All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Days passed just like that. Silius continued giving Mathew the cold shoulder, and Mathew — at least on the surface — acted like he didn't care, like Silius's indifference didn't touch him at all. But every night, after Silius had finally fallen asleep, Mathew would quietly slip into his bed anyway. Because there was no way in hell Silius would have let him stay if he'd been awake to stop it. And every morning, before Silius opened his eyes, Mathew was already gone — gone so completely, so silently, that it would have been easy to believe he'd never been there at all, if not for the faint, lingering warmth Silius sometimes woke to and refused to examine too closely. Just like that, the wedding day arrived. Silius hadn't been given much say in any of it — the venue, the guest list, even the exact shade of ivory on the invitations had all been decided somewhere above his head, in conversations he'd only ever caught the tail end of. He'd stopped fighting the details days ago, conservin

"He asked me why I didn't join his company," Silius said quietly, once they were alone again, the last of the receiving line finally thinning out around them."And what did you say?" Mathew asked, watching him closely."T… that I don't want to work there," Silius answered, the lie coming easier now than it should have.Mathew smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Look at you, learning everything so fast~" There was pride in it, and something colder underneath the pride, the kind of approval that came from watching a lesson finally take. "Let's get out of this place now, hmm?""*Look at Mathew.* This is our wedding, and the guests are still here," Silius pointed out."You wanna get out of here?" Mathew repeated, as though the question had been his idea all along. "You must be tired from all those rituals and greetings. I don't want you to get tired because of these irrelevant people." His voice hardened slightly. "And who the fuck cares about them anyway? You can do whatever the fuc

"Are you crazy?" Silius pulled back just enough to look at him properly, disbelief cracking through the flat exhaustion in his voice. "Why would you buy an entire island?"Mathew didn't so much as blink. "Because I wanna spoil my wife."The word landed strangely — *wife* — said with such easy affection, as if it hadn't been forced into existence a week ago over Silius's explicit objection. Mathew's hands stayed at his waist, thumbs tracing idle circles there, and for a moment his expression softened into something almost pleading."I know you're mad at me 'cause I forced this marriage on you," he said, "but trust me, baby... I'll never do anything to hurt you. I'll spoil you like no one else could ever do." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Silius's cheek, soft, certain. "Your anger will melt in no time. I'm sure of it."Silius stared at him, something cold settling low in his chest. That was the trouble with Mathew — he genuinely believed it. Believed that enough gifts, enough grand

It was after a while that Silius finally worked up the nerve to ask again. "Where's my phone?"Mathew didn't look up from his laptop, sprawled comfortably across the couch as though the question hadn't even registered as strange. "Why do you need a phone when we're on our honeymoon?""You have your laptop with you," Silius pointed out, arms crossed."It's work related.""Well..." Silius exhaled through his nose. "I have to do some work-related matters too."Mathew finally glanced up at him, that familiar, maddening calm settled over his features. "*Look at him.* I'm your boss," he said, "and I hereby grant you a full week vacation. You don't have to work.""....." Silius stared at him, the sheer audacity of it briefly stealing his ability to form a response. Of course. Of course Mathew would rather rewrite the terms of Silius's own employment than simply hand back a phone."So annoying," he muttered under his breath, turning on his heel and heading for the door."Where are you going?"

The afternoon sun hung low over the campus, casting long shadows across the pavement where Mile Graves stood, arms crossed, waiting in front of the college gates. Students filtered past him in twos and threes, laughing, shoving each other, oblivious to the tension coiled tight in his shoulders.Beside him, Kile Kipler shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing at his best friend with a furrowed brow."Are you sure he's coming?" Kile asked, his voice low, careful.Mile didn't look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on the road beyond the gates, watching every car that passed as if willing one of them to slow down. "Yeah," he said finally."He texted me a few minutes ago."Kile studied him for a moment longer, unconvinced but unwilling to push. He knew Mile well enough to recognize the stubborn set of his jaw, the way he held himself when he didn't want to be questioned. Still, he tried once more."Are you sure you don't want me to wait with you?"Mile shook his head, a faint, t