A man standing tall in the dark room received a gift box from his servant. He opened it hurriedly, but his excitement turned into vexation, and he threw it away.

'What is this, slave? I gave you only one task, and you couldn't do it for me?"


The blooded head of Melinda rolled over the floor like a football, that black cloaked savior entered the room.

'I tried my best, master. She just took the money and left. I am sorry, master."

'Money, good."


That man's vile laugh resonated in that spacious hall.

'Not bad, slave. Now, I have a perfect idea to destroy Alpha Eric Dietor. You have made everyone's life hell with your greed for power; I'll make sure to destroy you completely.


You have to pay with interest for your every misdeed, Alpha. Just wait and watch!"

…

Mathew's return from the official trip was life draining news for Jason, who was praying for his long trip.

'What are you doing here?"

Mathew barged into the attic and growled furiously.

'I clearly stated that you will stay at my place for the next sixty years. How dare you deny my first command?"

He grabbed Jason's arm and yanked him up. Jason's head hung low; he didn't have anything to say in his defense.

'Sorry!"

His feeble apology added fuel to the fire.

'Follow me."

Jason gulped hard and came out, several displays of severe torture flashed across his mind.

As Mathew had already promised him to torment him, he was not a fool to take his anger lightly.

'Your parents hate me, Gamma. I could not endure their acrimony, and shifted back to the attic"

Jason mumbled under his breath; he knew that his new master would never accept his version of the story. Obviously, which son would believe his killer over his parents?

They reached the training ground, which was empty at that time.

'Tell me, Jay. How would you like to be punished?"

Mathew brought out a heavy red fiber glass cane and waved before his eyes.

After being whipped by the silver whips, Jason was pretty much relaxed after this harmless cane's display.

'As you see fit, master."

He stretched his arms, his palm facing upwards.

'Good. Now bend on the bench, head down and raise your bottom. It will be fifty strikes as it is your first offense."

Jason nodded and bent on the bench according to the instructed position, laughing at Mathew's innocence.

'I have seen worse, you clueless wolf."

But when the first strike landed on his butt, its sting spread through his whole body.

'What?"

He tried to open his mouth; Mathew stuffed his handkerchief in it.

'No questioning during punishment."

He resumed the canning, each thud stung like hell after the third strike. Jason's muffled cries with the rhythm of the strikes created a symphony, his mind clouded as an unknown haze took over him.

This type of canning stimulated his sleeping pressure points; Jason felt alarming stiffness between his legs.

'What is happening to me?"

He gasped as Mathew's firm hand kneaded his burning ass. Although the sensation of pain vanished with his supernatural healing, he was too ashamed to stand up.

'Go and stand by the pole, with your hands behind your head and face towards it."

Those twenty minutes of simply staring at the light pole were oddly humiliating, Jason's eyes welled up, as he was feeling uneasy.

'Turn!"

He turned to see Mathew, who was wearing only trousers, his bare body was glimmering under the moonlight. Mathew looked at his bulge and his lips curled up in a mean smirk.

'You are not allowed to touch yourself."

'No!"

Jason, who was thinking about it first thing after this penalty, squalled hurriedly.

'It's not fair."

'Do you think this canning was an offense's pay back? No, Jay. It's just a start."

The long night of misery finally ended with the sunrise; Mathew was frustrated to feel the end of his play so soon.

'This is unacceptable, I have to do something about it."

Simmering in anger, he ran towards the Pack house to see Charlotte. He found her in the dining hall, having a chocolate cake leisurely.

'You have to give me that daylight amulet for Jason. I can't let him roam freely."

Charlotte closed her eyes and savored a bite, practically licking the fork.

'We have discussed it before, Mathew. You will get it at your Mating Ceremony."

'You can't do this to me, Luna."

He gaped in disbelief.

'Actually, I can."

'Go and be nice to him. Jason is my sire, and I am on his side."

As he was staring at her wide-eyed, Charlotte pointed her fork towards the door.

Understanding her meaning, Mathew began the quest to search for Alpha, as he hadn't seen him since the morning.

'Where is Alpha?"

After checking every possible place where Alpha could be, he inquired Amy. She placed her hand on the mouth and tiptoed to whisper in his ears.

'Alpha is imprisoned in his room, Luna Lily opened the door for him but he didn't come out. Alpha stated that he wanted to be fair in his relationship."

...

Disregarding Eric's henpecked husband's attitude, Mathew complained pitifully.

'Luna is clearly playing favorite with Sir Liam. She solved his daylight problem in a heartbeat, but she is not giving me the daylight talisman for my mate Jason. Please ask her on my behalf."

'You have a mate, and it's a sired vampire?"

Mathew had to repeat his story patiently to that dumbstruck Alpha.

'It's such great news and you were hiding it from me. As you are facing difficulties in the relationship, I will not make things hard for you. Take my advice and mark your mate. Everything will be fine."

Eric's tried and tested experience baffled already agitated Mathew.

'I want him willing to be marked. This moment is so precious between mates, I would like to make it memorable for him."

Eric's face changed color for a while as he remembered his marking. He shook his head.

'Then take him to a gay's pub, at least he would know that you are interested in men."

Mathew's canines came out on display, in support of his notion.

'I will definitely take him out tonight.

Thank you, Alpha."