All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

It had been five days on the island. No phone, no friends, no television — nothing. Just Mathew and Silius, and the endless hush of the sea beyond the porch. Mathew still had his laptop, could slip into work now and then when the isolation grew too loud even for him. Silius had nothing. Boredom didn't even begin to cover what he was feeling.And to make things worse, giving Mathew the cold shoulder was no easy task when he was the only other person for miles.It came down to a choice, really — lose his mind from the isolation, or swallow his pride and actually talk to the man he was supposedly furious with. Silius chose the first option. It turned out to be far harder than he'd imagined, but he stuck to it anyway, out of sheer stubbornness if nothing else. He did everything in his power to avoid him — long walks that led nowhere, naps that weren't really naps, silences stretched taut as fishing line.He was sitting in a chair in front of the house, staring out at the water, when Mathe

The warmth of the water was still clinging to their skin when the mood shifted — quietly at first, then all at once, the way storms on that island always seemed to arrive."Stop being so stubborn," Mathew murmured, his voice dropping into something low and coaxing, "and let yourself feel it."Silius stiffened in his arms. "Feel what?""You want me." Mathew didn't phrase it as a question. He never did. "You crave my touch, too." His hand slid to Silius's waist, fingers pressing in slow, deliberate circles."Mathew... stop." Silius's voice came out sharper than he meant it to, though the tremor beneath the sharpness betrayed him. "Stop trying to manipulate me.""All these cold shoulders..." Mathew tilted his head, studying him with the patient amusement of a man who already knew how the scene would end. "It's just a front.""You want me, baby," he added, softer now, almost gentle — which was somehow worse."S... stop," Silius managed, though he didn't pull away, and that failure to move

"I wanna fucking go back," Silius said again, "and that's final."Mathew looked at him for a long moment, and then, to Silius's utter disbelief, he simply said, "Okay."Silius blinked. "I wanna— wait, what?""I said okay." Mathew's voice was calm, almost gentle, none of the manipulation from the night before lingering in it now. "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do."Silius stared at him, searching his face for the catch, the hidden condition, the smirk that usually followed statements like this one. He found none of it. "Really?" he asked, wary. "You agreed to me, just like that?""Like I said before, baby," Mathew replied, "I'll listen to you."The words should have felt like relief. Instead they landed somewhere strange and unsettled in Silius's chest, and before he could stop himself, the accusation slipped out."You didn't listen to me when I didn't want to get married to you."Mathew's expression shifted, something flickering behind his eyes before he could smooth it b

*In Mathew and Silius's room~***KNOCK KNOCK**"It's open," Silius called, not bothering to look up from where he sat folding the last of the clothes from their trip.The door swung open, and his mother stepped inside with the easy familiarity of someone who had never once considered knocking might mean *wait*."Hi, baby," she said warmly."H... hi, Mom," Silius replied, straightening a little, already bracing without quite knowing for what yet."Where's Mathew?" she asked, glancing around the room."He went to the office.""Ooh." She settled onto the edge of the bed, folding her hands neatly in her lap, the picture of casual concern. "You guys just got back from your honeymoon, right? How was the trip?""Ooh... it was—" Silius started, but she was already moving on before he could finish."Are you guys having a baby soon?"Silius's expression flattened into a frown. "We just got married.""Don't tell me you haven't thought about having a baby yet," she pressed, tilting her head, an e

Mathew got out of the shower and found Silius still sitting on the bed, lost somewhere deep in thought, his eyes fixed on nothing at all. He crossed the room and cupped Silius's face gently between his hands."What's wrong now?" he asked."N... nothing," Silius said quickly, forcing the phone he'd been holding back onto the nightstand before Mathew could notice.Mathew studied him a moment longer, unconvinced, but didn't push. "...." He let the silence stretch, then finally said, "Shall we go out then?""Do we really have to?" Silius asked, the words heavier than the question warranted."Yes," Mathew said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the bed with easy insistence. "We need to clear that head of yours. Get some fresh air, and everything will be fine."Silius didn't argue. He let himself be led out the door, down to the car, and across the city to the restaurant Mathew had reserved — of course reserved, of course entirely empty except for the two of them, tucked into the VI