The Dark Side of His Mates

Ashley watched Aiden's reaction for a moment, discovering that the man was treating the denim jacket he had given Aiden just now like an heirloom to be carefully guarded. Aiden looked so happy as soon as he heard his command.

It felt like, compared to seeing a human, he was seeing a puppy who had just gotten his first new toy. 

He saw Aiden take out his sewing kit from his bag, which he found very strange. In his entire life, he had never seen anyone carry a sewing kit everywhere they went like Aiden did. So, to be honest, he was a little interested in what the man would do with his sewing kit.

With great diligence, Aiden began to sew his clothes. It turned out that not only were the buttons on his jacket almost undone, but there were several rips in his denim jacket that he hadn't even noticed. 

His eyes were unconsciously glued to the movement of Aiden's hand. Those sturdy, strong-looking hands were so skilled when sewing his clothes. It was as if Aiden's hands were born to do work that required a high level of skill and precision. 

In fact, when Ashley glanced at how Aiden's stitches turned out, he marveled to himself. Aiden was indeed telling the truth. His stitches were even as precise as machine stitches. It was flawlessly neat.

"You should get some rest first, Master. I'll wake you up later."

Ashley hurriedly shifted his gaze in another direction. He didn’t want to give Aiden the pleasure of telling him he was touched by the attention given by his new human slave.

"Huh?"

"Your face complexion is not good," Aiden continued without taking his eyes off the denim jacket.

"I don't want to take such a stupid risk. How about you use it to get away from me?"

"I'm not going to," Aiden put the denim jacket on his lap for a moment, then looked straight at Ashley. "If you're afraid I'll run away from you, Master, you can use a binding spell on me."

His eyes widened, shocked, as he heard the idea Aiden had just proposed without hesitation. He immediately leaned closer to Aiden, pressing his hands on both of his cheeks. "Where do you know about that? Only a werewolf should know!"

For a moment, Ashley caught sight of the panic on Aiden’s face before Aiden managed to hide it with a flat, calm face.

"I heard about it from my late mother. She said that there was a spell used by the werewolves to ensure that their slaves did not escape from them."

"Are you sure of what you're saying?"

"Yes."

He paused for a moment, then removed his hand from Aiden's cheek. "I don't want to. It would be a hassle to me."

"So, does that mean...," Aiden paused for a moment, looking nervous. "Do you believe me?"

"I don't. But it's no big deal. If you dare to disappear from my sight, all I need to do is find you and kill you. There are no restrictions on killing humans in this city."

"Oh."

Aiden looked so happy to hear his words. 

"Just do your job again and don't think of anything strange," he said, poking Aiden's forehead.

"Yes, Master."

"Oh, and one more thing before I forget to tell you. Don't call me Master unless we are alone or when you are with my friends."

"Why?"

Once again, he pinned Aiden to his forehead. 

"Don't dare to ask me. All you just need to do," Ashley said, lifting Aiden's chin with his index finger, "is follow my order."

"Okay..."

He smiled in satisfaction at Aiden's compliance, took his hand away from Aiden, and sat back in his chair with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He paused as he realized someone was looking at him, making him wary. His eyes wandered around, taking in the surroundings, until he found Professor Garfield in the classroom. The man's shady eyes looked straight at him, with the meaning of that gaze difficult for him to understand.

But that gaze managed to create a loud rumble in his heart. He tried to remain calm, with his mind questioning Professor Garfield's presence here. Shouldn't Professor Garfield no longer be in this room? What was Professor Garfield doing in this place?

It wasn't that he didn't want the man he had liked since he entered this campus to be there. It was just that he was curious.

"Ashley?"

He hurriedly corrected his posture to sit up straight as soon as he heard Professor Garfield's voice calling his name. He couldn't stop feeling excited as he heard Professor Garfield call his name for the first time in history.

He had often imagined the scenario where Professor Garfield would call his name. Even imagining Professor Garfield calling his name in a half-whisper near his ear whenever he jerked off in his bedroom.

And now it had become a reality. But not in the way he wanted it to be.

"Y-yes, sir?"

Unconsciously, he showed his nervous demeanor instead of the calm demeanor he should have. He silently cursed the foolishness of his behavior, while at the same time, he tried to control his heart, which was beating faster and faster.

As if to add to the misery he was already feeling, Professor Garfield gave him a gentle smile. He was sure it was only directed at him because the man's eyes were fixed on him. Not on Aiden. So, he began to doubt the idea that Professor Garfield was aware of Aiden sitting next to him right now.

"Why are you still here?"

Why are you still here, he asked, Ashley muttered to himself, repeating Professor Garfield's question. Can he take this sign as a sign that Professor Garfield is interested in him?

He was just about to answer Professor Garfield's question when Aiden spoke up.

"Is there also a restriction here on using the classroom as we please after class hours?"

Aiden didn't even take his eyes off the denim jacket he was still sewing on, but the young human's tone of voice seemed to be very curt when answering Professor Garfield's question. 

And in that instant, he stomped on Aiden's foot so hard that Aiden clamped his lips tightly together to keep from letting out a groan of pain. 

"I'm not asking you. I asked Ashley." Professor Garfield responded to Aiden's words with a cold tone. "Are you a freshman?"

"I guess I have no obligation to answer that." 

He did not know if Aiden was a moron or what. He had already warned Aiden not to be stupid. Instead, Aiden returned to answering Professor Garfield's questions with the same nonchalance that he was currently displaying.  

"We'll be home in a minute," Ashley finally said, after slipping his hand into Aiden's back and pinching the skin of Aiden's back with all his might in exasperation. "Yeah, he's a student who just moved to this town. So, he doesn't know much about it."

"Oh, I see. That explains his behavior," Professor Garfield muttered under his breath. "Okay, I must go to attend the meeting. But you two should go home after finishing whatever you two are doing here."

"Yes, Professor Garfield."

Professor Garfield smiled at his answer. Then their eyes met, and just that alone managed to create nervousness in her. Professor Garfield's lips then moved silently, making Ashley rush to focus his attention on reading the movement of the man's lips.

You look beautiful as usual.

Both of his cheeks warmed up instantly upon knowing what he had just said. 

It's hard for me to take my eyes off of you.

His heart pounded even faster as he realized that one of his fantasies had turned into reality. 

Was this real? Was he dreaming, or was this real? Because it felt too good to be real...

But everything was definitely real. He realized that as he lowered his head for a moment and pressed the skin of his palm with his fingernails, feeling pain. 

This is real, Ashley muttered to himself, feeling happy. If only I knew that all I needed to do to hear all those words from Professor Garfield was to stay in the classroom until the end of class...

Maybe he should have done it this way a long time ago.

Professor Garfield smiled happily upon seeing his reaction. Quietly, Professor Garfield blinked one eye at him, before finally leaving the deserted classroom. 

"I managed to fix your jacket."

Aiden's voice managed to disrupt the euphoria that had been enveloping him. Half-holding back his resentment, he turned to Aiden, snatched his denim jacket out of his hands quickly, and put it on. Without saying anything, he got up from his seat and left the classroom with a deep resentment towards Aiden.

Simply because Aiden had managed to ruin his mood.

Aiden hurriedly followed after him after putting away all his stuff.

"Is there somewhere you want to go?" Aiden asked once he caught up with him. Aiden's face looked worried. "Are you all right, Master? Your face looks red."

Just as Aiden's hand was about to touch his forehead, he quickly swatted it away.

"Don't touch me!"

Aiden pulled his hand back, giving up. "Do you have other classes to attend after this course?"

"No."

He suddenly felt hungry, and when he adjusted his collar to check the time, he found that it was already lunchtime.

"I'm hungry. Buy me lunch."

There was no reaction from Aiden. Aiden just remained standing where he was, doing nothing. 

"Oi, human! Do you have ears or not!?" He screeched in annoyance.

"Yeah," Aiden finally said again. "I would love to do that, but I do not have the money to buy it..."

"Urgh..."

He massaged his throbbing temples, then pulled out his prepaid card for Aiden. "Use this and buy me some food.”

"I don't know where the cafeteria is.”

He grew increasingly frustrated as he heard the man's words. 

How could I forget the fact that he's new here? He muttered in exasperation. Poor and stupid? What a good choice of slave, Ashley...

He grumbled, cursing his own foolishness. 

"Follow me," he said finally, gesturing for Aiden to follow him to the cafeteria.

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