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The atmospheric symphony echoed the brewing tension and unspoken secrets, encapsulating a moment poised on the brink of revelation and veiled intentions.

At present,

In front of the grand gates of the academy, a carriage pulled up, its elegant design obscured by the shadows of the evening.

Cloaked and hooded, Jaegar alighted from the carriage and swiftly made his way through the entrance.

The evening had settled upon the grounds, and he navigated his way to the dormitory with a determined gait.

Upon entering, he encountered Pierre, who seemed eager to inquire about his absence. "Where have you been, mate?"

Pierre questioned, looking somewhat concerned. As Jaegar removed his cloak and settled into the common room, he casually responded, "Just wandering about here and there, you know how it is."

Pierre, in a somewhat exasperated tone, relayed, "The headmaster was pretty riled up because of your departure. He kept prying into your whereabouts and reasons for leaving. It was rather bothersome, to be honest."

Letting out a sigh, he added, "Just do me a favour next time, let the old man know, alright?"

Understanding his friend\'s concern, Jaegar offered a reassuring pat on Pierre\'s shoulder and agreed, "Sure, I\'ll keep that in mind."

In a moment of light banter, Jaegar inquired with a playful grin, "So, did you miss your dear friend?" His tone carried a hint of humour as he directed the question at Pierre.

Pierre, raising his brow in a mix of irritation and amusement, snorted in response, "Like hell, I\'d miss you."

Jaegar, feigning offence, rolled his eyes in mock disbelief. "Oh, of course, you\'re too occupied with your \'girl,\' aren\'t you?" he teased.

At the mention of a \'girl,\' a slight flush crept up on Pierre\'s cheeks, an unmissable hue that he desperately tried to conceal.

Jaegar, noticing the sudden change in his friend\'s demeanour, couldn\'t resist a chuckle. "Wait, are you blushing, Pierre?" Jaegar quipped, thoroughly enjoying Pierre\'s visible embarrassment.

It had been more than two years since they were dating, but he still couldn\'t get used to it, and he always blushed when Jaegar teased him.

Pierre caught off guard, shot a quick retort, "Shut it, man," his voice holding a mix of annoyance and good-natured embarrassment, their banter wrapping them in a comfortable familiarity.

The conversation then shifted to catching up on the day\'s events at the academy, detailing the moments Jaegar had missed.

*

Tens of miles distant from the revered academy, nestled within the cradle of mountain valleys, lay an isolated island, veiled within the embrace of a small, glistening lake. The island itself was a sanctuary, a place shrouded in mystique, its existence known to only a select few. A place where nature\'s whispers and the secrets of the elements coalesced in perfect harmony.

Upon this secluded island, a scene of enigmatic tranquillity unfolded. The undisturbed surface of the lake mirrored the azure sky above, while verdant foliage enshrouded the shores, creating an idyllic haven untouched by the clamour of the outside world.

Amidst this serene tableau, hidden within the verdure, there lay a structure, an enigmatic edifice whose architecture seemed to meld seamlessly with the surrounding natural beauty.

Within the confines of the structure, a woman draped in black robes occupied the space. Her hair, once voluminous, now cascaded in untamed curls around her face, betraying the marks of passing years. Despite the wear of time, an ethereal grace enveloped her, hinting at an otherworldly beauty that transcended age.

The room exuded an ambience that one would typically associate with a witch\'s abode, brimming with an array of peculiar and mystical items.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and another figure made her entrance—Ellamaria. Clad in a two-piece outfit that veiled her upper torso, her caramel-coloured skin exuded an exotic allure. Securing her dark hair in a neat ponytail, she settled gracefully onto a nearby couch. "How much longer do we have to stay here?" she inquired of the woman, addressing her as Agatha.

"You are here, Ella," Agatha responded calmly.

Ellamaria\'s retort was barely audible, "Agatha, I could have killed him then, that night, you know."

Agatha reasoned, "But he wouldn\'t understand why he met his fate."

A noncommittal murmur was all she received in response.

Agatha, engrossed in her task, tended to a pot of simmering liquid while engrossed in an old book.

Ellamaria, visibly frustrated, stretched out her legs, resting them up on the table before her.

It was Ellamaria who orchestrated the incident at the academy involving the werewolf, a deliberate scheme that drew hunters to the scene. Utilizing one of the hunters as a pawn, she manipulated him to do her bidding.

Ellamaria belonged to a rare species of wolf breed, and through her bite, she ensnared the hunter, making him a mere puppet at her command.

Breaking the tense silence, Agatha uttered, "Patience, Ella. Patience," with an air of sagely calmness, seemingly aware of the unfolding machinations and the need for forbearance in their scheme.

*

Amid the unyielding downpour, the rain persisted, yet within this deluge, a lone figure navigated through the inclement weather, pressing forward with determined steps towards the inn where Lorcan had taken residence.

The inn\'s dimly lit interior revealed her face as she ascended the stairs, heading towards the room where Lorcan resided.

Since their initial conversation, her visits have become a daily occurrence, with this day marking the fourth time she\'d ventured to the inn.

Each time she arrived, she lingered through the night and departed in the morning, a pattern she\'d established without deviation.

Jeanine, her presence announced by the creak of the door, entered the room and caught sight of her former student\'s presence, Ethan. A faint smile touched her lips at the sight of the two men, eagerly anticipating her arrival. She relished the dynamic of having men eager to serve her, and with deliberate steps, she advanced into the room.

Lorcan, who was opposite, was looking pale, and his had sagged under, with dark spots evident and a lack of sleep.

The rain outside contributed a musical backdrop to the suspense that filled the room. The sound of raindrops against the windows created an atmosphere thick with tension.

The eyes of the two young men fixated on Jeanine, while hers remained fixed upon them, a silent exchange of anticipation and veiled intentions in the air.

"You brought him, Lorcan," Jeanine said in a husky voice as she moved closer to Lorcan.

She sat beside him, and Lorcan slowly sat before her, taking her hands and caressing his face.

Lorcan couldn\'t believe what happened to him in the past couple of days. He was more thrilled to be dominated by a woman, more likely by Jeanine. He was the one who wanted to break her but ended up submitting to her.

During their first encounter, Lorcan thought of breaking her by ramming her over and over. But as the session continued, he had been sucked dry and couldn\'t hold a candle to her. But she didn\'t leave and rode him, literally sucking him dry.

Slowly, the plan had been reversed, and Jeanine was the one who broke him, and he had completely submitted to her. Before the experience Jeanine had with men, he was like a little boy in front of her.

And more importantly, that rod of his couldn\'t completely reach the point where she wanted, it wasn\'t the best, but she could get it on for now.

It had been quite some time since she had herself a man; from the time Jaegar dicked her, she wasn\'t able to enjoy sex like she used to. But it never stopped her. She was a total wreck. She looked for others who could satisfy her like Jaegar did, but she never got any.

She wanted to go back to Jaegar and ask him to plunge his beautiful hot rod into her, but before she could ask, she was caught with Heath. She didn\'t want to plead or make any excuses and the indifference he showed toward her made her angry, and frustrated.

And now, out of pure hatred towards Jaegar, she was letting it off with Lorcan, who arrived at a perfect moment, giving her a chance to get back at Jaegar.

Ethan was confused as she stared at his friend, who was pleading with their professor like a dog in her lap. This...was knew to him. Together, they had broken many girls and had fun. Lorcan, when he was having sex, was like an animal in heat.

He raised his voice and said, "What the fuck are you doing, Lorcan?" Ethan demanded Lorcan, which made Jeanine turn her head.

Lorcan then smiled and said, "What does it look like?"

"Lorcan, what happened to you? What happened to my brother? where is he?"