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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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Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb

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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)

ANIMALS CAN SLEEP THROUGH anything. At least domesticated animals. Animals kept in cages. Animals reared. A thunderstorm could wreck the roof of the barn and they won't wake as long as the barn stands, the roof doesn't shatter and the door doesn't break.

The noise outside of the barn doesn't sound at all like a thunderstorm but if the ruckus bleeds closer, it might. Rowdy soldiers talking at once, like barbarians and like barbarians, their speech is almost incoherent, slurred and loud.

Nia mentally congratulates herself that she'd slinked into the barn before the 'community bonding' started. Once nine soldiers began trooping in, clapping each other on the back and starting bets early, Nia knew it was time to make herself scarce.

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