Bite Me, Alpha (BL)

"Are you threatening me?" Azerin frowned. 

"I-I didn't want to, but you insisted on sending me away," Riven said. "And you even took advantage of me," he added, bringing his hands to his chest. "I'll tell everyone that-that you're into men. So, you better take me with you and let me serve you as a servant. That's a much better way to clear everything between us." 

'This guy is cunning. And seeing how blabbermouth he is, I don't have an ounce of doubt that he will stay quiet. Nonetheless, I've to observe him for better, so it won't be of any harm to take him to my territory,' Azerin thought. 

'Agh! He turns out to be more dubious than I've thought,' Riven furrowed his brows together. 'Even my tricks aren't working on him. He should say something quickly.

Azerin took a step forward. "Close your eyes," he commanded. 

"Why?" Riven arched his eyebrow. 

Azerin sneered and hit his neck with his hand, thus making him unconscious. Riven's head rested right onto his shoulder, his body moving forward. Without thinking much, he just pushed away Riven, who fell to the ground. 

"Soren, come inside," Azerin called for his beta. 

Within seconds, Soren was back in the room. His gaze landed on Riven, who was lying on the floor. 

"We are leaving," Azerin ordered, walking past Riven's body. "Bring him as well to the car," he said. 

Soren confusedly glanced at Azerin, but didn't utter a word, simply following the orders. 

Once inside the car, Soren asked the driver to start the vehicle. "Why are we taking him with us? He's a wanted criminal here." 

"I would not like to comment on it," Azerin clarified. 

Soren turned quiet while the driver drove the car out of the hotel's premises. 

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"Agh!" Riven jolted awake with a sharp groan, his hand instinctively flying to his neck as pain radiated through his entire body. His muscles tensed, the memory hitting him as hard as Azerin's blow had, right at the base of his neck.

He blinked rapidly as his vision adjusted to the soft glow around him. Slowly, he sat upright. 

'Did Azerin hand me over to the warriors after knocking me out?'

But as he took in his surroundings, he turned bewildered.

He wasn't in a cold, iron-barred cell or a damp underground dungeon as he had expected. Instead, he lay on a comfortable bed, covered in fresh linen, inside a modest but clean and well-lit room. The walls were painted in soft earth tones, and a small table stood by the window with a flower vase resting on it. 

"Where… am I?" Riven muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he scanned the unfamiliar space.

Getting down from the bed, he went to the door hurriedly and opened it. Stepping out, not realising he was barefoot, he hastily walked ahead in the corridor only to bump against a person. 

"I'm sorry," Riven quickly apologized. 

"It's fine," the old man said, waving his hand in the air. 

"Where am I?" Riven questioned. 

"You're in Alpha Azerin's estate. This is the servants' quarters," replied the old man. "I'm Cedric, the butler in the mansion of Alpha Azerin. Please, follow me. Alpha wishes to see you." 

Riven nodded, and a smile formed on his lips. 'Azerin brought me to his place. Now, I'm safe,' he thought. 

He hastily walked with Cedric and finally entered the main mansion, which was at least ten minutes away from the servants' quarters. The mansion was magnificent, but something was dark about it, as Azerin's name. 

Stopping in the main hall, Cedric asked Riven to stay there. He himself went to inform Azerin about Riven. 

Riven looked around himself. The mansion looked eerily calm. He lifted his head, looking at the giant chandelier right above his head. It was made of glass and reflected light throughout the main hall. 

Moving ahead, Riven ended up hitting his leg against a table. The vase on it almost fell, but he caught it in time. 

"It's heavy," Riven murmured as he brought it back to the table. He put it safely on it when Azerin's deep voice grabbed his attention. 

Turning to him, he bowed his head out of habit since he had been doing it for fifteen years. 

Azerin glanced at Cedric, who left upon getting the signal. 

"Thank you for bringing me with you. But you didn't have to hit my neck," Riven said, bringing his hand to his neck, still feeling the pain. 

"You're speaking casually with me. Have you already forgotten for what purpose you are here?" Azerin questioned, taking a seat on the couch. 

"I'm sorry, Master," Riven apologized. "It won't happen again," he assured him, joining both his hands, keeping them on the front. 

"You'll be my personal assistant," Azerin stated. 

"What?" Riven was shocked to learn that he was given such a big position. His lips curled up into a smile. 

"Take care of my needs all the time," Azerin pronounced, causing Riven's smile to fade.

"What does the Master mean by that?" Riven wanted to make sure it wasn't what he was thinking. 

"You'll find out soon," Azerin said. 

"Master, we shouldn't speak in loops," Riven stated. 

"Didn't you threaten me about my interests? I must show you my real interests, you know. Your body is perfect for me," Azerin affirmed with a smirk. 

"I–I never agreed to that," Riven said, his expression shifting to an uncomfortable one. 

Azerin suddenly appeared in front of him. "You were the one who was adamant about serving me. Then, you must know what it feels like to serve Azerin Noctaire." 

Riven took a step back, feeling scared suddenly. But Azerin kept moving forward. Riven again hit the same table, and this time, the vase fell to the floor, breaking into shards. 

Riven's back tilted, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly while his heart began to race in fear. 

Azerin grabbed his face, his leg already parting Riven's thighs. "You must come clear with your intentions, Riven."