ログインPrologueIt had been two years already, and the world had adjusted. People no longer whispered behind closed doors or argued in the corners of the street about who their Alpha loved. The talk that once burned through the pack like wildfire had died out with time, replaced with a sense of quiet acceptance. Everyone knew now—Hayden was in a relationship with two men, Maddox and Kyle, and that was that. They’d talked in the first year; some disapproved, others defended, but now, no one dared to question it. Love was love. And strangely enough, the pack had become more open about everything—sexuality, freedom, and self-expression. Maybe the Alpha’s boldness had inspired them to stop pretending.Maddox didn’t stay much in the pack anymore. He loved peace, quiet, and the kind of solitude that only the sea could give. He’d bought a small piece of land not too far from the cliffs, with a wide pond and a wooden cabin that felt more like home than any mansion ever had. Most days, he went out to
HaydenI rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the heat creep up to my ears. “So, uh… should I get you water? You can take your heat blockers,” I said awkwardly, trying to sound calm, though my voice came out tighter than I intended.“I don’t even have it with me,” Kyle whispered, his voice trembling. His eyes were glassy, his skin flushed, the faint scent of his heat already thick in the air. He hugged his arms around himself, a soft, shaky sound escaping his throat—half sob, half struggle.I swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Okay then. Just… stay here, alright? I think there’s a store across the road, a few feet back. I’ll go get them.” I reached for the door handle, desperate for air, for space to think straight.But before I could step out, I felt a sudden tug. Kyle’s hand had fisted into my trousers, holding on to me.My breath stopped. My eyes were still turned toward the windshield, but I could feel every pulse of his touch through the fabric. I forced myself to look back, slowly
KyleThat morning, I woke up feeling heavy and tired, every muscle in my body aching. The first thing I noticed was Maddox beside me, still asleep. He looked completely out, one arm thrown over the blanket, his breathing slow and steady. I couldn’t help but smile a little. He probably needed the rest more than I did. I leaned forward, brushed a soft kiss against his forehead, and whispered a quiet “good morning” even though he couldn’t hear me.The shower helped clear my head. The warm water running down my skin eased some of the tension that lingered from last night, but not all of it. When I stepped out, I didn’t bother with much—just my briefs—as I walked to the kitchen. It was quiet, the kind of quiet I liked. I made something small to eat, then set aside another portion for Maddox. I knew he’d wake up hungry, and honestly, I didn’t want him going through my empty cupboards looking for food.After breakfast, I went back to the room. He was still asleep, looking so peaceful it almo
KyleMaddox's hands were all over me, rough and insistent, starting at the nape of my neck as he dipped his head to lick a slow, teasing path from my forehead down to my lips. His tongue flicking out to taste every inch, sucking on my earlobe until I whimpered, the heat of his mouth making me shiver uncontrollably. My body arched into his touch like I was begging for more.“Fuck, you're fucking mine tonight,” he growled against my skin, moving lower, nipping at my collarbone, his teeth grazing just hard enough to sting, then soothing it with his tongue, sending electric jolts straight to my cock.I was a mess already, moaning loudly, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in as he worked his way down my chest, biting and sucking at my nipples until they peaked painfully, my hips bucking involuntarily, desperate for friction.“Fuck, Maddox, don’t stop.” I cried out, voice hoarse and needy, my whole body trembling as he kept going, licking a wet trail over my abs. His hot
MaddoxAfter we finished cooking, the kitchen smelled warm and rich, the kind of scent that brought memories I didn’t know I still had. Kyle laughed softly while washing his plate, and for a moment, it almost felt like nothing bad had ever happened between us. We talked through dinner—about his work, the people there, and small things that didn’t matter much but somehow meant everything after a year apart. He looked better when he smiled, even if I could still see the sadness tucked behind it.When we were done eating, I had a shower, then Kyle. Really, both of us were drained. The long day, the tension, the emotions—it all pressed down until even breathing felt heavier. Kyle stood up first, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can take the bed,” he said. “I’ll just lie on the floor.”I stared at him, trying not to sound irritated, but it slipped out anyway. “Hell no. I’m not doing that. We’re both staying on the bed. Nobody’s sleeping on the floor.”He gave a faint smile, shaking his h
KyleI could barely feel my legs as I walked into my small apartment. The air felt colder than usual, and even the quiet hummed with loneliness. My hands trembled when I shut the door behind me, and before I knew it, I slid down against it, sitting on the floor with my knees pulled to my chest. The weight in my chest was too much. The moment I buried my face into my knees, the tears came rushing out, raw and unstoppable. My body shook as I sobbed, and every breath hurt like broken glass.“I miss him,” I whispered through the tears. “I miss him so much.”It didn’t matter how many times I tried to tell myself I’d moved on. The truth was right there—burning in my chest, spilling from my eyes. I missed him. I missed Maddox.When the tears finally slowed, I dragged myself up and stumbled into the kitchen. I didn’t have the strength to make anything complicated, so I threw some noodles into boiling water. The steam fogged up my face, stinging my swollen eyes. A few minutes later, I sat at t







