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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)

EVERYONE OOHS, EVEN THE hurt Cadet on the mat. Kamil raise a brow at him. He shrugs. Peeling off the wall, he walks to the centre of the room. The troops cheer and Kamil chuckles.

"Alpha, I think you should take off your suit."

"Why? Scared a dapper Alpha will beat your ass?"

"I wouldn't want to ruin your favourite suit."

"It's not my favourite. You can do whatever you want."

Alpha North Star regrets the permission. Kamil took it personal. They grab each other—rather, Kamil grab a hold of his clothes and doesn't let go.

Sweaty and muscular, Kamil is as slippery as a fish in water: every nerve and muscle stands out in his arms, back and thighs, blocking Precious attacks.

In the background are chants of Alpha, Alpha, Alpha to their low grunts. On the offense, Kamil's skillful parrying makes him doubt himself that he falters. A costly mistake.

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