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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)

SKY'S MATE WINS THE bet. Of all the fifty hidden love notes, he finds four more to his three and Blue Sun none.

North Star stares at the wall of love notes arranged perfectly in the shape of love, the middle part missing six, its gaping hole setting a feeling of unease in his throat.

Wall white and pristine, the notes are clearer than a pond of spring water, the wall becoming redder and vibrant as more love notes are added.

A heart representation. In North Star's mind, the bright red is bleeding—bleeding and needs immediate attention. But he is a cynic and a pessimist and shouldn't be allowed near visual representation of love.

The slice of cake he has been slowly eating is working wonders at keeping his irritation at bay. Why he is irritated isn't baffling. It is because he knows why.

His foolish eyes. He blames the ceremony. The overall happy happy ambiance, the smiles, Rivers' beam.

CAKE