All Chapters of Aligned Fantasy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The gym was empty. Hollow. The air stale with tension and regret. Takuri sat alone on the bench, unmoving, his elbows resting on his knees, hands limp between them, head bowed like a broken statue. He hadn’t moved in over ten minutes, lost in a trance of guilt and confusion. Taiga stood at the doorway, watching. The silence between them stretched thin, vibrating with suppressed energy. He stepped forward, each footfall deliberate, echoing against the wooden floor. Finally, he stood in front of Takuri, looking down at the man who had bruised the throat of someone he claimed to love. “Rin isn’t interested in your offer,” Taiga said flatly. Takuri flinched. The mention of Rin’s name seemed to jolt him back to reality. Slowly, his head lifted, gaze unfocused until it landed on Taiga’s face. But what hit him wasn’t just the voice, it was the scent. A sharp breath escaped his mouth as his eyes widened, nostrils flaring. Taiga had released his pheromones. The air became h

Taiga had briefed Rin earlier that morning. They sat under the shade behind the gym, the air still thick with the residue of the last practice, and Taiga’s voice low but firm as he explained what had unfolded after the team meeting. Rin had listened in silence, jaw clenched, eyes dim. “You need to submit your name,” Taiga had said finally, breaking the pause. “Tomorrow’s game decides the season. If you skip it, they’ll pull you off the team.” Rin didn’t need convincing. He had no intention of losing basketball, not for Takuri, not for Izumi, not for anyone. He wouldn’t let heartbreak take that from him. That’s what led him here now, standing in front of Izumi’s desk in the team office. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a cool tone over the white walls and blue-tinted windows. Rin stood tall, expression blank, voice flat. “Where do I write my name?” he asked directly, wasting no time on pleasantries. Izumi raised her brows and offered a slight, condescending

Taiga’s body was heat incarnate, bare on the cold marble countertop, legs wide open, leaking with anticipation. His chest heaved with every breath, the flush of arousal spread from his cheeks to the inside of his thighs. Dante stood between his legs, towering, dark eyes gleaming with a possessive hunger. “Spread wider,” Dante growled, voice sharp as a blade but thick with restraint. His hands cupped Taiga’s knees, forcing them apart until his pussy was completely exposed, glistening and dripping for him. “Fuck…” Dante muttered under his breath. “Look at you, baby. Already soaked, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Taiga smirked lazily, head falling back. “Then stop talking and do something.” That was all Dante needed. He sank to his knees like a predator claiming his prize, gripping the backs of Taiga’s thighs and pulling him to the edge of the counter. Then his mouth was on him, hot tongue flicking, licking, circling his entrance with expert skill. Taiga gasped, hands fly

Murosane Kouji was a formidable opponent, no doubt. All seven feet and three inches of him towered over the court like a moving wall. Taiga hadn’t scored yet. The scoreboard glared down at them with a cruel 8 to 0. His feet moved, but his focus was somewhere else entirely. Or rather, on someone else. Tatsuya Roku. His brother. Here. In Japan. On the opposing team. Kouji’s team scored again. Ten to zero. Taiga clenched his fists. He needed to snap out of it. This wasn’t the time to fall apart. He could confront Tatsuya later. Right now, he had a game to win. He dribbled the ball, weaving between players, but two defenders closed in on him fast. "Shit, I can't score," he muttered to himself, teeth gritted. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of movement. Maya. Always there when it counted. Without hesitation, Taiga passed the ball. Maya caught it clean and smooth, barely pausing before sending it to Rin on the wing. Taiga took advantage of the confusion and broke f

The room was thick with heat and the sound of skin against skin echoed off the walls. The air was saturated with pheromones, so potent they could be tasted. Taka’s body trembled, slick and sensitive, flushed with need as his heat overwhelmed every rational thought he had. He lay facedown on the bed, body arched, skin glistening with sweat and desperation. His lips were parted, breath ragged, a trail of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as a long moan tumbled out of him. Midorin gripped his waist firmly, eyes clouded with lust, jaw tight from restraint. Taka was beautiful like this,wild, undone, utterly consumed. And though the urge to take him fully pulsed through every vein in Midorin’s body, he forced himself to ask the one question that still mattered. "Want me to knot you this time, babe?" His voice was deep and rough, hands tightening instinctively around Taka's waist. He held himself back, just barely, struggling against the primal instinct to bury himself completel