로그인DYLAN’S POVI stormed down the wide hallway, bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood like I could punish the floor for Asher’s bullshit. The graveyard. The graveyard. The word kept looping in my head, louder than my heartbeat, angrier than the unwanted ache still throbbing in my cock from earlier. He thought he could just shower, dress like some untouchable king, and walk out with “That’s the order” hanging in the air like I was one of his soldiers?No. Fuck no.I was going to his office. I was going to plant myself in front of that stupid desk until he came back, and then I was going to make him look me in the eye and explain why pack meetings ranked higher than innocent parents that were killed terribly. If he wanted to play Alpha, fine. But he wasn’t playing it with me today.Just as I rounded the corner near the main staircase, I nearly collided with Rhea. She was coming the other way, her fingers brushing her hair. Her eyes widened the second she saw me.“I see you’re headin
ASHER’S POV“Alpha, we have the Lockwood’s Alpha and his members at the west border. They seemed to be quite angry, Lucas is already there,” my beta, Henry, informed me as soon as I walked out of Dylan’s room.I halted immediately.What the fuck did Nigel Lockwood want now? At this fucking time also.I still felt the residual heat of Dylan’s thinner body pressed against mine, the way the mate bond had forced my cock between the firm cheeks of another man, something I had never wanted, never sought, and still hated with every rational part of me. We were both straight. We both knew it. The bond didn’t care. It had made me hard against him anyway, made me rock against him like I wanted it, when all I really wanted was to put distance between us and never touch another man again. The disgust sat heavy in my gut even now but at that time it was sweet desire.“Did any of the guards tell you anything?” I asked while walking beside Henry, forcing my mind away from the memory of Dylan’s reluc
Dylan’s POV“Dylan… I… I thought you were alone!” Rhea squeaked, slapping both hands over her eyes like that could erase the image. I didn’t reply because I was also speechless. “I swear I knocked! Quietly! I heard rumors that you tried to escape during the night and I was worried. I wanted to check if you were okay, if you needed ice or … or anything….” She kept on stammering loudly.Before I could say anything, Asher stirred behind me with a low, rumbling growl that vibrated straight through my spine. His arm tightened reflexively around my middle, pulling my thinner body harder against him so the thick length of his cock notched deeper between my ass cheeks without entering.“Stop .... your sister is here,” I tried to shove him away, voice tight with disgust.His eyes cracked open, bleary and dangerous. “Rhea,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with sleep and irritation. “Get. Out.”Rhea peeked through her fingers, then immediately slammed them shut again. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I d
By the time the rain slowed to a steady murmur against the windows, Asher was already asleep behind me, deep, untroubled breaths that edged into soft snores every few cycles. The sound should have grated. It didn’t. It was infuriatingly human. Proof that the monster who’d just cum down my throat and promised to claim me tomorrow could still switch off like any other man.His arm lay heavy across my thin waist, possessive even in sleep as if I could run away from him. His chest pressed to my back, heat bleeding through every point of contact. And lower God, lower he was still brutally hard. The thick length of him lay trapped between us, hot and heavy against the cheeks of my ass. With every slow breath he took, it shifted just enough for the swollen head to drag lazily along my skin, catching on the slickness that refused to stop leaking from me.I was hard, shamefully and obscenely so. The insides of my thighs glistened, sticky and cool where the air touched them. Every tiny movement
I glared up at him through the wet strands of hair plastered to my face, every muscle coiled tight with the urge to snap. His thumb lingered at the seam of my lips, patient, arrogant, like he already knew the exact second I would break.My tongue flicked out, just enough to taste the salt on his skin before I closed my lips around the pad of his thumb and bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to make him hiss.He didn’t flinch. Instead, the corner of his mouth kicked higher.“Good boy,” he murmured, the praise landing like a slap. “Now use that mouth the way it’s meant to be used.”I wanted to spit venom. I wanted to claw his eyes out. But the traitorous heat in my cock was screaming louder than my pride, and the longer I knelt here, naked, dripping, trembling for another man, the more undeniable it became that the forbidden bond was winning.I hated him.I hated that I was going to do this anyway.I hated that we were both straight and still bound by this sin.Slowl
DYLAN’S POVThe bathroom door clicked shut behind him with a soft finality that felt louder than any slam.I stayed exactly where I was, back pressed to the cold stone, legs still slightly spread, hand frozen mid-stroke over my cock like the command had short-circuited every nerve. Water kept pounding down, turning my thin skin pink and sensitive, but the heat in my groin had nothing to do with the shower anymore.My chest heaved with rage and shame. That sick, pulsing want I couldn’t strangle no matter how hard I tried. I hated him but I hated myself more, for reacting to another man, for the forbidden bond that forced this on both of us.Slowly because every movement felt like surrender, I lowered my hand. The sudden absence of pressure made the ache worse, sharper, like my body was punishing me for stopping. I turned off the water with a vicious twist of the knob. Silence crashed in, broken only by the drip-drip from the showerhead and my own ragged breathing.I stepped out, snatch







