Drunk Daze
The penthouse doors had barely hissed shut before the tension in the room fucking snapped. Liang was still a trembling, overstimulated mess, his face buried so deep in Shen’s neck that he was practically trying to merge with his skin.
Hua Yong and Wenlang were already waiting in the foyer, having received the emergency retreat text from Min-ji. Hua Yong took one look at Liang’s shaky knees and the dark, fading mark on his neck and let out a long, weary sigh.
"He just needs rest, Shen," Hua Yong rumbled, his voice low to avoid rattling Liang’s hyper-sensitive ears. "The Enigma flood is draining out of his system. In two hours, he’ll be back to his usual loud-mouthed self, probably wondering why his throat feels like it was hit by a truck. Take him to the bedroom, lay him down, and for the love of God, give him one of your shirts to hold onto. He needs your scent to stabilize."
Shen didn't argue. He scooped Liang up—the Alpha King didn't even protest, just whined softly—and carried him down the hall.
Ten minutes later, Shen walked into the brand-new tactical office. He looked lethal. His hair was still a shitty mess from the showers, his tie was gone, and his violet eyes were glowing with a fucming cold, focused rage.
Hua Yong, Wenlang, Min-ho, and Min-ji were already seated around the reinforced steel desk. The atmosphere was sterile, professional, and dangerous.
"He's asleep," Shen said, his voice a flat, icy blade. He looked directly at his father. "Dad, I want Wei gone. I want him expelled, I want his family’s scholarship revoked, and I want him blacklisted from every varsity program in Beijing for laying a hand on Liang while he was vulnerable."
Hua Yong leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his massive arms. "I can make the phone call, Shen. As the primary donor to St. Jude’s, the board will do whatever I say. But I’m not doing the legwork for you."
"I’ll do it," Shen snapped. "I don't care how many documents I have to sign."
"Good," Hua Yong grunted. "Because this isn't just about a school fight. This is about legal precedents. If you want to ruin a rival Alpha’s future, you do it by the book so they can't sue us for Enigma bias later. You’ll handle the disciplinary filings, the witness statements, and the non-disclosure agreements for the student body."
"We’re in," Min-ji said, pulling her laptop out and tapping the screen. "Min-ho and I saw the whole thing. We can testify that Wei initiated physical contact and attempted to exploit a biological distress state. That’s a violation of the Second-Tier Hierarchy Protection Act' in the school charter."
"I'll pull the hallway security footage," Min-ho added, his fingers flying across his own keyboard. "I can have the file scrubbed of Liang’s... uh... vulnerable sounds, and just keep the part where Shen sends Wei into the lockers."
Shayou and Gao Tu were out for the day, busy at the corporate headquarters managing the merger of the two syndicates, so the office felt like a private war room for the heirs and the Enigma King.
For the next hour, the room was silent except for the clicking of keys and the rustle of legal papers. Wenlang watched his son with a mixture of pride and concern. Shen wasn't just acting like a boyfriend; he was acting like a Sovereign.
"Here," Min-ji said, sliding a digital tablet across the desk to Shen. "This is the formal expulsion petition. It’s drafted under your name as the witness. Sign here, here, and here. Once your dad puts his seal on the 'Board of Governors' line, Wei is a ghost by Monday morning."
Shen grabbed the stylus and signed his name with a jagged, aggressive flourish. Every stroke felt like a punch.
"Done," Shen hissed.
"Good," Hua Yong said, taking the tablet and glancing at the signatures. "The Kangs’ legal team will review it by dinner. You’ve done well, Shen. You protected your mate on the field, and now you’ve buried his enemy in the office."
Shen stood up, his gaze flicking toward the bedroom door where Liang was resting. The rage was still there, but it was being replaced by that heavy, looming realization of what was to come.
"He's going to wake up soon," Wenlang said gently. "And he's going to remember everything. The Shenny comments, the flinching... the fact that he couldn't protect himself. You need to be ready for the Alpha-pride fallout, Shen."
"I know," Shen whispered. "But first, I’m going to make sure that Wei bitch never steps foot in the same zip code as my boyfriend ever again."
The penthouse was thick with the scent of expensive ink and the low hum of cooling servers as Shen, Hua Yong, and the Kang twins finalized the digital execution of Wei’s academic career.
The heavy mahogany doors groaned open, and the sharp click of designer heels and polished loafers announced the return of the kings. Shayou and Gao Tu walked in, looking exhausted but triumphant after a day of merging two of the most powerful corporate empires in Beijing.
Shayou was loosening his silk tie, his eyes immediately landing on the crowded office. "The hell is this? Did we miss a board meeting? And why is the lighting in here set to Interrogation Room?"
Gao Tu froze, his fatherly instincts instantly spiking as he scanned the room. "Where’s Liang? And why is Shen looking like he just finished burying a body in the South Harbor?"
"Liang is in bed," Hua Yong rumbled from the head of the desk, not even looking up from the legal filings. "He’s fine. Just had a biological... overstimulation. And Shen isn't burying a body. He’s burying a reputation. Tell them, Shen."
Shen didn't even look up from the screen. "An Alpha named Wei touched Liang while he was vulnerable. I’m making sure he never sees the inside of a classroom again. The Kangs are helping with the paperwork."
Gao Tu’s face went from tired to lethal in three seconds flat. "Someone touched my son while he was down? Fucking give me that tablet. I’ll add a civil suit for emotional distress to the pile. I’ll sue his parents into a cardboard box."
"Already done, uncle," Shen said, his voice a cold, dead flatline. "But i need both of you to sign here."
While the six adults and the twins were downstairs turning a teenager's life into a legal wasteland, the bedroom door at the end of the hall creaked open.
Liang stumbled out, looking like he’d been dragged through a hedge backward. He was wearing one of Shen’s oversized black hoodies, the sleeves hanging past his knuckles. His silver-gold eyes were no longer glazed, but they were rimmed with a raw, stinging red. The haze was gone, replaced by a crushing, soul-bruising realization of every single thing that had happened since the showers.
He stood at the entrance of the office, his shadow stretching across the floor. The room went silent.
"Shen?" Liang’s voice was small—too small for a guy who was six-foot-plus of pure muscle.
Shen was out of his chair in a heartbeat, crossing the room before anyone else could breathe. He reached for Liang, but the Alpha flinched again, a tiny, involuntary twitch of his shoulders that felt like a shitty knife to Shen’s gut.
"Don't," Liang whispered, his eyes filling with hot, angry tears. "I remember, Shen. I remember calling you... that name. I remember shaking like a fucking leaf in the hall. I remember that bitch Wei laughing at me while I hid behind you like a goddamn coward."
"You weren't a coward, Liang," Shen hissed, grabbing Liang’s wrists and holding them firm. "You were marked. Your biology was scrambled. It wasn't your fault."
"It felt like my fault!" Liang roared, his voice finally cracking as he shoved Shen back. "I’m the Alpha King! I’m supposed to protect you! I’m supposed to be the one people are afraid of! Instead, I was purring on your shoulder like a fucking house cat in front of the whole school!"
He slammed his fist into the reinforced office wall—the one he’d bragged about building. The sound echoed like a gunshot.
"I’m weak, Shen," Liang sobbed, his head dropping as he collapsed against the wall. "If a temporary mark does that to me... what happens when it’s permanent? Am I just gonna be your pet? Is that what I am now?"
Gao Tu started to move toward his son, his heart breaking, but Hua Yong caught his arm, shaking his head. This was Shen’s fight.
Shen walked up to Liang, ignored the warning growl, and slammed his own hands onto the wall on either side of Liang’s head, pinning him there.
"Listen to me, you fucking idiot," Shen growled, his iridescent eyes flashing with a violent, protective love. "You are not weak. You took an Enigma’s full pheromone load to the system and you’re still standing. Most Alphas would have been catatonic for a week. You were protecting me on that field all morning, and the second you were down, it was my turn to protect you. That’s how a partnership works."
Shen leaned in, his forehead resting against Liang’s. "Wei is gone. I handled it. Your dads are here. The twins are here. We are a goddamn fortress, Liang. And if you ever call yourself a coward again, I’ll mark you so hard you’ll forget how to speak entirely. Do you understand me?"
Liang let out a shaky, broken laugh, his fingers finally reaching up to grip Shen’s hoodie. "You’re a terrifying bitch, you know that?"
"I'm your terrifying bitch," Shen corrected, pulling Liang into a hard, grounding hug. "Now shut up and sit down. We have documents for you to sign."
Liang leaned into the hug, his trembling finally starting to subside, from the warmth of the Enigma. He looked over Shen’s shoulder at the six dads and the twins, all of them watching him with a fierce, unwavering loyalty.
"Fine," Liang muttered, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "But if any of you ever call me Shenny's Pet, I’m burning this penthouse to the ground. Starting with the espresso machine."
"Deal," the room shouted in unison.
The office was finally quiet, the blue light of the monitors reflecting off the dark wood. The Kangs had retreated to their own penthouse three doors to their, leaving the BL Families crew in a rare state of calm. Hua Yong stood at the head of the long table, closing his laptop with a definitive snap.
"Enough paperwork. Enough blood," Hua Yong rumbled, his gaze moving from Shen to a much-recovered Liang. "The Wei kid is a ghost, and the merger is solid. Pack your bags tonight. We’re taking the private jet to the coast at dawn. Two days of sand, salt water, and no goddamn phones. We all earned it."
"A beach trip?" Shayou chirped, already looking for his designer swim trunks. "Fucking finally. I need a tan and a drink with a tiny umbrella."
Gao Tu laughed, pulling his husband toward the door. "Come on, everyone. Let’s get some sleep. We leave at six."
As the dads filtered out to their respective wings, the penthouse fell into a heavy, intimate silence.
Shen and Liang walked into their bedroom, the door clicking shut with a finality that made the air between them thick enough to fucking choke on. The moonlight was spilling across the silk sheets, casting Liang’s massive frame in silver.
Liang didn't go for the pajamas. He turned to Shen, his silver-gold eyes no longer hazy or vulnerable, but burning with a clear, desperate hunger.
"Shen," Liang whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "No more temporary marks. No more waiting. I want to feel you. All of you. Now."
Shen’s iridescent eyes darkened. He reached out, his fingers hooking into the collar of the hoodie Liang was wearing—his hoodie—and pulled him in. "Are you sure, Alpha? After today..."
"Because of today," Liang corrected, his hands sliding down to grip Shen’s waist, pulling him flush against his heat. "I want to know I’m yours. I want you to take everything. Don't be gentle, Shenny. Just be mine."
Shen let out a low, predatory growl at the name, but this time it wasn't a joke. He shoved the hoodie up and over Liang’s head, revealing the broad, scarred canvas of his chest. He pushed Liang back onto the massive bed, the silk cool against their skin as Shen climbed over him, pinning the Alpha’s wrists above his head.
"You asked for it," Shen hissed.
The air in the room spiked with pheromones—sandalwood and ozone clashing with Liang’s golden musk. Shen’s mouth was everywhere, his teeth grazing the fading mark on Liang’s neck, reclaiming it with a feral intensity. He moved down, his tongue tracing the hard lines of Liang’s abdominals, making the Alpha’s entire body arch off the bed in a silent, jagged plea.
When Shen finally stripped away the last of their clothes, the sight of them together was a masterpiece of power and submission. Liang was huge, a mountain of muscle, but under Shen’s hands, he was melting.
"Please, Shen... fuck, please," Liang gasped, his head thumping back against the pillows, his fingers digging into the mattress.
Shen moved between Liang’s legs, his hands steady and possessive. He took his time, making sure Liang was ready, his fingers slick and insistent until the Alpha was sobbing his name. When Shen finally pushed into him, it wasn't just a physical act, it was the Enigma claiming his soul.
Liang let out a choked, guttural scream into the crook of Shen’s neck, his legs locking around Shen’s waist to pull him deeper. Every thrust was a claim, every gasp a vow. Shen’s iridescent eyes were locked onto Liang’s, watching the way the silver turned to molten gold as the Alpha finally, completely, broke for him.
"You're mine," Shen groaned, his voice a demonic rasp as he hit that sweet spot that sent Liang into a blind, white-hot convulsing peak. "Mine, Liang. Always."
"Yours... fucking yours..." Liang sobbed, his eyes rolling back as he came, his whole body shuddering under the weight of the Enigma’s release.
Minutes later, the only sound was their synchronized, heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city. They were tangled together, a mess of sweat and silk. Shen was draped over Liang’s chest, his nose buried in the Alpha’s neck, smelling the scent of his mate.
Liang’s hand, still shaking slightly, came up to stroke Shen’s hair. "So... the beach trip?"
Shen let out a small, tired laugh, kissing the skin right over Liang's heart. "Yeah. The beach. But you’re not allowed to wear a shirt. I want everyone to know exactly whose marks those are."
"Fucking possessive bitch," Liang murmured, but he pulled Shen closer, closing his eyes in the most peaceful sleep he’d ever fucking known.