All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mathew drove with one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped around Silius's, lifting it every so often to press soft, lingering kisses against his knuckles, unbothered by the road ahead of them."Mathew..." Silius said, half-exasperated. "Stop doing that and focus on the road.""Can't concentrate on anything when you're near, baby," Mathew said, entirely unrepentant."Ew... cheesy," Silius muttered, though he didn't pull his hand away.Mathew only chuckled, pleased with himself.**RING RING RING.**"Your phone is ringing," Silius said, glancing toward the cupholder where it sat buzzing insistently."Just ignore it," Mathew said, eyes still on the road.Silius's gaze sharpened. "What? Can't answer it in front of me?"Mathew glanced over at him, something amused flickering across his face. "Look at you," he said, "being jealous.""I'm not jealous.""*Chuckle.*" "Yeah, yeah.""You can check, if you're that jealous," Mathew added, nodding toward the phone."I told you I'm not jealous,"

The morning came quietly, the kind of quiet that felt heavier than silence should. Mathew had disappeared into the shower not long after breakfast, and the moment the bathroom door clicked shut, Silius felt the familiar knot tighten in his chest. He knew, without needing to be told, that Mathew wouldn't approve of him speaking with anyone of the opposite gender — or, in this case, with anyone who wasn't him at all. It was a rule that had never been spoken aloud, yet it governed the house all the same.Still, something had been gnawing at Silius for days, and he couldn't shake it any longer. He had already tried, once, to talk to Mathew directly about the strange tension that had settled between the three of them since the wedding. But Mathew, true to form, had slipped around every question like water around a stone — never denying, never confirming, just dodging until the subject dissolved into nothing. If Mathew wouldn't give him answers, then perhaps Micheal would.He found Micheal

It was late by the time Mathew finally came home.Silius had been sitting on the edge of their bed for hours, waiting, replaying the hallway over and over in his mind until the memory had worn smooth and strange, no longer quite feeling like something that had happened to him. When he heard the door, he was on his feet before he'd even decided to move, crossing the room toward Mathew before he'd fully stepped inside.Mathew was a jealous man. That word had never really been enough to describe him — not fully, not in the way it needed to be. Silius knew, better than anyone, how much Mathew hated it when other men came too close, how even something as innocent as Silius spending an afternoon with his own family could put that dark, simmering look behind his eyes. That was how possessive Mathew could be, on an ordinary day, over nothing at all.Now there was something. Now there was an incident the entire household had seen, whispered about, twisted into something worse than it was. Only

They lay in bed for a long while without speaking, the kind of silence that no longer felt heavy the way it had the night before. Mathew's arm was draped around Silius's waist, holding him close, and Silius had his head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat like it was the only sound left in the world worth paying attention to.It was Mathew who broke the quiet first."I don't wanna stay here."Silius lifted his head to look at him. "What?""This mansion..." Mathew's eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, distant. "I don't wanna stay here anymore.""Is it because of what—""I think Micheal likes you."Silius sat up slightly, startled. "What? No, he doesn't—""Either way, I don't wanna stay here anymore." Mathew's voice was quiet, final, the same flat certainty he'd worn the day before when he'd walked away from that hallway without a single glance back. "I can't stand the thought of him near you." He turned his head, finally looking at Silius directly.

"Can't you see how happy Mathew and Silius are?" Mile demanded, standing in the middle of Micheal's study with his arms crossed, refusing to back down even as Micheal's expression darkened. "Why are you trying to—""Since when did I give you the permission to question me?"The words landed like a slap, sharp and immediate, and Mile felt whatever courage he'd walked in with start to shrink under the weight of Micheal's stare. "...." He looked away first, the way he always did eventually, no matter how much he told himself this time would be different."I shouldn't have said anything," he muttered.Micheal didn't respond. He simply watched him, arms folded, waiting for Mile to finish digging his own hole."It's all on me," Mile mumbled, half to himself, half hoping Micheal wouldn't hear it and press further. "If anything happens to their—" He caught himself too late, the sentence already half out of his mouth."If anything happens to their relation," Micheal finished for him, voice dece