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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)

NO ONE HAS BEEN poisoned yet. It is a good thing. No one has been poisoned or abducted and sold or almost kidnapped and killed. No one has been poisoned. It is a good thing.

S.C looks at the party around her: the gown she wears doesn't itch but it is past her knees, flows between her legs and hinders fluid movement.

She wants to tear it or wear something shorter but beggars, as she once heard a gang leader say, can not be choosers.

She is not huddled in a corner but she hunches and twists her arms around herself and tries to be blend in but the beautiful blue patterned gown is doing a horrible stealth job.

She hasn't touched the food in front of her. For today, she doesn't taste it before her friends and for today, they don't bother about safety. Her friends as always, eat before her. She will have the leftovers.

A NORTH STAR NEW YEAR