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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)

Derrick's lips were still on mine when the door creaked open. His hand wrapped around my neck, applying the exact pressure perfect enough to make this an erotic experience and nothing overboard.

The door suddenly opened, my eyes snapped open just to see Felix standing by the doorway. He froze. "Oh," he said quickly, eyes widening in shock. "I'm sorry."

Derrick didn't pull away. His lips moved slowly, as if he had nothing else to do, like he was taking his precious time. He made it seem like nothing else existed but me and him, like he truly enjoyed the time we were having right now. Though I knew that wasn't the truth. What Derrick loved was having power over what he owned. He didn't want me, he didn't like me, he just hated sharing—hated sharing his pack or his pets—and I was one of his pets.

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