Bite Me, Alpha (BL)

Riven's eyes flew wide at the sudden, unexpected kiss. He jolted upright, stumbling back from Azerin like he'd been violated.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and shot a glare at the unconscious man.

"How could you!" he hissed through clenched teeth before slapping on Azerin's mouth, who only frowned. 

Even though it was him who accidentally kissed Azerin this time, Riven couldn't shake the feeling of being taken advantage of. 

The kiss with Azerin in the bar was to save his life. And he under no circumstances wanted to repeat it. 

Dropping to the edge of the bed, Riven breathed slowly, recalling the scene that unfolded earlier in Fredrick's house. Though he had run away, the question was how long he would be able to hide. 

Glancing at Azerin's pale face, Riven murmured, "He saved me tonight. I've to stay close to him. His name makes people avoid him, but I'll do the opposite." 

He lived fourteen years as a slave. Merely a few hours ago, he tasted his freedom, and losing it again would be a waste of all his efforts and sacrifices he had made so far. Riven waited for this day for such a long period of time. 

"If I've to stay near the devil himself, I will," Riven whispered to himself, his eyes still remaining glued to Azerin's face. "My key to staying safe is this enigmatic Alpha. Everyone fears him. And as long as he gives me protection, no one will be able to touch me, let alone punish me."

Riven yawned as sleep started taking over him. Removing his shoes, he jumped to the other empty side of the king-size bed and lay down. 

While the city was crawling with warriors to find him, Riven was here, on a soft mattress, beside a powerful alpha. He tilted his head to look at Azerin and murmured, "You better thank me in the morning for saving your life."

With that, his eyes slowly shut as the day's exhaustion took over him, and he drifted off to sleep.

*****

As the dawn broke, a soft moan escaped Riven's lips. He stirred awake from the deep slumber as his fingers curled around the soft bedsheet. His body felt strangely light as if all the exhaustion had been lifted.

Am I dead? Is this heaven?

His brows furrowed as he shifted slightly. He pressed his back into the mattress beneath him. It was too soft… like feathers.

In the slave quarters, he hadn't even had a bed, just a cold cement slab and a thin, scratchy blanket, with no pillow.

But this was heavenly.

He let out a deep breath, keeping his eyes closed, wanting to live more in this dream. 

Riven had never slept this peacefully, letting his guard down completely. And yet somehow… Last night, he did and had the best sleep of his life.

However, a strange sound broke his sleep abruptly.

He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes as he set up. 

Riven froze the moment his eyes landed on the person in front of him.

Azerin was sitting on the sofa chair near the window with one leg over the other. He had a tablet resting on his hand, lazily scrolling on it. 

Fuck.

'How did he manage to look perfectly fine after so much blood loss and such a deep wound? Is he even a human!?'

Azerin sensed the movement on the bed, the rustling of the bedsheet, and lifted his gaze slowly as a devilish smirk spread across his face.

"So, you're finally awake," he said, rising to his feet. He set the tablet aside carelessly, then started walking toward Riven in a calm, unhurried manner, like a predator circling its prey. "You're bold. Sleeping so peacefully… right beside me, right beside your death."

Riven flinched in fear. "Excuse me!?" he shot up to his feet. "Anyone would fall asleep after carrying such a heavy person like you. And… Why are you speaking in such a manner as if you will kill me? I've not done anything that you'd want to take my life."

Riven decided to remain calm. If he tried to show Azerin how scared he was inside, then it might be game over for him. 

Azerin raised a brow in amusement. "And why do you think I will kill you?"

That question only confused Riven more.

Riven slowly got out of bed and stood straight before him. 

'Azering is right! Why will he paint his hand in my blood? When he can achieve it using his own warriors. He may rather just sit and enjoy the show.'

"You said that… I–I was sleeping right beside my death," Riven stuttered while being cautious. "Are you playing some kind of twisted game?"

Azerin tilted his head, studying him with his eyes for a brief moment. 

"Maybe," he said simply.

Riven took a step back, seeing how close Azerin had come. He was good at concealing his emotions, but the way Azerin was prying into his eyes, Riven felt nervous. 

"So," Azerin opened his mouth again, not stopping striding toward him. 

Riven took a few steps back instinctively, until his back hit the cold wall, leaving him no place to escape. He desperately looked around so that he could quickly form a distance between them, but he was stuck now.

Azerin stopped just a hand's distance away. "How did you kill the entire family of alphas?"

Riven's eyes widened. 'How did he find out? Did the warriors come here looking for me?'

"I don't see you as someone that capable." 

Riven went silent. 

His mouth felt dry, and under Azerin's scrutinizing gaze, he felt suffocated. 

'It was an accident. I didn't kill them,' Riven thought. He had no idea how to utter those words. 'What if Azerin doesn't believe me? What if I admit feeding the poison to the family, and Azerin hands me over to the warriors? It will be a dead end for me.'

"Where did you get the poison?" came another question from Azerin. 

Riven narrowed his eyes, deciding to outsmart him. "Are you investigating me, sir, for something I'm not even aware about?"

Azerin frowned to hear his response. 

"Then, please don't shy away from showing your identification card before I answer you," Riven added, folding his arms. But his palms were sweating while his heart felt as if it would stop any time. He pretended to act innocent.

A wry laugh escaped Azerin's mouth. No one ever dared to ask him about his identification card. And this lowly wolf was doing that with such a shameless gaze!

If Azerin wanted answers, he took them. If he wanted obedience, he forced it.

But with Riven… something stopped him. He didn't want to force torture on him yet!

The silence stretched between them until Azerin broke it by striding toward him. 

Riven didn't flinch, not wanting to show Azerin he was a bit scared of him, though his back remained pressed against the wall.

Azerin leaned in slightly, his deep red eyes boring into his as he pried into his soul.

"You just asked me for my identification card?" he repeated in a venomous tone.

Riven exhaled, his gaze steady despite the tension bubbling in his chest. "That's how an investigation works, isn't it?" he muttered, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Azerin's expression twisted into something cruel. "You think I'm answerable to you!?" His hand snapped forward and clamped around Riven's throat, pressing him hard against the wall. "Do you even know who the fuck I am?" 

His knee unintentionally parted Riven's thighs, keeping his eyes locked on Riven's. 

Riven's breath caught as his heartbeat quickened due to lack of breath. He gripped Azerin's wrist. "I've got a guess who you are," he rasped under Azerin's clutch, "but I like confirmation."

"I should rip your tongue out for demanding my Identification," Azerin hissed, his sharp canines visible now. "Wolves twice your size, kneel when I walk past them… And a lowly wolf like you dared play games with me?"

The pressure around Riven's neck wasn't enough to kill him, but it was still difficult for him to breathe.

"Then, what do you want?" Riven asked, though he knew what Azerin wanted from him.

"How did you kill that Alpha's family?" Azerin repeated.

"If I didn't kill anyone, then how could I possibly tell you?"

Azerin drew him close, his lips brushing his earlobe as he whispered, "Here, you go again. Playing innocent in front of me. Because you helped me last night, I decided to give you a chance to speak the truth."

Riven gulped when he was being dragged out of the room only to be shoved to the floor. 

'This isn't what I've planned,' Riven thought while gasping for air.