LOGINThe locker room was buzzing with anticipation.
Hatake Rin, was talkingto his team mates, listening to the excited chatter around him. His teammates were hyped, more than usual, and it wasn’t just because of practice. The real buzz was about a party. But not just any party. Takuri Komori, the enigmatic third-year senior who founded the Shirakiba Wolves basketball team, was finally back in Japan. Takuri had been a legend even before his injury. An Enigma by secondary gender and a genius on the court, he had built the foundation of Shirakiba with his bare hands and iron will. But during their first year, a catastrophic knee injury had taken him out of the game and off to the States for long-term rehabilitation. Now, after nearly two years, he had returned. And in typical Takuri fashion, he was throwing a party that screamed over-the-top, one held at his family’s estate, a mansion sprawling with unused space. He'd invited not just his old team, but rival schools and basketball elites from all over the region. According to Aio, it was “gonna be wild, drinks, chicks, hot dudes, rival captains, it’s like a sports anime exploded.” The locker room roared with laughter. But not everyone was excited. Taiga sat alone on a bench in the far corner, eyes shut. His thoughts were somewhere else. He hadn’t spoken to Maya in almost two days...It wasn’t Maya’s fault, and it wasn’t really his either. Taiga knew he was being petty. He always wore his emotions too plainly on his face, and Maya, ever perceptive, would have known something was wrong the second he opened his mouth. So he stayed silent. Taiga had always faked his masculine personality. It was a defense mechanism, one that earned him the respect he thought he needed in a world that didn't welcome softness in people like him. His scent-blocking was flawless. Everyone thought he was an Enigma. The aggression. The stoicism. The authority. It was all a mask. In truth, he didn’t even like Enigmas. He found them loud, aggressive for no reason, territorial, just like dogs. And now, he was tangled up with one. Maybe it was time to end the lie. Maybe he should tell Maya his secondary gender, confess everything and drop the act. Stop pretending. Let the real Taiga breathe, just once. **** Maya stood in front of a towering estate, fingers twitching. He knew how he got here..But now that he stood at Dante’s gate, his courage faltered. As he was led inside by a sharply dressed servant, the vast halls and the silence made him even more nervous. The mansion hadn’t changed much, it had been a while since he came here. “I’ll let the young master know you’re expecting him,” the waiter said politely, bowing slightly before disappearing into another wing. “Young master?.” God, that title still made Maya laugh . Dante had always lived like royalty. Even when they were just awkward teens in middle school, chauffeured cars, chef-prepared meals, the works. Maya’s family wasn’t poor, but next to Dante, he might as well have been dirt broke. He didn’t know how long he stood there before Dante finally appeared. “Maya?” Dante blinked in genuine surprise. “Is there a problem?” He walked into the room, wearing sweats and bare chested, tonned muscular body and tanned skin on display. His hair was slightly tousled, like he’d just woken from a nap, and his expression teetered between happy and alarmed. “How long has it been? 4 months? And you’re just... here. In my living room,” he said, voice laced with disbelief. There it was, that cocky tone, the infuriating smirk that always made Maya want to either kiss or slap him. “You know what? Never mind. This was a mistake.” He didn’t get far before Dante caught his wrist and yanked him back gently. “Hey, take it easy. I’m just messing with you” Dante said, brushing a stray hair from Maya’s face. “Okay love, I'm all ears.” Suddenly, the mansion became deathly quiet. “What? Didn’t plan what you were going to say?” Dante teased. “are you serious?....you came here wit-” He was cut off by Maya’s lips on his. It was brief, Dante didn’t even have time to react before Maya pulled back. “I came here to talk,”. ---- The words he’d rehearsed a hundred times trembled on his lips. “I want both of you,” he whispered. “You and Taiga.” Dante blinked, but said nothing. “I don’t know how to bring this up to him without making him think it’s something it’s not,” Maya continued. “I don’t want him to believe we were sneaking behind his back. That I was unfaithful before even proposing the idea. But I can’t wrap my head around any other way to live without the both of you in my life.” He took a breath. “I’m in love with you, Dante. And I’m in love with him too. And I can’t—” he laughed bitterly, “—I can’t think straight when I imagine losing either of you. It’s not even about being with both of you physically. I don’t care if I’m never in the middle of it. I just love you. Both of you. So much. i just want to be in your lives, but not as friends, something.....but i don't care if I'm involved....does that make sense?” Dante’s gaze softened, the hard lines of his face faltering. “Do you know why I agreed to brake up with you?” Maya asked, stepping forward. Danta just stood there, listening “It wasn’t because I stopped loving you. It was because I knew.... I knew we couldn't be together, You're not just an Enigma, You're an en elite prime, i could never match you… I'd never be suitable to satiate your Enigma.” He turned his face away, blinking rapidly. “But Taiga… he can.” Maya looked back at Dante with a strange mix of hope and desperation. “He’s strong. He can bind all three of us.” Silence. “We are both Enigmas, Maya, what are you saying?,” Dante said finally“Enigmas can't be together. We’re not compatible, you know that.” he adds feigning innocence, Maya knee something and he was about to spill. Maya shifted his weight, nervous. “I know. I know that, but…” He glanced up,“I’m actually kind of suspecting he’s a- .” “LUNA” they both said at the same time. Dante's mouth opened in disbelief. He was right. Maya stared. “Wait...how do you know?” “I’ve been suspecting for a while,” Dante admitted, stepping closer.“Like i said he's scentless, Nobody else can do that except Luna's.” Maya was shocked, he thought he was the only one who noticed, he thought Dante had been coming for him, but He'd been coming for Taiga all this time. And instead if Jealousy, he felt relief and joy. “I want both of you,” Maya whispered then, unable to keep it inside any longer. “You and Taiga.” The usually unreadable Enigma looked unsure. “I don’t know how to bring this up to him,” Maya went on., “But I’m in love with both of you. And I can’t think, can’t breathe, without the both of you.” Dante moved slowly to the couch and sat. “We aren't sure he's actually a Luna” Dante says. “What if we’re wrong? What if he’s just a ... Scentless Enigma? .” He drawls out. “we have to find out” Maya admitted, sitting down beside him, “But I feel it. Every instinct in me responds to him the way it shouldn’t if he were an Alpha Type. He makes my whole system quiet. And you.... you do the opposite. I feel electric when you're near.” Dante exhaled through his nose, staring at the floor. “I’ve liked him too, you know,” he said, almost too softly. “Taiga. I noticed him the moment you intoduced us. But I kept my distance because... you chose him. And I didn’t want to become the villain in your life again.” Maya’s eyes filled with tears. “ maybe we could all be each other’s.” he whispers, fingers reaching out to touch tanned skin. Dante looked at him, Determination in his eyes. “Alright, Let’s get him on board. Together.”Trigger Warning : This chapter contains mature scenes.. They Kissed like they were starved. Taiga's hands roamed, Dante's hands groped and touched everything and anything, like he would die if he didn't have a taste of the Luna in his arms, tongue trailing over every inch of his body, kisses dragged down his neck, fingers grabbing plush thighs until he was grinding and rutting like a crazed man. "Fuck, you smell good," he panted, grabbing a fistful of hair before swallowing the needy moans daring to escape from Taiga's lips. "I bet I taste good too," Taiga rasped out. The groan Dante let out was enough to send waves down his spine. Before he knew it, he was being picked up effortlessly and dropped onto the massive bed in front of him. He took in the sight of Taiga on his bed. It might not have been the first time he'd had him there, yet it still did something to him, the Luna on his bed was beautiful, hooded eyes staring up at him, waiting for his next touch, kiss, word, anything. H
Taiga slowly pushed the bedroom door open. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn halfway while soft golden light spilled across the expensive furniture. Everything smelled like Dante. Cedarwood, smoke, and something dark underneath it all. But Dante was not there. Taiga frowned slightly, stepping further into the room before a strange sound caught his attention. A harsh gargling sound. His eyes shifted toward the bathroom door. The sound came again, quieter this time, followed by the rush of running water. Taiga’s expression hardened instantly. Without thinking twice, he walked toward the bathroom and pushed the door open. Dante froze. One hand gripped the edge of the sink while the other hurriedly wiped at his mouth. Water still dripped from his lips,Taiga immediately noticed the faint streaks of red staining the white sink basin. And beside it. Bloodied tissues inside the waste bin. Dante’s eyes widened in shock the moment he saw him standing there. “
He looked the same, but he felt different. Sweat poured down his face, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he stared at himself in the mirror. He did not look much different from before. In fact, he looked exactly the same. But one thing was certain, Taiga felt like a completely different person. His mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Phoebe. Dante was slowly withering away. One of two things could happen now. Either he successfully broke the half bond they already shared, or Taiga finally admitted his feelings and completed it. “I love him,” he whispered aloud, the words sounding strange and heavy in the silence of the room. Now all that was left was saying it to Dante’s face. The drive to Dante’s house was painfully quiet. Tatsuya kept stealing quick glances at him from the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel while soft music played in the background. “Hey,” Tatsuya finally spoke, breaking the silence, “I’m sure whatever you’re ab
Linking with his Luna wasn’t supposed to be easy. Taiga knew that. Everyone always said it was the hardest thing a Luna could do, it wasn’t just physical, it was a complete surrender of self. Still, he hadn’t expected it to feel like this. He lay in bed, sheets twisted around his bare legs, his body slick with sweat. The room was hot heavy with his pheromones. Heat pulsed through every nerve, relentless waves of heat pounding his body as though trying to split him open from the inside. And yet, through it all, he forced himself to stay awake. Normally, when any secondary gender entered heat or rut, the primary gender slipped back, became dormant, letting the secondary drive the body until the cycle ended. It was nature’s way of surviving something so brutal. But for a Luna, things were different. If he wanted to truly link with his Luna, taking total control he needed to communicate between both parts of himself. He had to stay conscious through every burning second, endure the pa
Taiga had shock written boldly across his face. Was Dante dying?. “Do you love my son?” Phoebe asked, her sharp eyes fixed on him. “Apparently, he confides in my butler more than he does his own mother.” She gave a strained laugh. “Aoki says he confided in him one night. My son had asked what he would have done if the person he loves doesn’t love him back.” She sighed, her expression turning grim. Taiga’s eyes widened. He dragged his hands down his face, remembering that night, the silly game they’d played, the word that had sat at the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t wanted to spit it out, hadn’t wanted to let his Luna surrender so easily. “If the feelings I have are one-sided, then I’d love them more than anyone has ever loved them, even if it kills me. That was the reply that damned butler gave him,” Phoebe continued. She gave a short chuckle and shook her head in disdain. “Why? It's not a must to dominant, why is he so hell bent on making me submit?” Taiga asked, voice rough
Taiga had tried to drown himself in training. But no matter how many shots he took or how many sprints across the court he forced himself through, the weight on his chest only grew heavier. His thoughts were crowded with his pack issues, his broken relationship with his mates, none of it felt like something worth holding onto anymore. He was getting fed up. With a sharp curse, he shoved his phone into his pocket. “Fuck.” Running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, he stepped out of the gym and began heading home. His thoughts circled back to Dante, the press of strong fingers on his throat, the heat of rage in those dark blue eyes. And beneath it all, something Taiga couldn’t admit to anyone: the echo of how his body had reacted despite himself. “Ah, Mr. Renji. We meet again.” The voice made him stop. Phoebe Kurobane leaned casually against the fence. Her long coat fluttered lightly in the wind. Taiga scoffs . “The fuck? Are you stalking me?” “Yes. Looks like your lo
The sound of Dante’s jacket hitting the floor cut through his words. Dante’s gaze shifted between the two of them with the deliberate calculation of a predator finally seeing both his chosen prey in the same room. His voice was calm but carried that unshakable authority that made the air heavier. “
Taiga’s breathing was erratic. His hands trembled. “I told you that night meant nothing,” he said to Dante, but his voice lacked conviction. “It was a mistake.” “You keep saying that,” Dante replied darkly. “But you don’t act like it.”, stepping closer, " no matter how hard you push me away taiga
Maya leaned on the sidelines of the court, towel draped around his shoulders, eyes fixed on Taiga. The afternoon sun was punishing, drenching everyone in sweat. Most of the team looked half-dead, dragging themselves through sprints and drills. But Taiga? Taiga moved like the heat didn’t touch him.
It had been two weeks since Maya saw Dante at the shoe store, and he still couldn’t sleep. He was still in love with Dante. That part wasn’t a mystery. The real problem? He was also in love with Taiga. He couldn’t choose. He didn’t want to. But trying to keep both in his heart felt like tryi







