Sugarlitics

Alpha Derrick's long life plan was to kill that traitor that destroyed his family as well as everyone in his lineage for revenge.

But he couldn't.

Not when that blue eyed boy made his heart race faster than it ever could.

Not when his hands refused to stay off his body.

Not when he wants him constantly beneath him, moaning his name.

But what can he do when that blue-eyed boy is that traitors only son?
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“You're a monster,” Nathan spat, his eyes blazing with hatred as he took a step back.

Derrick's smile was cold and calculated as he moved forward step by step until Nathan was finally trapped between himself and the wall with nowhere to run. 

He could hear Nathan's heartbeat skyrocket in his chest, and his smile widened. “Oh, is that so?” he drawled. “But you sure as hell didn't think so when you were screaming my name, did you?”

Derrick's hands slid down Nathan's chest, his fingers tracing the curves of his body. He could feel him react and shiver to his touch. Nathan's eyes flashed with anger, but Derrick could see the desire burning beneath.

His lips brushed against Nathan's ear, his breath hot and sensual. Nathan moaned involuntarily, but Derrick heard it and his smile grew wider.

“There, just like that,” Derrick whispered, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear you scream out the name of the man you hate.”

The Enemy’s Son (BL)

I swallowed hard. "Yes, I know that."

She nodded solemnly. "No inner wolf means no natural resistance to cold or pain. No healing factor. He's adapting to a life far more brutal than his body is prepared for. And the emotional strain—it's breaking him."

She exhaled, brushing Nathan's damp hair back from his forehead.

"He's traumatized, Alpha. Severely. The signs are clear—emotional shutdown, physical withdrawal, a disturbing level of obedience that suggests he's suppressing his own identity just to survive."

My hands curled into fists. The idea of him just surviving under me—under my roof—made my stomach twist.

Threat