FERAL OBSESSESION Bound by the Lycans curse

Heart racing and pounding loud in his ear, chest heaving as he weaved his way around the people in his way. His eyes caught a basket of tomatoes, and effortlessly he jumped over it, hearing the owner yell after him.

"Stop!"

Ethan glanced at the group of boys chasing after him. Are they not tired? He could barely feel his legs, his strength wearing thin as they had been chasing him for almost an hour.

His fist clenched. He couldn't give up; he needed to lose them. If they got to him, it would be over. His rib still hurt, and the doctor had warned him he might have internal bleeding if the bullying didn't stop. He couldn't afford to get hospitalized, not with so much else to worry about.

He glanced back again, just to keep their distance in check, but found them gone. Had he lost them? He halted for a moment-they were nowhere in sight. Gripping his bag closer, he headed for the next corner but was welcomed by a punch to his face.

Ethan fell, nose bleeding. His head spun as he hit the ground hard, pain shooting through his back, making him yelp.

"Where do you think you're going, misfit?" James, the most brutal one among them, smirked down at him.

Hastily, Ethan got to his feet and tried to run out of the corner, but was met with another brutal punch, sending him back to the floor with a busted lip. Thane, who had hit him, glared down at him.

"Please, let me go," Ethan couldn't help but beg. A single hit might kill him. James grabbed his collar, his face inches away as he shot him the coldest look.

"Begging now, huh? Thought you'd learn by now that it only makes it worse."

Ethan could taste the metallic bitterness of his blood on his lips. He wanted to fight back, scream, run-do anything but plead-but the pain radiating through his body was overwhelming.

One of the boys snickered, kicking Ethan's bag, its contents sprawling across the floor. Ethan's eyes flickered to his belongings: books, notes, his phone. He watched as the boy stepped on his notes, and it took every ounce of strength in him not to yell.

"Look at you. Nothing but a pathetic stray," James sneered. "I gave you a strict warning, didn't I? I asked you to be careful with my essay, but you made it obvious the work was yours."

Ethan sniffled. "I told you, I have no idea how Mrs. Katherine found out," he defended, only to have James slam him against the brick wall, making him wince.

"Yes, you did. You did it on purpose, thinking I wouldn't make you do my schoolwork anymore. But guess what? As long as you're alive and still in Washington, I'll torment you until your last breath," James spat.

Ethan's vision blurred as he tried to fight back his tears. He wanted to argue that he had done everything to avoid suspicion, but it was pointless to argue with someone like James.

Being the son of a famous tycoon in the city, James had everyone wrapped around his finger-both students and teachers. No one would believe Ethan's story, even if he dared to tell it. Not only James but many others at school despised him.

Ethan had gotten into the college on a scholarship, and he'd thought it was a dream come true. But setting foot on campus had turned it into a nightmare. He barely fit in, and even though he tried hard not to get noticed, his academic performance quickly drew attention. Instead of bringing pride, it made him a target.

As the son of the wealthiest man in the city, James was used to getting whatever he wanted-and to being seen as the best. Ethan's presence, his undeniable brilliance, threatened that image, even though he hadn't meant to.

"I think... instead of helping you with your work and stuff..." Ethan began, hoping what he was about to say wouldn't trigger James any further. But he had no choice. "I think I should... maybe tutor you? So you can do it yourself."

"The fuck?" Thane cursed behind James, a hint that Ethan had crossed a line.

James laughed, a laugh that seemed unhinged. "You want to tutor me? What do you think I am, a dumbass?"

Ethan's jaw clenched. What the hell did he want from him, then? That was the only help he could offer. He couldn't possibly make himself fail intentionally just because of James. Ethan had goals too-to succeed, and to support his sick mother.

Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out. "I think instead of wasting your time here bullying me, you should be feeding your brain with necessary things."

He had gone insane. He had finally gone insane to say such a thing. Ethan swallowed hard, trying to focus on James's face, which now wore a smirk, his eyes narrowing coldly.

Surprisingly, James let go of his collar. Ethan would have fallen if it weren't for the wall, his knees weak from the intense running. Were they letting him go? His last shred of hope shattered as James grinned and gave the order.

"Beat him up."

Ethan's eyes widened. No, not like this!