Trapped Between Two Alpha Captains のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Eli..By 8: 57 p.m., I was already outside the XxX hostel.John leaned against his car, arms and legs crossed, posture too casual. Completely unaffected he’d seemed. As if it didn’t matter. And another man wanting me meant nothing to him.“Relax,” he said, voice detached in a way that made my chest tighten. “It’s just sex. After everything we’ve done? Just fuck him the way you fuck me.”His words punched me colder than the night breeze. Just sex. For him, maybe. But to me, it was the only way I could feel close to him.“Even if you don’t enjoy it.” John continued, “Just bear with it. You remember why we are doing this right?” He grabbed my shoulders, his green eyes piercing through me.My body tightened, but I forced a nod. “Good boy.” John smiled, patting my shoulder. “Zane’s waiting.”He didn’t wait for me to enter the building, before jumping into his car and zooming off. I swallowed down the ache and headed into the building.Inside the communal area, the air shifted into some

Eli..I couldn’t think. All I knew was I had to get out of here. I jumped into my briefs, and then my trousers. My hands shook. My thoughts blurred, fragments of memory of that night flashing in: The red and blue light, the siren wailing, the smile he shot at me as the police drove off with him.He’s out. He’s going to kill me.I swallowed, but my heartbeat echoed in my ears.I snatched the closest shirt. Yanked it on. Tottered towards the door.The door swung open, and I bumped into Zane. The glass of water fell, water splashing, glass shattering.“Oh shit,” I hissed, dashing past him. “I-I’m so sorry. I just… I have to go.”I continued, my legs slamming the floor as I hurried out of his apartment, out of the building. I was breathing fast, yet it didn’t fill my lungs.As if on cue, a cab appeared. Hopping in, I flashed my last cash at the driver.“Malcolm hostel.”The drive felt like it stretched eternity, and by the time I arrived at the hostel, my body was already trembling.L

ELI..I cut through the water, arm slicing, legs kicking. The pool always felt like a haven. It always made me feel clean and my body light. It’s been two weeks and John still refuses to tell me what’s in the letter. Whether my father was out or not hung over my head like a guillotine ready to drop. I didn't know why he was hiding it from me.I climbed out, water dripping from my skin. I reached out for the towel Louis was handing over to me.From the corner of my eyes, I saw an omega boy surrounded by our teammates, their laughter filling the otherwise silent Natatorium. An attention, I’d never get.John was there too, eyes glinting, smile too wide. An ache shot through my chest, and then my stomach twisted. Too hard.My legs moved before my brain caught up, stumbling towards the bathroom. The door gave way for me. My wretching sounds ricocheted off the walls as I threw up. My knuckles lightened as I gripped the wet rim of the sink. My throat burned like my stomach was about to

Eli . . Louis and I sat on opposite sides of the bed, our legs crossed. “You don’t have to trap yourself like that,” Louis said, his voice soft. “I’ve seen your work, your talent. You can do this without Zane.” I hunched a little, my stomach coiling like a rotten spring. I wanted to believe those words—to have faith in myself. Louis leaned back and exhaled. “Besides, being with someone controlling like Zane can bring back your nightmares.” He winked at me. “Psychology 101” A smile broke on my face, but it quickly disappeared. I remembered those nightmares. They had vanished when I entered my final year. The thought of them returning and dragging me to hell, made my chest pound. My phone buzzed on the bed, and I jerked. I glanced down, and it was John. “I’m coming,” I said, grabbing Louis’ jacket from beside me. I flung the jacket halfway towards the door. Outside, on the bench around the corner of the building, John sat. That soft crooked smile that always made my

Eli..I didn’t care about his question. No matter who gave or took control, in the end my will was still the one being swallowed. I will still be forced to do things I didn’t like.But it was all for survival.“People who are tired of fighting alone,” Zane saidI wasn’t fighting alone. I had John.Zane shifted my hips, pressing me deeper into his bulge.With a long pull, he stroked my cock, his fist plummeting into my pelvis.I bit my lower lip, depriving him of a moan.He just smiled and continued. “When I own your actions, I own your consequences as well.”His fingers worked their way from the base of my shaft to the sensitive underside of my cock.“That sounds stupid,” I said.Yet I couldn’t help but wonder what that even meant.Zane just continued. “When, I own your body, breath, your pleasure.” His hand drifted down, and he cupped my balls into his hand. “Your happiness, dream they also mine now.” He massaged them, making my breath hitch. “It's my responsibility to make it happ