Alpha Academy BL

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Thinking about it made darkness swim behind Errol’s eyes, he felt like he was drowning again but for some reason, Nael’s eyes shone like the sun, and he found himself staring.

What did it matter if another Alpha wouldn’t want him? Seton had broken him enough for no one to ever want him again.

Errol keep his gaze fixed on Nael as he slowly let his hands drop to his side, his dress shirt falling open.

Nael’s look of consternation quickly changed to horror, if he was already short-circuiting from the bruise on Errol’s cheek it didn’t prepare him for the bruises he sported on his body.

There were healing ones and fresh ones, the outline of his ribs poking through his purple-splashed skin.

Nael staggered backward, his head reeling. Rage climbed up his throat like bile, scalding him. He forced himself to stand upright however and take off Errol’s shirt completely, desperately needing to see the extent of the damage done.

It had only been four bloody days! What had Seton done to him?!

Errol’s eyes slipped shut when his shirt fell away. He had never once stopped to think about how he would feel if someone else were to find out what Seton did to him. Did he perhaps hope for salvation? Relief? Because all he felt was a dark coldness filling up his limbs.

He suddenly felt exhausted, his legs unable to hold him up anymore. He had quickly changed into a fresh pair of his uniform after Seton ripped away his previous clothing before storming out to get more to drink.

He had called Errol ugly after bruising his face, disgust on his cruel face.

Nael caught Errol as he started to go down, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Did Errol always feel so small? So fragile? So easy to break?

The door burst open and at the same time, Nael could feel Errol stiffening in his arms. He turned around to fix hateful eyes on Seton, holding Errol tight. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Seton had a bag in his hand, filled with bottles of wine. He stood straight and if it weren’t for his bloodshot eyes, it would be impossible to know that he was a little drunk.

He close the door behind him and paused, taking in the scene before him. He burst out laughing after a few seconds.

"Who knew you had it in you?" He snarked cruelly. "Am I not enough for you anymore that you decided to whore yourself out to other Alphas?" He added, dropping the bag in his hold and taking a bottle out of it.

Nael just calmly placed Errol on his bed and then walked across the room, swinging a right at Seton’s jaw when he got close enough.

Seton dodged it, weaving slightly on his feet. "Don’t fucking touch what’s mine." He sobered up to say in a low voice, bashing the bottle over Nael’s head.

Errol let out a strangled sound, trying to get to his feet only to lose his balance and crumble on the floor.

Seton started to laugh again, expecting Nael to go down but he just stared blankly at him, not making so much as a sound although blood mixed with alcohol poured down his face.

Seton slowly stopped laughing, confusion starting to set in, he weaved harder on his feet beginning to realize that he had drunk far more than he thought.

Nael fisted his shirt with his left hand and then swung with his right at his nose, gritting his teeth at the satisfying sound of breaking bone.

The alcohol in his eyes stung but it didn’t deter him, fueled by icy rage he head-bashed Seton and cleared out his legs from under him.

Seton was stunned by this turn of events, disbelief blooming in his eyes. He laid on the ground in pain, blood streaming down his nose.

Nael leaned down. "I’m only going to give you one chance to say that you don’t own Errol." He said calmly, his tone was incredibly out of place in a situation like this.

"Fuck off." Seton flipped him, his brown eyes bleeding to black.

Nael looked pleased by this. "I was hoping you’d say that." He grinned without humor, lifting his leg to stomp on Seton’s side.

His leg impacted so hard that a loud thud could be heard, Seton curling up on a guttural yell.

Nael cupped his ear. "I couldn’t catch that." He continued calmly, stepping on Seton’s neck to make him reveal his torso again.

Another more vicious stomp to the same spot had Seton howling, curling so hard that he flipped over on his hands and knees.

Nael didn’t give him any respite, kicking his side just as violently as he stomped on him. "Speak. Have you fucking forgotten how to?" He demanded, directing his next kick to Seton’s throat, making him unable to even cry out.

"Nael, please stop." Errol called out from where he was seated on the ground, leaning against the bedpost.

Nael listened to him and stopped in favor of crouching down and snagging a handful of Seton’s hair to pull him upright. "Want to try again?" He offered generously.

Seton glanced from Nael to Errol, his Adam’s apple bobbing frantically. "I don’t own Errol." He muttered under his breath.

"Louder." Nael bit out, driving his knee into Seton’s guts.

Seton choked, blood staining his teeth. "I don’t own Errol." He spoke up, the door to the dorm room opening up right after.

"What in hell is... going on..."

"..."

Nael just stepped away from Seton’s limp body and quickly covered up Errol.

The Alphas in the next room had finally given in to their curiosity and came to check up on what was going on. They were stunned silent when they actually found out though, trying to make sense of what they were looking at.

Nael kept a protective arm around Errol as he led him out of the room, picking up the basket on his way out.

The inquisitive bystanders couldn’t point fingers because although Seton was in bad shape on the ground, his roommate and the year one Alpha were also not unscathed.

"Please take him to the infirmary," Errol asked of his neighbors, hiding his face in Nael’s chest.

"Or don’t." Nael tagged on, walking away slowly with Errol in tow, Seton blacking out on the ground in the room.