CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133 WILD DANIEL.

The school was thrown into chaos, everyone’s mind stuck on the death that had just happened. A witness — a student — was quickly interviewed.

Media swarmed around the school like hungry vultures, shoving microphones into the poor boy’s face.

"We heard you were there when the bloody accident took place. Can you tell us what happened?" The lead reporter demanded, voice sharp and impatient.

The boy didn’t answer. He just stood there trembling, shaking so hard it looked like he might collapse any second.

A nearby police officer, noticing the reporters’ persistence, lost his temper. He shoved the crowd back violently.

"You irresponsible fools! Can’t you see he’s traumatized? Give the kid a break!" the officer barked, glaring at the reporters like they were trash. Then, he gently took the student by the arm and led him into the police van.

The boy was to be taken in for further investigation — and for his own safety. The police convoy drove off, sirens wailing, as school authorities dismissed classes for the day.

*******

Meanwhile, Draven followed a strange scent, his sharp senses guiding him as it grew stronger and clearer.

Charles, irritated at being ignored, trailed behind. "What’s wrong with you, man? You’ve been sniffing around like a detective."

Draven didn’t answer. His eyes darted around like a researcher hunting for proof — until his gaze locked on someone sprinting away.

Following the scent’s pull, he rushed forward, grabbed the fleeing figure’s arm — and the hoodie fell off. The pink wig dropped to the ground, revealing Daniel.

"Daniel! Oh, it’s you..." Draven gasped, pulling him into a tight hug.

But Daniel stood stiff, not returning it. His face was blank.

"Why are you here?" Draven asked, still reeling from shock.

Daniel’s tone was flat, emotionless. "So that’s your way of saying I should go back? Maybe I should. I came here and saw you hugging that cunt like she was your everything. Guess you don’t need me anymore."

He wanted to leave — before the truth caught up with him. The autopsy would reveal fingerprints soon, and when that happened, his identity would explode across the media. Worse — his omega secret would be out.

The murder wasn’t intentional. He hadn’t meant to kill the old man. It was just one shove — one shove out of anger — and now the man was gone.

"No, Daniel... that was a mistake. You know you’re the only one I want. I could never choose anyone else," Draven said, moving closer.

"Don’t." Daniel raised his hand, stopping him. "Don’t come closer. Did you even think of me when you agreed to get married? It’s not even about the marriage — it’s about you leaving without a word. Is that how you wanted it to end, Draven? Was it all just a lie?"

He still had more to say, but the crowd around them was growing thicker. He needed to go.

"I’m sorry, Daniel," Draven said softly. "I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought keeping quiet was the best way to protect you."

Charles shook his head from the sidelines. "Idiot. That’s the dumbest logic ever."

Daniel let out a bitter laugh. "Well, you did a marvelous job — even though it was a shitty one. My birthday was ruined, by the way. I only ran away before things got worse."

His mind was a mess. Was he really going to leave New York City? How was he supposed to explain that to Draven?

Just then, a silver Lamborghini pulled up in front of the school gates. Every head turned toward it — the students, the teachers, even the security guards.

"Who the hell is that?" Charles muttered as the car doors opened.

Stepping out were Xylander Wolfe and Alexander McQueen.

The crowd erupted. Girls screamed like it was a concert, and Beatrice Bradford with her clique pushed forward, eyes gleaming with greed.

Daniel turned toward the noise — and froze. His companions had found him.

Finally. Though it was a little too late.

The girls lost it, squealing and fawning over the two men. Beatrice herself ran straight to them like a moth to flame.

Seeing her near his men, Daniel’s eyes darkened dangerously.

"How dare that whore... isn’t she done opening her legs? Now she wants to shag my man too?" he hissed, ready to charge at her, but Draven held him back.

Charles saw the murderous glint in Daniel’s eyes and stepped back instantly. "Whoa. That’s terrifying..."

Xylander’s sharp gaze swept through the crowd until it landed on Daniel near the gate. But before he could move, Beatrice and her friends blocked his path.

"Mr. Wolfe," Beatrice purred. "Isn’t it boring just fucking an ass all the time? You must be thirsty for a real pussy — especially one as juicy as mine."

Draven’s jaw dropped. When had she gotten this bold? Wasn’t she the same girl who used to trail after him?

"Oh, that?" Daniel sneered. "She’s been using you, Draven. Beatrice was behind all your failures, playing you like a fool."

The crowd gasped. Draven’s veins tightened; his pulse pounded.

Charles muttered under his breath, "He’s finally learning the truth..."

Alexander’s eyes narrowed. If not for Xylander’s hand on his arm, he might’ve drawn his knife and sliced Beatrice’s tongue clean off.

Then Xylander’s voice cut through the noise. "What’s your name, girl?"

Beatrice smiled proudly. "Beatrice Bradford — the one and only."

In her delusional little mind, she thought she’d won him over.

But Xylander just smiled, cold and dangerous. He pulled out his phone. "Hello? Yeah. Her name’s Beatrice Bradford. Take her in."

He ended the call and turned away.

Beatrice blinked in confusion, looking around like a lost puppy as murmurs spread through the crowd.

Some students snickered. Others mocked Daniel cruelly.

"Gay relationships never last. Knew it was too good to be true," someone whispered.

But before anyone could react, Daniel stormed to the scene. The wig came off, and gasps erupted as students realized who he was.

"You useless, good-for-nothing tramp! Get your filthy hands off my man!" he shouted — and with a thunderous slap, the sound echoed across the school.

Beatrice stumbled and fell, clutching her cheek. Daniel yanked her up and slapped the other side.

The crowd went wild. Phones were out. Recordings started instantly.

Draven tried to intervene, but Daniel wasn’t done. His final punch landed square on her mouth, knocking her to the ground, teeth scattering.

"That’s for touching what’s mine," Daniel hissed.

Alexander motioned him to the car while Xylander gave Draven and Charles a signal. They all got in quickly, and as they drove off, Daniel pressed his hand to the window, flipping Beatrice off.

Fuck you and your dry-looking ass and pussy.

Within minutes, Twitter and Instagram exploded.

#DanielGoesWild was trending.

Rumors spread like wildfire — was Daniel really living with more than one man? Was Xylander the only one?

No one knew the full story.

Except a few.