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BREAKING THE RULE
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2026-11-07 23:15:08
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THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M) TOXIC ROUGH OBSESSION
MARLOWEI waited in the dark, stinking shadow of the narrow stone corridor like a fucking ghost... My teeth were biting down so hard on the inside of my lip that the sharp, metallic taste of copper completely drowned out the heavy,cloying stench of badlands lavender oil and fake musk that hung thick in the cold air...Ten minutes... That’s exactly how long it took for the heavy oak suite door to click open... for Marcel to creep out into the hallway like a rat, his pristine silver silk shirt half-buttoned, his pale, sweaty chest exposed, his grey sweatpants hanging low off his hips... His flushed face was slick with sweat, smirking like a smug little whore who had just inherited the crown... He didn't even see me tucked into the black stone alcove as he wiped his sticky mouth with the back of his hand and shuffled away toward his own quarters...The second his dirty boots vanished around the corner, my brain went completely black...I didn't think... I didn't breathe... I shoved strai
THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M) WATCH ME JERKOFF
MARLOWEMy skin was still burning from where Asher’s massive, calloused hand had clamped around the back of my neck... my lungs still choking on the lingering taste of copper and cheap lavender oil that hung heavy in the stone hallway...I didn't go back into my ruined room... I couldn't stand the sight of my shredded journal lying scattered across the stone floor... all those private pages dragged through the dirt...It was past midnight... The Bluestone estate was pitch-black and freezing, the cold mountain wind howling like a wounded beast outside the thick stone windows... But my marrow was boiling... My blood was pulsing like raw, dangerous battery acid under my skin as I marched down the dark corridor of the east wing... straight back toward Asher’s suite...I didn't knock... I didn't give a solitary fuck about courtesy... I shoved the heavy double doors open with a sharp, violent thrust, ready to tear Asher’s fucking head off for the sick mind games he had played in the hallway
THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M) TWIN FEST
MARLOWEThe iron taste of blood and sweat was still heavy and stale on my tongue when I pushed through the heavy wooden doors of the east wing... My thigh muscles were quivering, every single joint in my knees screaming after three straight hours of high-velocity edge drills out on the cold ice...I just wanted to drop my scuffed leather kit bag on the floor... I wanted to pour cold tap water straight down my throat and pass the fuck out on my cot...Instead, the second my dirty leather boots crossed the threshold into my private living quarters, my stomach violently dropped into a dark, bottomless pit...The room was completely ruined...My worn leather journal—the only damn thing I had carried with me out of the badlands, full of tactical notes,raw thoughts, bloodline sketches, and every personal secret I owned—was shredded to fucking pieces...Pages were torn into tiny, jagged scraps, scattered across the stone floor like a morbid, filthy pile of snow... My spare workout gear, my sk
THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M) BREAKING THE RULE
MARLOWEThe door to Asher’s private suite in the east wing didn't just click shut... it slammed into the frame with a hollow, suffocating echo that vibrated straight down into the floorboards...I didn't knock... I didn't announce myself... I had spent the entire goddamn afternoon on the ice grinding my skate edges into the blue paint, skating until my lungs burned like battery acid and my thighs felt like lead...trying to push Marcel’s snarky, psychopathic voice out of my fucking skull... But the second my scuffed boots hit the foyer tile... every single drop of restraint I had left evaporated into pure, unadulterated poison...Draped right across the center of Asher’s dark leather couch was Marcel’s tailored cream silk jacket...I stopped dead in my tracks... My breath caught in my throat, a sharp, ugly hitch of panic... The faint, sweet smell of lavender oil and badlands cedar was mixed directly into Asher’s heavy mint-and-cedar Alpha scent...right there on the cushions... screamin
THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M) DESPERATE FOR HIM
MARLOWEThe sun wasn't even fully up yet... The heavy stone windows of the Bluestone Pack library were still grey and cold, casting long, crooked shadows across rows and rows of ancient, leather-bound books.I didn't give a single fuck about the books... I didn't care about the history, or the council archives, or any of the quiet, dusty political bullshit this whole fortress was built on. My scuffed leather boots hit the hardwood floor with a sharp, heavy echo... my hands already balled into tight fists inside my jacket pockets, my marrow itching under my skin like raw fire after what had happened in the basement gym last night.My head was fucking pounding... Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Asher’s dark, golden eyes burning through the shadows, feeling his massive hand clutched tight around my leaking cock, and seeing the total, humiliating shock on Marcel’s pale face when he caught us in the corner behind the racks.I knew Marcel would be down here... The clean, pr
THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M) RUBBING COCKS
MARLOWEI didn't give Asher the satisfaction of seeing me lose my goddamn mind right there on the rubber mats.I swallowed hard, shoving my chest away from his massive frame with a sharp, violent jerk that tore us apart. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, my cock throbbing painfully hard inside my shorts from the friction of his hips, but I forced my jaw to lock. I plastered a cold, arrogant, untouchable smirk across my face, wiping the sweat from my brow like I didn't give two flying fucks who shared his mat.“Take him, then,” I spat, my voice dripping with cold, sarcastic venom as I tossed my taped hands up in mock surrender. “If you want a prim-and-little-proper Fierce Claw lapdog whining on your mat instead of someone who can actually take a hit, go right ahead, highness. Don't let me interrupt your tea party.”Marcel’s polite smirk flickered for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes narrowing at my sudden, arrogant shift in tone.Asher didn't buy the act for
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