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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)

NOWADAYS, SHIFTERS THROW AWAY customs and traditions if it pleases them. They will lecture about the savageness if traditionalism compared to the saving grace of modernity, then nod and conclude as if they have a good head on their shoulders.

Alpha Ulo River has a good head on his shoulders. How did he think of being bonded to an Alpha? Why had he thought of that? It is simple.

His plan is almost complete. While he doesn't appreciate his parents hounding him whether his mate, Rebecca is already with child, he can understand their impatience. He is impatient too. However, Rome wasn't built in a day.

Step by step, Alpha Ulo River has been planning this ever since he became the Alpha nine years ago. It was why he arranged his sister to be mated to a sickly Alpha.

GOLD FLOWS LIKE RIVER