𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳
Read at your own discretion...please.
I nearly vomited writing this chapter but...yeah.
𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧
"Never seen another boy so perfect," a disembodied voice filled the room. Killian slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry until it focused out and he blinked rapidly.
A flashlight shone in his face and he creased his brows, biting down on what seemed to be a gag. His eyes shot open as he starts to panic. "Mmh!"
He wiggled only to find his wrists had been tied behind his back. The smell of iron, musk, and dirt filled his nostrils.
But he was in his own room. His gaze traveled down and saw that his ankles were tied together. He looked up to find the person who had done this-his tutor.
"Shh, don't squirm. Your brother is sleeping," he cooed and smoothly ran his hand down his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze.
The little alpha sat there, frozen in place. His touch pricked his skin, sending constant shivers down his spine.
"Your parents have paid me to watch over you and your brother while they travel to another pack for business purposes, okay?" He whispered, combing his fingers through his murky black hair.
Killian stared at him. Fear terrorized his heart as he blinked constantly. "Will you be a good student for me?" He spoke as he would to a toddler.
Slowly, Killian nodded in agreement. He didn't understand why he felt the need to tie him up.
"We keep this between us, alright? Your father wants me to prepare you for manhood." Bernard removed the gag from his mouth.
He coughed out lodged spit. As he gasped for air, Bernard grazed his thumb across his cheek. "Shh, you're coughing too loud."
"W-What..manhood? What are you talking about?" He softly asked him. He was ignorant to sex.
"I'm going to show you." He gently held the boy's chin while smiling down at him. "No one can ever know about this, okay?"
"W-Why?" He gazed into the predator's lifeless eyes while he smiled down at him. He continued to admire the child's body, constantly thinking of ways to seduce him.
"The tutoring will stop. You don't want that, right? Or you won't be able to impress daddy." He continued to massage his chin. "You are cute and smart. You do want to impress daddy, right?"
"Y-Yeah." Killian nodded his head while wiggling his wrists. "B-But why do you need to tie me up?"
"It's practice. You never know what situation you might get in." He continued to manipulate the little boy as he began unbuckling his pants. "Now, Killian, these are activities you only do with your mate, okay?"
"Then why am I doing them with you?" He wondered as his brows creased. Mama did mention mates and that he should cherish them.
"You have to learn from somewhere, right? I'm still your tutor. Don't forget that," he reminded the little boy. His touch burned more than he knew.
He gripped his black hair, tangling his fingers in the strands as he positioned his cock in front of his face with a curling smirk. "Open up for me. And remember to stay quiet. Your brother is sleeping."
His quivering lips slowly opened as he closed his eyes and he started to shove the organ into his mouth. He didn't know that this was considered rape.
After he had done the deed, he filled his mouth with his seed, leaving the child gagging since the taste was awful.
He packed his cock back into his pants and forced him to swallow all of it. He patted his cheek. "You deserve so much, Killian. What a magnificent young boy you are." He untied the child then left without another word.
When he closed the door, the darkness consumed the room and he rushed to the nearest trashcan and then emptied his stomach.
He pushed his middle finger down his throat and forced himself to vomit then he fell to his knees, pushing his face into his hand with widened eyes.
His pupils shook with immense fear and frustration that it'd happen again. He was afraid to tell his father because deep down, he knew it felt weird. He couldn't think of the word for what he had experienced.
For the remainder of that night, Killian sat perked up at the head of his bed and hugged his knees to his chest, slowly rocking himself as he forced his teeth into his palm.
No pain.
Blood trickled down his wrist, covering his lips as he watched his wound heal. He looked at his brother who slept peacefully, snuggled under the sheets.
What if he comes back? Will he do the same thing to him? Killian thought. He scooted out of the bed and padded his way over to the dresser.
With enough strength, he pushed his dresser in front of the door to block it from opening. He knew he didn't want him to return for seconds and try to do it to his brother.
He gritted his teeth, falling on his butt as his back slid down the wooden surface. He stayed awake the entire night, waiting for his mama and papa to return.
Morning arrived and he started to drift off to sleep as he desperately tried to pry his eyes open. He smacked his cheek, shaking his head. "Stay awake," he ordered himself.
He managed to stay awake for two more hours until his body gave in and finally, he succumbed to the darkness that awaited him.
Opening his eyes, he was lying on his back under the sheets of his bed with the lights off. He turned over and saw his brother asleep in his bed again. How long did I sleep for?
He thrusts the sheets from over his legs. He needed to see if his parents had returned.
His heart dropped once he saw the dresser was pushed back to where it normally sat. The door slowly creaked open, revealing the silhouette that lingered under the crack.
Bernard leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed as he warmly smiles at him. "You slept the entire day away. You missed an entire tutoring session."
The fire in his eyes dulled as he parted his lips to apologize until he started walking over to him.
"We can catch up some other way or maybe I should invite your brother this time?" Bernard asked, rubbing his hands together.
"No," Killian immediately replied. When his brother stirred in his bed, he lowered his voice. "W-We can go to my old room..."
"I think we should try the dining room. Spice it up a little. Right?" He coldly smiled at him then placed his hand on the small of his back, leading him out of the room.
"Yeah..."
He followed his tutor all the way to the dining room until he stopped and turned to face him. He started unbuckling his belt. "You did so well last time."
Killian pursed his lips, looking down as he shook his head. "I-I don't want to do this."
Bernard stopped, holding his belt in his hand and then he crouched in front of the boy. "Are you scared? I'm just doing you a favor. Your mate would appreciate how experienced you are."
"They will?" Killian tilted his head as he blinked, nibbling on his thumb. "Shouldn't I wait until then? Mama says I should wait until marriage and save my soul for my mate."
"Your mate will want you to be experienced," Bernard repeated, combing his fingers through his hair as he guided his hand to his aching bulge.
His lip quivered as he tried to think of how to get himself out of this situation without bringing harm to his brother.
"You are very intelligent," he pulled him into a hug and wrapped his arms around him as he sniffed his hair.
Killian went rigid. He couldn't move or speak. He didn't know what this feeling was. He felt fear of the unknown. This man was unpredictable.
"Your father should've sent you to a school that could utilize your smarts. Instead, he hides you from the world. It's disgusting," he muttered into his ear, grooming him.
"Please, don't...do this," he managed to whisper but he knew he wouldn't listen. He continued to caress him, sniffing from his neck to his ear.
"Don't you want to make me happy?" His hands started to travel down his back. "Maybe Keenan would benefit from these lessons."
"No...he wouldn't." Killian denied it with every breath in his lungs. He accepted the treatment if it meant that his brother could sleep peacefully.
Bernard grew angry. He grabbed his shoulders and forced space between them. "You do want to please me and only me, right?"
"Yes." His response was soft. He didn't know what to do. He trembled when he raised his hand and collided his hand with his cheek.
His head snapped to the side and his eyes widened as his lips parted in shock. Although he didn't feel the stinging sensation, he knew he had inflicted pain on him and Mama told him to avoid getting hurt at all costs.
Gently, he rubbed his cheek while gazing into his assaulter's eyes.
Kill him.
An unfamiliar voice startled the young alpha. He looked around himself, wondering where that voice came from.
He didn't realize his guardian had awaken in his time of need. Unfortunately, that voice didn't speak again.
"Now, remove your clothes. We need to properly examine that body," Bernard instructed.
In compliance, he began removing his clothes piece by piece until he was satisfied. "I'm going to reward you, okay?"
His brows creased. "H-How will you do that?" The young alpha had no idea that he was planning to introduce him to blow jobs.
"Do you know what oral sex is?" Bernard admired the young boy's body.
"No..."
"You gave me oral last night," he reminded the young alpha. "Let's go into the bathroom. I'll teach you how to properly please yourself."
Bernard led him into the bathroom then quietly shut the door. With Killian standing in front, he crouched behind him and guided his hand down to his private era. "I can teach you all kinds of things. All you need is me, alright?"
He slowly nodded. He closed his eyes and allowed him to do whatever he wanted until he was satisfied.
My body rocked and I slowly opened my eyes to see my brother fast asleep then turned my head to the side to see Hideki cuddled up in his seat.
I looked down at my handrest and noticed there were claw markings so deep that the cotton squeezed out of the torn beige leather.
Stay awake.
Exhaustion fucked me up. Attempting to keep my eyes peeled open, I failed and met the darkness again.
Cum covered the floor in a puddle, surrounding the sink. However, it wasn't Killian's. He sat in the bathtub with cold water sprinkling over his head full of curly hair.
Bernard zipped his pants up. "Killian, make sure you clean this up, alright? It's almost morning."
They had been going the entire night but one thing that pissed Bernard off is that the young alpha didn't ejaculate. He was repulsed.
"We'll try again later tonight," Bernard insisted then exited the bathroom, quietly shutting the door.
For hours, the young alpha sat there in the bathtub with his back against the tiled wall with his knees raised to his chest. He hazily stared at the ceiling, eyes devoid of life.
His lips were chapped and his skin started to wrinkle from the amount of time he sat under the shower. He rubbed his arms and prepared himself to get up and clean the semen.
Kill him. No one will save you. We have to protect ourselves.
His eyes widened. That voice again. He looked around himself but he was the only one present. "Who are you?" He croaked.
I'm you.
"You're me?" The young alpha repeated, working up the courage to stand up. "Am I going crazy?"
No, but you will.
Papa mentioned his other half. He started to realize that this voice was his wolf. "I don't want to go crazy. Are you my wolf?" He softly asked.
Yes.
"Wolf, what's your name?" Killian rests his chin on his knees, ogling the floor.
I wish to be called Reed.
"Reed?" He weakly repeated. "How come you know English so well?"
I've been learning just like you.
He went quiet. Standing to his feet, he slowly stepped out of the bathtub with water trickling down his body as he sucked up mucus from sniffling. "Papa said you could take over me and that I needed to control you when you first appear."
Look in the mirror.
The young boy padded over to the sink and stared at his reflection only it wasn't him that was looking back.
He was a spitting image only he carried murky eyes with dark bags underneath and teeth like a shark with a vicious grin. Almost like a beast would.
Killian slowly raised his hand and moved it from side to side with his eyes pinned on his reflection. His lips stretched down into a frown. "Why do I look like that?"
Reed stared back at the young boy, tilting his head to the side, following his movement. His sardonic laugh filled the bathroom. "Kill him."
"I can't. I'd get in trouble. He's my tutor and I have to finish my lessons," he muttered. His eyes widened at his wolf's expression.
A dark expression took over. He wasn't satisfied with his answer. He ticked his teeth, scowling at the boy with murderous eyes. "Never let the same snake bite you thrice."
"Thrice?" Killian accidentally stepped in the puddle of drying semen and frowned. "Why not twice?"
"Because I relish in the vengeance-the power of knowing what is to be."
Killian hugged himself. He was conflicted about unaliving his tutor, terrified that his mama and papa would deem him unworthy. "Reed, I just have to endure it a little more, okay?"
"You think this world cares about you?" Reed chuckled at his own question.
"I've watched you since we were born and I've witnessed what this world has to offer-nothing. I've seen more devils than gods. And now, a devil lurks in our home yet you do nothing."
"It's b-because.." Killian took a step back from the mirror and his brows creased. "I'm scared. And it's cruel."
"This world will destroy us and I'm not gonna let it. I will come out if you don't do anything about him. He doesn't deserve to live."
"Who am I to determine that..?"
"The moment you were born. We fight. Together. It is better to be cruel than weak."
Killian stood there in silence, staring into his palms, slowly digesting every word his wolf spurred from his lips.
"You want me..to kill him?" He asked for reassurance purposes.
"Yes," Reed wickedly smiled. He placed his hand against the mirror as did Killian. They stared at one another-silver eyes to crimson.
Only difference between them is that Reed carried no emotion behind his crimson hues. Almost as if he had been down this road already.
"It's dangerous," Killian whispered to his other half and Reed's lips lifted, showcasing his sharp teeth.
"Yes, it's dangerous. That's why it's fun." His deep laugh echoed through his mind.
"A-After I kill him then what?" Killian removed his hand from the mirror and so did Reed.
"Feed me his heart."
It was then the boy noticed a small crack near the top of the mirror. It started traveling down the body, and the young alpha ran his finger over it, making it clear that a small piece of glass had been knocked out from below.
Killian felt there was something deeper about his wolf but remained silent. "I'm sure Ozzy would appreciate it."
He tilted his head. "Who is Ozzy?" Without answering, the boy blinked and found his reflection to return to its normal self. He no longer carried red eyes and sharp teeth.
Hesitantly, he touched his face, the pads of his fingers grazing over his lashes then he parted his lips, and with a grit of his teeth, he pushed his index finger against his canine.
Then why did my wolf have them? He thought to himself.
He reached for the doorknob. "FEED ME HIS HEART." The mirror shattered, shards of glass piercing him in the arm as he shielded his face.
My eyes shot open. Releasing a deep breath, I leaned forward, pushing half of my face into my hand before pushing the dark strands away from my face.
Its been years since I've seen Reed like that. He fed off other wolves. It didn't make sense. None of it did.
I wondered if my brother went through the same thing with Ozzy. I wondered how my wolf already knew of my brother's other half.
The last time I questioned him, he told me that I was too young to understand. It drove me to the brink of insanity. That wasn't me in that mirror yet he had my face.
No other wolf had the same power as a King Court wolf. Why were we different? Why hasn't anyone questioned this?
It wasn't normal for your wolf to be able to take over your body like a spiritual guardian but my wolf looked like a pure demon. He didn't look angelic. He didn't seem holy.
Glancing at the omega who quietly slept with his cheek against the window, his mouth slightly open with his head thrust back, I pursed my lips and then looked forward to find my brother staring back at me.
He blinked, tilting his head to the side as he scratched his jaw. "Brutti sogni?" (Bad dreams?)
"Il solito. Voi?" (The usual. You?)
He nodded, resting back in his seat. The turbulence settled and the plane started to descend.
As the plane started to land, Mama raised himself and slid his mask from his eyes. He fluttered his lashes, his eyes adjusting to the lighting. "Ah! I see we're here!"
Keenan glanced over his shoulder at our mother as he stretched his arms above his head, letting out a gentle yawn. "I needed that sleep. So, how about that sh-, oh he is not a pretty traveler sleeper."
His eyes were pinned on Hideki and Keenan cocked his brow. "I think I'm gonna pass on shopping. You can have some alone time with Keenan and Hideki."
Mama glared daggers into me. "No, you're coming with us. I'm honestly stalling so the poor baby doesn't have to meet your father so soon."
"He's thirty-one. He'll be fine," I commented, rolling my eyes at how dramatic he can be sometimes.
"Kian just got back from his long travels. Like I said, you're coming with us," he demanded, squinting his eyes at me.
"Controlling much?" I huffed. He was a spoiled brat even as a mother. "I left the academy and now I have to get bossed at by you."
"Talk to me like that again and I'll knock those teeth out of your mouth. Remember who carried you. I don't mind sending you to meet the Moon God early," he threatened.
I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck as he raised his brow, looking me up and down as if sizing me up.
"I might be small but this gun does wonders," he gloated. "Bino, pistol. Now." He demanded, opening his palm and the guard slid the black pistol into his hand.
"You don't even know how to work a gun," I smirked, tilting my head to the side, calling his bluff.
He scoffed. He gripped the slide, pulled it back then let it go-cocking the gun then aimed it at Tino. He wasn't phased by my mama's actions. He kept a stoic look.
Impressive.
I should teach Hideki how to use a gun. Seeing his small hands gripping one got my dick hard and aching.
With a soft sigh, I defeatedly agreed. "Fine but I'm not held liable if anyone gets hurt."
That cold look wiped from my Mama's face and he was back to his chirpy attitude. "Splendid! Let's hurry. We don't want to be out while it's dark!" He placed the gun back into his guard's hand then they escorted him off of the plane.
And people were terrified of my father.
"Keenan, wake Hid-" I was cut off by him sneering in my face then he followed behind the guards.
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Theories?
I wanted to go into detail with Killian's past but I was like naahhh, wattpad might take this shit down. Another reason is that I couldn't stomach the visuals.
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