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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)

THE RINGING OF THE alarm jolts him awake like a heart attack, snapping him out of sleep delirium in a flash. Stumbling out of bed, he rush out the door in a daze running towards the Musclehouse like a drunk.

Getting there, Alpha North is saluted by Sergeant Gufg, a wiry Shifter with a mango shaped head, carrot like nose and of hands twice his body size.

"What's the situation? How many are there?" he sidesteps but the Shifter blocks him.

"Apologies, Alpha but for your safety, I can not let you pass. Not until the trespassers have been stripped down and chained."

"What is going on? Who are the trespassers?"

"Runts, Alpha North," his thin nose scrunches in a grimace, "They are runts."

RUNTS