Alpha's Human Mate

The Greek God

Gulf and Kokliang strode towards the cafeteria like they were walking the runway at a fashion week, Kokliang desperately trying to keep pace with Gulf, who appeared to have just received a telegram from the Queen stating he'd better hurry along. The mission? To sample the supposedly finest grub in town at the faculty's cafeteria. They ordered a medley of dishes, all top recommendations from Kokliang before they settled down to devour their banquet with the fervour of two starved lions at a buffet.

True to the whispers around campus, the cafeteria served food so good you'd think it was blessed by culinary gods, with hearty portions crammed full of proteins, carbs, and enough vitamins to fuel an army. With their bellies full and their hearts light, the duo sauntered back to class, boasting a cool five minutes to spare on their watches. As they chatted and shared stories, they swiftly realised they had unlocked the elusive title of best friends, as though they'd just stumbled upon it on the back of a cereal box.

---- A few hours later ----

Finally, it was time to head home. Kokliang and Gulf packed their things and waved at the lecturer before making their grand exit. "Hey Gulf!" called Kokliang, falling into step beside him. "You driving today?"

"Nope, my old man dropped me like a hot potato, and now I need to ring him to come fetch me. What's up?"

"Oh, cool," replied Kokliang, looking a tad sheepish.

"Why? Do you need a lift or something?" Gulf queried, dialling his stepfather.

Just then, Kokliang waved at someone, prompting Gulf to glance in the same direction. "Come, follow me, Gulf!" Kokliang beckoned, pulling on Gulf's arm. Gulf was still wrestling with his phone, frowning at the screen like it was responsible for a personal slight, while being dragged along by Kokliang.

He quickly hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket, redirecting his gaze. That's when he spotted the latest model: a black sleek Audi Sedan parked at the curb, giving off an air of sleek sophistication that could only mean one thing – it cost more than Gulf's monthly rent.

The door swung open, and out stepped a Greek god, muscles flexing like he was in a bodybuilding competition, and with looks that could melt ice caps. Standing at around 185 cm (6'1), with a chiseled face and raven-black hair, he practically screamed dominance – like someone had forged the very essence of testosterone and poured it into a human form!

And just when Gulf thought he was immune to such charms, he felt an alarming warmth radiate from the Greek god, making him want nothing more than to fling himself into those arms and bask in safety. Attempting to maintain a respectful distance while suppressing the urge to jump the gorgeous Adonis, Gulf's heart raced faster than a kid who just spied the last slice of pizza at a party.

"Phi, this is my new friend Ai'Gulf," Kokliang introduced, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Gulf flashed his sweetest smile and performed a polite wai, watching as those arms flexed and veins popped in a manner that was both rough and manly while returning his gesture. His mind, however, took a nosedive straight into the gutter.

'Bloody hell! Those arm veins! It should be illegal to look that good. I mean, it's downright criminal! Just picture being playfully choked by those hands while he's doing... well, you know,' Gulf's imagination wandered into decidedly racy territory.

"Gulf... Gulf?! You okay?" Kokliang prodded.

"Y-yea, I'm fine! Just... contemplating world peace, or something," Gulf stammered, forcing himself to focus.

The Greek god smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes, while Kokliang carried on obliviously. "Oh, by the way, Gulf, this is my big brother P'Mew," he introduced, gesturing at the heartthrob.

"And P'Mew, this is my best mate, the new kid, Gulf," added Kokliang, as both Mew and Gulf nodded, acknowledging each other like two dignitaries at a summit.

"Phew! What a relief. For a moment, I thought you were going to kidnap me and sell me to the highest bidder, probably to be dissected for organs on the black market," Gulf quipped with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"Your arse is mine, Gulf!" bellowed a voice from behind, crashing down like thunder.

'Great, just what I need – a deranged clown with a vendetta,' Gulf thought, inwardly groaning.

Just then, Mew let out a low, threatening growl aimed in the direction of whatever menace was coming, causing Gulf's insides to flutter uncomfortably. Mew, with that werewolf nose of his, could probably sniff out Gulf's unexpected arousal, and the low growls continued, sounding somewhere between possessive and dangerously alluring.

San, the aforementioned menace, halted in his tracks as his friends steered him away from marching ominously towards Gulf.

"Who's that?" Mew growled again, his voice dropping to a deep, intimidating rumble.

'Wait, so this chiseled beauty is a werewolf too? Well, duh, he's Kokliang's brother!' Gulf mentally facepalmed.

"I asked who is that?!" Mew reiterated, annoyance creeping into his tone, this time fixing his glare on Gulf.

"My secret admirer, I guess. You know, sometimes people just can't take no for an answer," Gulf shot back with a cheeky grin.

"Don't mess with me, Gulf. Who is that?!" Mew pressed, irritation sharpening his voice.

'Damn, a hot werewolf who's apparently very territorial. Going to need to keep my wits about me,' Gulf conceded, smirking inwardly.

"He's a nobody. Just a brat, a werewolf brat who happens to be a bully, and I'm so going to punch him even more after this," said Gulf.

Gulf spun around and caught Mew with his jaw practically scraping the pavement in disbelief at what he had just heard. Mew shot a glare at Kokliang, which made Gulf glare right back at Mew.

"Hey, leave my boy alone! I already know about werewolf stuff because I happen to live under the same roof as one. My stepdad was a werewolf, and he told us all about it. Don't worry, boo; I'll keep your secret safe," Gulf said, winking at Mew, who merely stared at him, jaw still dropped.