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Alvin nodded. There was a brief moment of silence, as I thought about the news I’d heard, feeling sympathetic to Soren’s situation.

"So, what’s the verdict? Anyone you ‘fancy’ in particular?"

"Stephen and Sean seem okay, pretty attractive," I said, purposely omitting Soren. For some reason, I didn’t want to talk about him right now.

Alvin frowned. "No! Not my favorite Sean!"

I shrugged. "He's objectively attractive. You said when someone new joins, they need to know the password."

"Oh yeah, of course. Without it, don’t even try to arrange anything. The password is ‘Kingdom of Promises’. We also call our club that."

"Oh, that’s so dramatic, but alright, I’ll remember."

"Jerk, don’t complain."

"Alright, thanks a lot for letting me into your secret club, or… kingdom." I grinned crookedly. "I need to think about who I'd like to, let's say, try out."

"Take your time. If you can't decide, you can always fuck me for free!" He winked and gave a somewhat awkward chuckle.

Archer shot him a contemptuous look.

"No, thanks…" I made a sour face.

It wasn’t the first time Alvin jokingly offered himself, but he wasn’t my type, not in the slightest. Not that he was ugly, I just wasn’t into his type of somewhat obnoxious personality.

"Your loss. Okay, I'll let them know that a new person is joining. I'll also inform our patrons."

"Patrons… what a name."

"Yeah, sounds classy, right?" He grinned and added, "Just spare me the details if you pick Sean. I don't need those to be happy!"

I went back to lying on my bed, noticing Archer's strange glare out of the corner of my eye. For some weird reason, I couldn't get Soren out of my mind. That dude was getting on my nerves with his insolent behavior from day one because I didn't understand what I did to deserve it. Now that I knew his story better, I got his motives, but it still felt strange, remembering hishostile gaze and how he ostentatiously moved away from me in the lecture hall…

Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

This evening, while showering and jerking off, I tried to fantasize about fucking my ex, Martin. I usually did so for this exact purpose, despite the fact that it could be considered self-torture. But as soon as I closed my eyes and pictured Martin's pretty face, his long black curls, and his willowy body under me, moaning and begging me to fuck him harder, I couldn't shoo away the overlay that superimposed itself on Martin's face.

His steel-blue eyes turned into stormy gray, and a tattoo grew on the sides of his face. Also… earrings pierced through his skin. It wasn't long before it was Soren under me, begging, "Yeah, go deeper, Skye. Fuck me, crush me, plow me, devour me!" It's funny how the imagination works, right? I finished superfast, and I splashed my cum all over the shower wall, feeling surprisingly satisfied. For sure, this new fantasy was a welcome addition to my mental sex file cabinet.

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The next day, as I walked to class, I noticed a group of people standing to the left of the building entrance, smoking cigarettes. I immediately recognized Soren and Sean, and there was also some alpha with bleached blond hair standing next to them. The trio was talking—or rather, Sean was doing most of the talking, engaging the blond guy. Soren smoked, taking deep drags and glancing off to the side toward the park, not seeming particularly interested in the conversation, or maybe even slightly miffed by it.

As I walked past, our eyes met for a brief moment. From this distance, I couldn't make out his facial expression very well because it was obscured by smoke, but he immediately turned his head, looking over to the distant buildings, not giving me any indication that he even noticed me—not that I cared. I just felt this weird shiver down my spine, as I already knew that it was Soren whose services I’d want to purchase, even if just for a handjob. Despite how he treated me. Yeah, he said he didn't do alphas, but maybe he would if I gave him a good price?

Well, it was a nice idea.

I entered the lecture hall and sat in the back row to be able to observe the whole room. Two minutes before the lecture started, Soren walked in. He and I shared most of the courses. He looked around and saw me sitting in the seat he usually took, and then ostentatiously turned to the side and sat two rows in front of me.

Throughout the lecture, I kept glancing in his direction. He was wearing a thick black hoodie and tight black jeans. His long hair was tied up in a ponytail that fell down his neck and back, and I noticed his unusually pale skin. I didn’t know why, but throughout the lecture, my eyes kept wandering toward him, my gaze sliding over his exposed, white neck, but of course, I didn't make any move.

The same thing happened in the cafeteria. Soren met Sean there, and they had lunch together. I sat nearby, within sight of Soren. I knew he glanced at me a few times, but he was very careful not to let our eyes meet, as if he didn’t want to give me any satisfaction. I noticed that other students didn’t even try to approach him; evidently, they already knew his ways.

Then came the next lecture, during which Soren sat on the opposite side of the room from me. It was almost strange how he kept away from me. There were plenty of other students, butsomehow, he singled me out, ostentatiously distancing himself from me in all the lectures and labs.

What was his deal? He treated others with indifference, sometimes sitting next to one of the other students, but he avoided me like I was the bubonic plague.

I observed Soren over the next few days. He didn’t have many friends; he mainly hung out with Sean. I guess since he transferred here for senior year, he still hadn’t made friends with all the students in our major—Computer Science and Engineering—but he’d been here the whole semester longer than I was, so he probably felt less like a ‘new guy’ than I did anyway.

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