chapter 155: now what

Elias refused to submit.

The Alpha might have had the advantage, might have been stronger, faster—might have been pressing him into the mattress with maddening confidence—but Elias wasn't done fighting.

His breath came ragged, his muscles burning as he wrenched against the iron grip holding him down. His wrists twisted beneath the Alpha's hands, legs shifting, testing for any opening, any leverage to throw him off.

The Alpha let him struggle.

No, not just let—he relished it.

His golden eyes gleamed, his breath came slow, steady—utterly unaffected by the raw effort Elias was pouring into resisting.

That smirk was still there.

That damned smirk.

"Come on, Elias," the Alpha murmured, voice thick with amusement. "You're not really trying."

Elias snarled.

And then he moved.

Fast—wild—using the full force of his body to twist, legs snapping up to hook around the Alpha's waist, using the momentum to roll, to flip them—

And it worked.

For a second.

A blissful second, Elias felt the shift—felt the Alpha's weight tip—his back nearly hitting the mattress—

But then—

A growl.

Low. Deep. Possessive.

And suddenly, the Alpha's grip tightened—

And reversed it all.

Faster than Elias could react, his world spun again—his body flipped back, his wrists slammed down against the sheets, harder this time.

And the Alpha—

The Alpha pinned him.

Fully. Completely.

This wasn't just weight—it was force. A solid press of muscle and heat, no gaps left between them, no space to move.

Elias gasped.

Not from pain.

From the sheer, unbearable heat of it.

The drug in his system made it worse.

Every nerve in his body was hypersensitive, every point of contact a spark, a friction that sent a sharp, involuntary shudder through him.

The Alpha felt it.

And he groaned.

Low. Rough. Like Elias's reactions were fueling something deeper, something barely held in check.

"You're burning up," he murmured again, voice huskier now, more dangerous. "I can feel it."

Elias hated it.

Hated the way his body reacted, hated the way his pulse spiked every time the Alpha so much as shifted against him.

Hated that the fight—the resistance—only made it worse.

"Let me go," Elias ground out, his voice raw, shaking.

The Alpha's grip tightened.

"Why?"

Elias bared his teeth, yanked at his wrists again—nothing.

He was trapped.

And the Alpha knew it.

"Admit it," the Alpha whispered, dipping lower, his breath brushing against Elias's cheek, his voice a smooth, deadly purr. "You like this fight."

Elias tensed.

He did.

He hated that he did.

The struggle, the clash of strength, the way the Alpha met every ounce of resistance with effortless control—it sent something dark and hot curling through his veins, something Elias couldn't suppress, couldn't stop.

And the Alpha—

The Alpha sensed it all.

"You're trembling," he noted, almost lazily, shifting just enough to press Elias deeper into the mattress.

Elias swallowed hard, his body arching—reacting—against his will.

He needed to get out.

Needed to break this unbearable heat before it swallowed him whole.

So he did the only thing he could.

He bit.

Hard.

A sharp, vicious snap of his teeth against the Alpha's shoulder, aiming to hurt, to force him off—

The Alpha hissed.

But he didn't let go.

No—he growled, a low, dangerous sound, and then—

Then Elias was punished for it.

The Alpha's grip slammed his wrists back down, his body caging Elias in tighter, his knee wedging between Elias's thighs—

And then—

A sharp, teasing press.

Just enough to make Elias gasp.

The reaction was instant.

The heat spiked, crashing through Elias's already raw nerves, his breath stuttering as his body jerked—

The Alpha felt it all.

And laughed.

Low, dark, utterly triumphant.

"Still fighting?" he purred.

Elias's breath was ragged, his mind a haze of heat and adrenaline and something dangerously close to surrender.

But he wasn't done.

Not yet.

So he lunged.

Not away—toward.

A sudden, vicious push upward, using his full weight to throw the Alpha off balance—

This time, it worked.

The Alpha shifted just enough—his grip loosening for half a second—

And Elias took it.

A sharp roll, a twist of his body, and suddenly—

He flipped them.

The Alpha landed beneath him, and Elias didn't hesitate.

He straddled him, pinned him, his hands slamming down on the Alpha's shoulders, muscles straining to keep him down.

And for the first time—

The Alpha looked surprised.

Only for a second.

Then—

That damn smirk returned.

"Finally," he murmured, voice rough with something almost like approval. "That's more like it."

Elias's breath heaved. His hands shook. His body was still burning, still aching, still too aware of the drug lacing through his veins.

But for now—

He had control.

And he wasn't letting it go.

Not yet.

The Alpha grinned up at him.

"Now what, little one?"

Elias didn't answer.

Didn't need to.

Because now?

Now it was his turn to make the Alpha struggle.

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There you go—more intensity, more heat, more of that physical back-and-forth. Let me know if you want to keep going, if you want Elias to win this round, or if you want the Alpha to take it back.