All Chapters of Aligned Fantasy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Proving A Point.

Taiga was getting pissed. Who the hell kept sending him flowers and money? And how did they even get his bank information? The first time it happened, he had been after practice. They had an upcoming match against the Apex Predators in two weeks time, he and Tatsuya had laughed about the name for hours. He was still grinning about it when he walked into the lobby of his apartment building. The receptionist, a woman in her mid-forties who always had a smile ready for him, waved him down. “Good day, sir. Someone dropped this off for you,” she said, holding out a large, bulky package. He frowned. “A package? I didn’t order anything.” That thought didn’t last long. As soon as he reached for it, he realized it wasn’t a box at all. It was a huge bouquet of roses. There was no name attached. Just a small, cream-colored card tucked between the stems. " Your eyes reminded me of these gorgeous roses, so I got them for you." He blinked at it, the scent of the flowers filling his

Let You In.

Sat at the table was Dante. Of course it was. Honestly, Taiga should have known from the start. Dante had gone completely off the radar since they had sex at his apartment. Taiga opened his mouth to speak, but Dante cut him off , “You… look stunning,” Dante said, rising from his seat. He moved closer, each step carried confidence, until he stood directly infront of Taiga. His hand reached for Taiga’s warm fingers lifting them gently, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. That small, unexpected touch snapped Taiga out of the trance that had held him still since stepping into the room. “What is this, Dante?” he finally asked. Dante didn’t answer, his hands slid slowly around Taiga’s waist, Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the chair opposite him and pulled it out. “Sit.” Taiga didn’t move. “I asked a question. You think I’m just going to let this happen?” Dante chuckled quietly. “Indulge me a bit, will you? And if you don’t enjoy this night, I’ll make sure it never h

He is Mine.

The ride back to Dante’s mansion was suffocating in the best way. Taiga now straddling him, hands on him, everywhere, hair, neck, chest, pulling, clawing, demanding. Every graze of his fingers was lust driven. Dante’s self-control was hanging on a thread, and each roll of Taiga’s hips strengthened the pull. He’d texted Maya before they left the restaurant. 'Be in my bedroom'. 'Wait for me'. Bonding both of them wouldn’t work unless both of them were tied to him, and this was the perfect night. But getting Taiga through the door without taking him apart in the car was proving impossible. The air was heavy with pheromones, sharp and intoxicating. Even the beta driver, who should have been immune unless it was overpowering, was gripping the wheel too tightly, Dante caught the flicker of strain in the rearview mirror. Good thing he’d chosen a beta. An alpha or omega would have driven them straight into a ditch by now. Taiga’s mouth found the curve of his jaw, teeth grazing bef

He Is Mine 2

Dante’s.hands spread Taiga’s thighs wide, his head lowering between them with no hesitation. His mouth latched onto Taiga’s pussy, his tongue pushing deep, eating him like a man starved. Taiga could feel the way his body pulsed and clenched around Dante’s tongue, the wet sounds filling the room alongside Maya’s ragged breathing. The obscene mix of slurping and muffled gagging bounced off the walls. Maya was big for an Omega, a good six and a half inches compared to Dante’s near eleven, minus the swelling knot that would come later, he filled Taiga’s mouth in a way that forced him to focus, each thrust dragging a groan from his throat that vibrated against Maya’s cock. His hands gripped Dante’s hair, fingers tightening to guide the movement of his mouth against his slick cunt. Dante growled low at the sting on his scalp and sucked harder on Taiga’s clit, drawing more slick to pool beneath them. It happened almost in sync, Taiga coming first, drenching Dante's face and chin, drippi

I Understand He's Broken.....So I'd Fix Him.

The morning seeped in through the curtains, warm, against Taiga’s half-lidded eyes. He shifted slightly, feeling the cool sheets tangled around his waist and the faint ache inbetween his legs. His breath hitched before his mind even finished piecing together the events of last night. The air still carried traces of Dante’s scent, impossible to ignore. It clung to him, woven into his skin as if it had marked him from the inside out. Maya’s scent was softer, laced faintly with the sweetness of restraint, but it was there too, layered in a way that made Taiga’s chest tighten. Taiga blinked again, the blur in his vision fading enough to reveal that he wasn’t alone. Dante was there. The Enigma sat in the chair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between his fingers. The faint curl of smoke drifted up, backlit by the sunlight spilling around him. His eyes were fixed on Taiga, as if he had been awake for hours just waiting for him to move. On the other side of

Guard Dog.

Now dressed, Maya and Taiga joined Dante at the table. Taiga wore loose green sweatpants and a white shirt that slipped off his shoulders, exposing his collarbones. His red hair was tied up in a messy bun. Maya had on shorts that stopped at his knees and a blue t-shirt, his light blue hair falling around his face. Dante was already seated at the head of the table, sipping coffee. He looked freshly groomed too, short navy-blue hair combed neatly. A black t-shirt, loose pants, and slides gave him a casual look.His eyes followed the two of them as they sat, Taiga on his right, Maya on his left. “Good morning,” Dante said, his voice low, but his eyes never left Taiga. “Morning,” Taiga replied evenly. He wasn’t going to fake shyness anymore. Instead, he met Dante’s stare head-on, eyebrows raised. “What?” “Nothing. You’re just so beautiful.” Heat rushing to his face. Maya laughed at the sight, the sound breaking the tension. Dante turned toward him, taking his hand and brushing

Butterflies In My Tummy.

“Sooo… Dante, huh?” Tatsuya teased, eyes glued to the NBA game on the screen. “Don’t even start,” Taiga groaned. Tatsuya shifted closer, “Come on, you disappear for a whole night and don’t want to spill?” “It’s no big deal, really. I have two mates now and I—” “YOU WHAT?” Tatsuya practically screamed. “Jesus, Tatsuya, keep your voice down,” Taiga hissed. “Keep my voice down? You’re fucking mated?” Tatsuya gawked at him, disbelief painted across his face. “What happened to giving him a hard time? Making him work for it?” he says, mimicking his voice. “I did. He worked for it,” Taiga snapped back. “Oh please,” Tatsuya scoffed. “He showers you with gifts and the next thing, you’re letting him hit.” Taiga stood, walking into the kitchen. Tatsuya stalked close behind. “What happened to making Enigmas suffer, huh?” he pushed, taunting. “You know, I told Maya you were just playing hard to get, but I didn’t think you’d actually come around that quickly.” He flopped onto

Who Wants To Be A....

The clock on the wall blinked 5:54 p.m., its quiet tick barely noticeable over the muffled sound of laughter coming from the television. Maya had already made himself at home on Taiga’s couch, sprawled out in the laziest way possible. His body was half-sunk into the cushions, his socked feet dangling off the armrest while he munched on popcorn. The 90’s drama flashing across the screen held his full attention, and his boyish grin, the way his cheeks puffed up every time he stuffed more popcorn into his mouth, made him look so disarmingly content that Taiga couldn’t even bring himself to interrupt. Still, Taiga felt that small pang of guilt. He hadn’t exactly included Maya in the last-minute change of plans. The guy had been left out, blindsided even, but looking at him now, he didn’t seem bothered at all. If anything, he looked right at home, like he belonged here, stretched out on Taiga’s couch, laughing at old dramas as if this place was his own. Taiga shook his head and turned b

Read You Like A Book.

The living room had gone quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. The empty glasses on the table carried the lingering scent of alcohol. “Why aren't you a registered Luna? The percs it comes with is enough to set you up for life” Dante asked, not breaking eye contact with the Luna. Taiga leaned back against the couch, his expression unreadable. “Not every Luna wants to be government property, pimped out like a prostitute.” he replied smoothly. Dante hums, not buying it, there's something Taiga was hiding from him and he'd find out. “What’s the source of your wealth Dante? We are literally high schoolers, teenagers down own estates, and from what I’ve noticed, it isn’t daddy’s money,” Taiga suddenly asks, throwing the question right at him. “I own multiple businesses,” Dante answered, almost too easily. “Like?” Taiga shoots back immediately. Dante’s lips curved in the faintest smirk, “It’s my turn to ask questions.” he draws out. The tension was noticeab

Lingering Thoughts and Growing Suspicion.

The ride back to Maya’s home was quiet. It wasn’t until halfway there that Maya finally broke the silence. “Just in case you need reassurance,” he said softly, his voice dripping with fatigue, “Although I've dated him for a few months, I know when he’s lying.” He knew Taiga well enough to know if he hated Dante would have told him to his face. Dante’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale against the leather. His eyes stayed fixed on the road. Maya leaned back against the seat,his gaze shifting toward him. “He’s blunt, So if he isn’t giving you a straight answer, then it’s usually because he won't be saying what you want to hear.” Dante released a long breath. “I know,” he admitted. “But I still need to hear him say it.” He needed Taiga to say he loved him, wanted him, and not just sexually, he wanted him to say he can't breathe without him, live without him. He had been reckless, stupid even, thinking that bonding Taiga would make things fall into place.

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