral.

Leo’s fingers tightened around Moon’s neck as his gaze flickered with annoyance. ”You talk too much,” he whispered in a low growl, then crashed his lips onto Moon’s.

His teeth grazed on the soft lips as he bit down hard.

Moon’s throat bobbed up and down under Leo’s crude knuckles. His fingers twitched as he clutched onto Leo’s threadbare clothes.

He bit back furiously on Leo’s lower lip, hard enough to draw out blood.

Leo didn’t flinch; blood made him even more excited as his palm left Moon’s throat to reach his nape. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside, as he slurped in Moon’s saliva.

His other hand ran through Moon’s hair, then roamed down with a rough touch.

The shackles rattled around Moon when he spread his leg, bracing Leo’s waist. Leo let out a suppressed growl with a hip thrust between Moon’s thighs.

”You really are a menacing vixen,” he mumbled on Moon’s lips, licking the blood clean.

He kissed down from Moon’s jaw to his neck.

His hand brushed past the wet blood seeping from Silas’s bite on Moon’s left shoulder.

Leo’s hand paused as his grip tightened with possessive fury.

”You let him bite?” Leo’s red eyes were tinged with an orange shade, as if a fire would erupt with just a little wind.

”Moony! Speak,” he roared.

Moon flinched at his nickname.

His eyes widened in shock as he looked at Leo. He was so utterly surprised by the sudden naming that he entirely missed Leo’s raging fire.

Leo didn’t ask anymore.

He could not. A violent force was cracking inside him with stabbing pain.

His lips suddenly twitched as his canines broke out, and he bit down brutally on the same spot. His instinct led him to wipe out any trace of the other wolf.

Moon cried out in pain as the canines broke through his skin. He tried to grab Leo’s hair to rip him apart from himself, but the shackle would not let his wrist reach out.

Leo’s palm held him in place with a tight grip.

As he licked on the shoulder after the bite, his palm grazed down to Moon’s waist, shredding down his trousers.

Leo’s own cock as hard as iron, smearing precum on his clothes. His heavy palm tightly gripped Moon’s bottom—slowly pushed his fingers past the crack.