"Come on, don't be so polite," Alpha Royce stops Anya from getting up from her seat, "We are here to party, aren't we?"
Anya bows respectfully, sitting back on her seat, her head lowered.
Royce quickly slides into the empty space beside Mylo, trying not to gain attention but it was too late.
A few people had noticed him and they had begun whispering among themselves at the Alpha's presence.
Mylo shifts uncomfortably in his seat as Alpha Royce shifts closer to him, their shoulders touching.
Mylo shifts again, making sure they don't have any contact. He looks at the dance floor, keeping his attention away from the Alpha.
Anya pours Alpha Royce a glass of whiskey politely, "Alpha, you honor me with your presence. I have to say, this is a price I didn't think I could afford."
Royce winks at Anya, taking the whiskey glass from her, "I have told you, you don't have to be formal. It's your 18th birthday, you should have a grand party and I have something I want here," Royce looks at Mylo before keeping his hand on Mylo's thighs under the table.
Blood drains from Mylo's entire being from the Alpha's touch.
Mylo tries to stand up instantly but Royce places his hand on Mylo's shoulder, pressing him back on his seat.
He leans forward, whispering into his ear, "Sit still while I'm being nice to you," He takes a long sniff of the sweet spot on Mylo's neck, the place he wants to sink his fangs into and leave a permanent mark.
He will do it very soon.
Anya clears her throat, feeling very uncomfortable at the Alpha's presence.
Mylo remains still, afraid of what the Alpha might do to him. He quietly picks up his glass of water and sips it.
Royce chuckles, taking the glass out of his hand, "Where is the fun in drinking that? Drink this instead," He passed him a glass of whiskey.
Mylo shakes his head, adjusting his collar, "I don't drink."
"You are at a party," Royce reasons, putting his hand around Mylo's shoulder as he pulls him close to his body.
Mylo struggles, trying to get on his feet but Royce holds him down tightly, a devious smile playing on his lips.
"Drink it," Royce pressed the glass on Mylo's mouth.
"I don't want it," Mylo begs, his fist clenched under the table.
Royce tilts his head questioningly, "That is not cute of you, pretty," He grabs Mylo's chin, squeezing his mouth open as he forces the drink down Mylo's throat.
Mylo chokes, his throat burning as he coughs, his eyes burning with tears.
Zeke runs back to their seats, halting in his step as Alpha Royce gives him a warning look, telling him not to come any step closer.
Zeke stood there quietly, his head lowered.
Anya stands up, unable to watch Mylo get tortured by the Alpha, knowing she can't do anything. The Alpha Twins family are the reason her father is one of the richest men in Lantern City. He is loyal to them and she can't cause him trouble.
She had promised her parents to have a peaceful party.
Mylo is fuzzy as he rubs his throats.
Royce smiles nonchalantly, "What is there in taking what I give you?" He questions him with a peculiar tone.
Meanwhile, Alpha Ryker watches the scene from upstairs, leaning against the wall.
"Answer me please," He puts his hand on Mylo's thighs again, his nose pressing behind Mylo's ear, his eyes shut as he couldn't get enough of the fresh peony scent of his mate. It was lighting up something unusual inside him, "Why don't you take what I give you? If you don't like them just tell me, I will get you another one."
Mylo's body has reached the last level of its stiffness. He was too shocked, too stunned, too lightheaded to even utter a word.
He couldn't believe what was happening to him, he was getting inappropriately touched by another man, he was getting harassed. But… he feels so warm all over even though his inside is telling him to run.
Even though his inside was telling him he was going to get killed by his parents.
Royce sits up, pouring himself and Mylo another glass of whiskey, "Drink up," He groans as he empties his own glass, enjoying the burn in his throat.
Mylo drinks the whole glass obediently, not wanting to be forced this time. But the drink burns too much, making him cough hysterically.
"You are such a cute thing and…" Royce stops pouring on another round of drink when Nico leans forward, whispering something urgent in his ears.
He drops the whiskey bottle, his mouth twisting in a menacing smile.
He nodded, his hand still on Mylo's thighs. He squeezed the thin skin under his palm as he leaned into Mylo's space again, whispering, "I have to go, too bad I was only beginning to have fun with you."
Mylo nods, everything spinning in his eyes.
Royce ruffles Mylo's hair with his fingers as he gets up to leave.
He stops beside a fuming Zeke, "Take your friend home this minute." He taps on his shoulder, walking away without waiting for an answer.
Zeke hurries to sit down with Mylo, taking his hands into his, "Are you okay?"
Mylo smiles at the familiar face of Zeke, he cups Zeke's face in his hands, his smile widening even more, "Zekeeee… where did you go to?"
"I'm sorry," Zeke can't explain how much he feels bad within him, he shouldn't have gone to the restroom.
But what could he have possibly done against Alpha Royce?
Mylo frowns, his eyes closing, "Why are you sorry? Let's dance!" Mylo stands up with his eyes closed, opening the buttons of his shirt before Zeke grabs his hand stopping him from literally going naked.
"Mylo, no, you're not thinking."
Mylo shakes his head, yanking his hand off Zeke as he picks up the bottle of whiskey, dancing his way to the dance floor.
Zeke watches, unable to know what to do.
Mylo moves his head to the music, then his right steps, then his left steps before he moves his whole body all at once, smiling. He spins around, jumping, he even goes on his knees twerking with his eyes shut.
A small smile plays on Ryker's lips as he watches Mylo, totally amused.
Zeke scratches the back of his head frustratingly, unable to hold or stop Mylo from going crazy with strange dance moves.
"Let me take care of him," Anya gives her third glass of whiskey to Zeke, "I will take him to rest upstairs, you can wait here."
Zeke hesitates as Mylo is totally unaware of them, he is swaying with a wide smile on his face. He was still dancing even when Anya held his arm.
"I'm not going to hurt Mylo, Zeke," Anya chewed her bottom lip, "I like him and I want to be his friend as well. Let me take care of him."
Mylo suddenly opens his eyes, grabbing Anya's face, he squeezes her cheeks, pulling them.
He throws himself on her, their faces inches apart, "Beautiful beautiful Anya…You're the most beautiful girl I've seen in my whole life."
A hot blush spreads on Anya's cheeks at Mylo's words.
"Let me take you upstairs," She tells an intoxicated Mylo who smiles back, nodding.
"I can't let you take him," Zeke doesn't feel comfortable at all. It was Mylo's first time tasting alcohol, he couldn't leave him alone.
"Fine, you can come upstairs but you are not going inside my bedroom. You are not a pervert, are you?"
"I have no business in your bedroom, be rest assured," Zeke controls himself from giving her a repulsive eye roll. They help Mylo upstairs, he waits by the door as Anya takes Mylo inside.
She keeps him on her bed, taking the whiskey bottle from his hand. She is about to get up and fetch a bowl of water when Mylo grabs her wrist, he pulls her down on his body.
Anya gasps, her breasts pressed against Mylo's chest.
"I don't have a girlfriend, I have never had one… you… you."
"You want me?" Anya feels wetness between her legs at how tightly Mylo holds onto her.
She has always been the type to choose innocent looking boys to be her date. Because the more innocent they looked, the more naughty they will be.
And since the first time she saw Mylo enter their lecture hall, she has been nothing but curious about who and what the boy is.
"You want me to be your girlfriend, Mylo? Can you handle it?" She leans even closer to Mylo's face, his hot breath blowing on the tip of her nose. She whispers,"Kiss me."
Mylo shakes his head, "We can't… it's not right."
"You have never kissed anyone before?"
Mylo shakes his head again, covering his face with the back of his hand, "I have never committed any sort of fornication before, you see," Mylo grins drunkenly, his face hot.
Anya doesn't think much of what Mylo says, she only wants to have fun on her birthday and she wants Mylo to give her that fun.
She runs her fingers over Mylo's face flirtatiously. She leans forward and is about to capture his lips in a kiss when the door busts open.
"Get off him," Alpha Ryker snarled, gnashing his teeth, his expression tight.
"Alpha?"