Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shared Obsession: A Dark MMM Romance: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

KyleI’m tired. Not the kind of tired where you yawn and call it a night, but the kind that makes your bones ache with shame, your skin feel too tight, and your thoughts spin too loud to let you rest.I stood near the bed, staring at it like it was some sacred object I wasn’t allowed to touch. Of course, he was already on it—Hayden. Sprawled out like a prince in his goddamn castle while using his loud-ass phone, claiming space he didn't even need but wouldn’t share.There was only one bed in the room. One. And it wasn’t like I could just curl up on the floor like some obedient little dog. My body wasn't made for cold tiles or twisted sleeping positions. I needed a bed. I was made for a bed. My mom always says that too.I knew if I so much as leaned a knee into the mattress, Hayden would flare those stormy brows at me and maybe even kick me off. Or worse, punch me again. My lip still throbbed from earlier. So I decided to be mature. Respectful, even. I took the chair by the desk, arms

MaddoxThe scent hit me before he even stood up from the table. Sweet, slick, charged with something primal that clung to the air like invisible steam. I could taste it on the back of my tongue, even if I kept my jaw tight and my breathing shallow.Omegas in pre-heat always smelled potent, but there was something about this one. It was something I couldn’t quite put a name to. Like the scent was made just for me.I’d learned, painfully so, how to control myself around Omegas. Years of restraint honed into instinct. I didn’t act on every pulse of pheromone that floated past my nose. I didn’t snap. Didn’t let the Alpha in me claw its way out of my skin.But even the best control has its limits.And when that limit breaks? It’s not something I can fight. I stop being a man. I stop being Maddox. I become flame. Starved. Desperate. Violent. Not for destruction—no, that would be easy.I become desperate to breathe them, to taste what the scent promises. To get so deep inside that I forget w

KyleI sat there, my eyes fixed on the parcel in front of me, but my mind was a blur. The heat wasn’t as bad as yesterday, but it still simmered quietly beneath my skin. A slow, crawling burn that made my thoughts hazy. I needed to take the blockers. I needed to do it before things got out of hand again.But how was I supposed to do that with Hayden right there behind me?I couldn’t risk it. Not unless he left or fell asleep. I didn’t want to explain anything. I didn’t want him asking what I was taking or why I needed it. He wouldn’t understand, and honestly, I didn’t want to see that look on his face. The confused one. Or worse, the mocking one.Still, I was grateful. Grateful that he couldn’t smell it. That he wasn’t an Alpha. That he wasn’t my mate. If he had been any of those things, this would have been a disaster. He couldn’t pick up on my scent, and that made it easier to keep this to myself.I tilted my head slightly, just enough to peek behind me. He’d been quiet for a while

MaddoxI heard a sound. It was subtle, yet sharp. A rustle against paper, or maybe the faint thump of a foot misstepping on the wooden floor. Then came a vibration, low and mechanical, like a phone buzzing against wood. It echoed loudly in my ears, far too loud for a normal human to catch.But that was all I needed. When you’re the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, the smallest sound hits like thunder in your ear. The air changed, too—something shifted. The kind of shift that only happens when someone’s heart is racing, when adrenaline is laced so thick in their scent, it nearly chokes the room.I slowly rose from behind the desk, the chair barely creaking beneath me. My eyes cut across the towering shelves that filled the study. Every wall lined with books, documents, leather-bound contracts, and even older memories. And someone had stepped into it, uninvited. Someone had ignored the sign I had pinned to the door—the one that clearly said Do Not Enter. That sign wasn’t a polite suggestion.

HaydenI blinked at him, still pressed against the wall, stunned by how close he’d gotten and how rough he sounded. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice low but steady.Maddox didn’t ease up. His glare only deepened. “Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “I saw you staring at me. And you’ve been acting strange toward me lately, like you know something, like you’re holding something over my head.” His eyes locked onto mine. “So spit it out. What do you know? What the hell are you trying to tell me?”I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “There’s nothing for me to tell you,” I said. “Nothing at all.”“Then stop it,” he growled. “Stop looking at me like that. Stop giving me those eyes like you’re—like you see through me.”I swallowed hard. “You really want to know why I’ve been looking at you like that?”He flinched slightly, his brows furrowing as he instinctively took a step back from me. For the first time, I saw something crack in his expression—just slightly. A flicke