Aryna_Stan

AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES

Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. 
His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight.

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Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud.
Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference.
“Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back.
Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened.
Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha.
He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another…
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THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

Captive Mate BL

Caspian didn't notice Asher falling back to give him some privacy, slowly dropping to his knees on the damp earth.

Their headstones were right next to each other, the white marble worn down with age and the elements.

Caspian gingerly reached out to brush some moss and vines from his dad's headstone, because while his mom's was carefully polished, his dad's own showed signs of neglect.

It wasn't the best idea he had yet, trying to clean his dad's headstone with his hands, but he couldn't stop after he started.

The jagged stone bruised the tender skin of his palms as he wiped it down, his eyes burning.

"I-I'm sorry," He choked out an apology.

"I didn't know how to come here… You both left so suddenly… without warning…"

Caspian wasn't sure what he was trying to say, or who he was even addressing, his throat tight with unshed tears.

He crawled closer on his knees, uncaring that his jeans were ruined by mud and damp grass.

+Chapter 90+