Bite Me, Alpha (BL)

Riven's eyes widened in disbelief at Azerin's strange and invasive behavior.

'What the hell is he doing? Is he—no… don't tell me he's into men?' The thought hit like a slap, and Riven's breath hitched as he instinctively tried to pull away.

"Lo… Look… I said I'd do anything possible, but—"

Before he could finish, Azerin released him. He let go like he was discarding something unclean.

Without a word, Azerin pulled a pristine white handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his hand slowly and deliberately as his crimson gaze never leaving Riven's face.

"Do you think I'd willingly touch a filthy wolf like you?" Azerin said coldly, rubbing the place where he had grabbed him, as if contact alone had stained his skin.

Riven's jaw twitched. 'Who the hell said I wanted that?!' he nearly shouted, but swallowed it down. His pride burned, but he knew when to bite his tongue, since he needed to survive for now.

He straightened his clothes. Though his shoulders were tense but his voice was calm and firm. "What do you want to do with me?"

There was no tremble or panic in his tone. It was just full of sharp calculation behind his words. He was trying to read Azerin, and the madness behind his actions.

"If you wanted me dead," Riven continued coolly, "you would've done it by now. If you planned to hand me over, I'd already be in chains. So what is this? What game are you playing?"

Azerin tilted his head slightly. Was he amused, or perhaps he was simply intrigued by the audacity?

"I don't play games," he said simply, throwing the handkerchief on the table. "I judge the players and decide their fates."

Riven's lips twitched at that. He admired Azering for holding such power, but also cursed him for not giving him certainty. His life was still hanging by a thread.

This man's ego could fill this entire hotel…

He folded his arms loosely, eyes narrowing slightly. "Then I hope you've planned your next move carefully, my Lord. Wolves bite when their life is in danger."

Azerin took a step forward again, and Riven tensed, but didn't move. However, this time, he didn't touch him. He only leaned in, gaze unblinking, voice a low warning against his skin.

"I don't mind spilling blood," Azerin whispered, "but if you try biting me… I'll rip out your teeth one by one."

Then he pulled back, composed and quiet, with proper etiquette.

"Anyway," Riven said, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder, ignoring Azerin's warning. "Either you let me serve you… as a servant, or hand me over to the warriors. It's your choice."

Azerin's gaze sharpened. "You really do have neither shame nor self-respect."

Riven rolled his eyes unapologetically. "Who the hell cares about those?"

He started pacing slowly, trying to irritate Azering. His voice was too loud for the quiet room, his tone a mix of sarcasm and false bravery. "What do you want me to do? Cry? Beg? Or should I just start licking your boots?"

Azerin didn't answer, but his cold eyes had not left Riven even for a second.

Good, Riven thought. Keep watching me and keep wondering what I'll do next.

He let out a dramatic sigh. His expressions kept changing between vulnerability, helplessness, and mockery. 

It was a perfect mixture for Riven to stir curiosity in Azerin's heart.

All Riven wanted from Azerin was to save him for the time being.

He didn't care about being a servant. As long as it gave him a roof, food, and a bit of money. Once he had had enough, he'd disappear across the border to a country where no one knew the name Riven and that he was a slave.

And maybe, he'd find a beautiful girl and a new life to start fresh.

After all, he was only 26. He could fake a little shame if that's what it took to be free.

Just as Riven had hoped, Azerin seemed intrigued. He raised a brow.

"I should hand you over to the warriors. You don't deserve to be saved," he said, voice cold and unbothered.

"Then go ahead," Riven replied, his tone low, tired. His shoulders slumped slightly, as if he'd already given up.

But there was something dangerous behind his eyes.

He looked down and let out a soft sigh. "Those warriors... they must've seen me with you that day."

He paused, letting the word sink in.

"There are cameras everywhere. And if they ask me why I killed those alphas…" He shook his head slowly. "I'll just say I was following orders."

Riven raised his gaze, meeting Azerin's eyes.

"That Alpha Azerin gave me the poison. Because a slave like me… where would I even get something that expensive?"