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)

Timothy and I turned back towards my office. I couldn't stop thinking about a few things. The thoughts were getting swarmed up in my head.

This was around the time of the annual gala party I hosted. It was a party thrown mainly because of the need to foster peace. Other alphas were invited, dignitaries were present; it was a place consumed with the power from others and the aspiring ones.

Now, this was an event I held every year for over three years now, this making it the third year. I made it into a tradition to have everyone present, mainly because of the benefits that come with a good old time amongst people who were simply like me.

Knowing this, the councilmen still brought Quinn along. It was too perfect for this to be seen as a simple coincidence. It was as if they had planned it already.

"Derrick?" Timothy called my name when we walked into my office.

Pleading