Ruined for the Captain (A MxM WEREWOLF ROMANCE)

~EVERETT~

I never thought I’d lose my virginity like this. I never thought that the one man who hated me the most in the world would be the same man groaning as he shoved his thick cock into my tight hole for the first time in my life.

But it all started a few weeks ago, the day my whole life began to fall apart.

Weeks earlier.

The bus door had hissed open and spat me out in front of the tallest building I had ever seen in my entire life.

Everyone at home had congratulated me and mentioned how lucky I was to be enrolled here, but only I knew the truth… that this was going to be my prison and torture chamber for the next two years of my life.

The tall building in front of me was Rudolf Academy. It the most elite and prestigious school in the entire realm, and it stood in front of me like a dark fortress waiting to swallow me whole.

If my shaking hands betrayed me, no one noticed. Or they probably did, and chose not to care.

Either way, the gray stone walls felt like they were closing in before I even took a step.

I adjusted the strap of my bag, pulled down my hoodie and tried to be invisible as I strode into the premises.

The vibe here was completely different from the small pack I left back at home. It was not just bigger and more luxurious, it was colder and much more dangerous.

There were expensive pine trees, old snow, and the stuffy suffocating scents of Alphas who knew they owned every inch of this ground and everything in it.

Including me.

At that thought, I lowered my head even more.

I had known Rudolf was an elite school, but seeing it was different. It looked like something out of a magazine for the rich and powerful.

Everything looked perfect and strong… except me.

I forced my legs to move.

"That's him," a girl whispered as I passed the main gates. "The disgusting omega boy from the Red-moon trash."

Soft laughter bubbled through a group of students standing by a fountain. I didn't look at them.

I knew what they saw. A weak omega. Frail. Pathetic and an unwanted burden. I could feel their eyes on my face—on my cheeks, my lips, the way my hips swayed even when I tried to keep my walk stiff and invisible.

I had spent my whole life trying to be invisible. It never worked.

I made it to the administration building.

The woman behind the desk looked irritated, like my existence was a mild inconvenience she hadn't planned for.

She didn't look at my face, only at the papers I pushed across the counter.

"Everett," she sneered.

"Yes," I replied.

She handed me a heavy brass key. "Dorm Wing C. The old building.”

"Thank you," I said quietly.

She didn't answer.

The walk across the quad was long and the nasty whispers followed me like smoke, clinging to my clothes.

I tried to focus on the ground, on the cracks in the stone, but then a large shoulder slammed into mine, hard.

I stumbled, my bag nearly slipping from my grip.

"Watch it, Omega," a boy sneered.

He was tall, his Alpha scent sharp and biting like cheap cologne. He didn't stop to see if I was okay. He just kept walking, laughing with his friends.

I didn't respond. I would never dare to.

I found Wing C at the far edge of the campus. It was an old building that smelled like mold and wet stone. My room was small, a single bed with a light mattress and a desk that had seen better decades.

I unpacked the few things I owned. It didn't take long.

The last thing I pulled out was a cracked photo of my mother. I set it on the nightstand, my fingers staying on the glass. She looked happy in the photo. I couldn't remember what that felt like.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

I told myself this would be enough.

Even though life here would be tough, it was better than being back in the red-moon pack where Eric and his friends---

No.

No, I won’t think about that. I had vowed to never think about him… and what he had done to me ever again.

Here, in Rudolf Academy, I might be surrounded by arrogant bloodthirsty Alphas who saw me as nothing but disgusting trash, but if I kept my head low enough, and as long as I never met any one from the Salvador family, I would survive.

That was the plan, and that plan worked, at least for a few hours. Until the orientation notice on my door caught my eye.

'All transfer students report to the Vikings Arena. 6:00 PM. Mandatory.'

My throat tightened. The Vikings. The hockey team. The heart of the school's power. The one place that was dominated by the most aggressive sadistic Alphas in the school.

And I had to go there! It was mandatory. I sighed in despair and left the safety of my room.

By the time I reached the arena, the sun had dropped behind the mountains. The air inside the rink was even colder than outside, smelling of strong ice and sweat.

I stepped through the doors and froze.

The entire team was on the ice. They moved like a single, deadly machine, the sound of blades cutting through the frozen surface echoing like gunshots in the empty stands.

I stood by the glass, my heart beating against my ribs as I prayed for no one to look my way..

But then, the largest Alpha suddenly halted in his tracks.

He didn't just slow down—he dug his skates into the ice, sending a spray of frost against the glass right in front of me.

He was tall, his jersey stretched over broad shoulders, his eyes a cold, piercing blue that felt like they were stripping me bare.

The rest of the team also slowed down, sensing the shift.

The Alpha pulled off his helmet, his hair dark and wet with sweat. His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling. It wasn't just curiosity.

It was a lock. Like he had just smelled blood in the water, or something sweeter.

The speechlessness was suffocating. I wanted to turn and run, but my legs felt like lead.

He skated closer to the edge, his gaze never leaving mine. A slow, cruel smile curved his lips. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile a wolf gives a rabbit before the kill.

"Well, well," his voice cut through the cold air, deep and rough. "Look what the trash dragged in."

I knew that voice. And I suddenly remembered that face.

This was Knox. Knox Salvador.

The Alpha King of Rudolf Academy. The boy whose sister was dead because of my family. The one person I had hoped to never ever see again in this life time.

His eyes slowly trailed down my body, then back to my face.

"You're a long way from home, little omega," he said, his voice dropping low, enough that only I could feel the vibration of it.

I couldn't breathe. My heart wasn't just racing anymore—it was shattering.

He leaned against the top of the glass, his scent washing over me. It was woodsmoke and winter. It was dominance. It was a promise of pain.

"Ohh, you won't belive how long I've been waiting for you, Omega," he whispered with ice in his eyes.