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"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha."

"So?"

"So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spats, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato.

"Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades.

Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple.

And when a whimper fell from the Alpha's lips, he growled and bit his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison.

"Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy."


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WARNING: mature scenes between two (consenting) men
light kink & submission
if a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter)



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Making The Alpha Submit  (BL)

"WILL I BE ABLE to get my things? It might help me remember," Lata drops her head and in a quiet voice continues, "And something of Rain's? A memento I can keep."

Kamil has no idea how to broach that topic to the Alpha. With everything that has happened, he is ninety nine point nine percent certain the Blue Sun Pack won't allow her take anything from them even if what she request is rightfully hers to collect.

Given points for ownership, that tiny one percent might work in favour. Regardless of the outcome, he needs to have this discussion with the Alpha.

However when he enters the Alpha's office, he finds him fighting off sleep: drowsy, bringing his mug to his lips but grunts in annoyance when it's empty, the latter being an amusing (only to him) reoccurrence.

TAKE A DAMN NAP