All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

That was the first meeting with Mathew. He was my father's friend's son, staying at our house for a short while a temporary guest who would, without meaning to, rearrange the architecture of my heart.For the first time in my life, I wanted to get close to someone. And I tried. I smiled at him, sought him out, gave him every opening I could think of. He was cold in return distant, unreachable but that, I told myself, was simply how he treated everyone. Even his own parents received nothing warmer. So it didn't matter. His coldness wasn't rejection; it was just *him*.Then, one day, he left.I cried that day. It was the first time in my life I hadn't gotten what I wanted, and the unfamiliarity of it frightened me more than the grief itself. I had wanted him, and I had been so certain the way I was certain about everything that I would get him.Years passed before I saw him again. He would visit our home with his family from time to time, brief little vacations that never lasted lon

"Hm.... let me just—" Dan started, tilting his head toward Silius with an unhurried, almost curious expression.Before he could finish, the door burst open, and Mathew stormed in, his eyes blazing with bloodlust as they locked onto Dan. Dan didn't flinch. Instead, a calm, almost eerie smile curved his lips as he stepped closer to Silius."I knew you would come," Dan said, "but I didn't know it would be this fast. How did you find us so quickly?""Let me warn you, Dan," Mathew growled, taking a step forward, "if anything happens to—""Wait... let me guess," Dan interrupted, holding up a hand. "You placed a tracker on Silius." He clicked his tongue, almost admiring the paranoia behind the tactic. "You don't even trust your own wife. Always on edge, haunted by the thought of him running away... pathetic."Mathew's jaw clenched, fury simmering just beneath his skin."But me, on the other hand," Dan continued, voice dropping into something softer, more dangerous, "you don't have to—""Shut

The delivery dragged on for nearly a full day. Word spread fast in a family like the Volkovs — faster than anyone could stop it and soon both sets of parents had gathered in the sterile white hallway outside the operating room, each of them absorbing the risks and complications in real time as the nurses relayed updates through the door. No one said the word aloud, but it hung in the air anyway: *critical.* They tried to calm Silius's parents, tried to offer reassurances that sounded hollow even as they left their mouths, but nothing eased the dread pressing down on the room. And Mathew — Mathew didn't sit. Didn't eat. Didn't sleep. He didn't so much as blink for longer than a second at a time, as though closing his eyes even briefly might let something terrible slip through the cracks while he wasn't looking. He planted himself in front of the operating room doors like a man rooted to the spot by will alone, refusing to move, refusing to hope for anything less than everything. Hou

Waking up to the sound of his voice is still, after everything, the most beautiful and most maddening thing in my life. All I have ever wanted all I will ever want is him. By my side. Within my reach. Mine.I know I'm not the husband he might have dreamed of, back before he knew what it meant to belong to someone like me. Hell, I don't even deserve him. But that's the nature of desire, isn't it? We crave the things we have no right to. And he — he is the most dangerous sin I've ever known, one I'll gladly drown in for the rest of my life, one that consumes me and reshapes me into something I'm not sure even I recognize anymore.And yet here he is every morning, leaning over me with that same impossible, angelic smile. That smile is my undoing. It isn't just an expression — it's my addiction, my cage, my salvation, all folded into one small, devastating curve of his mouth. He wakes me like this now, every day, like it's become a ritual neither of us questions anymore. His face is the

The apartment was too quiet. Mathew Volkov noticed it the moment he stepped through the door, jacket still damp from the evening air, keys still in his hand. Ordinarily this was the loudest ten seconds of his day — Silius calling out a greeting from somewhere in the house, the baby fussing in the background, some small chaos already in motion before Mathew had even taken his shoes off. But tonight there was nothing. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the low gold light spilling out from the living room. He found Silius on the couch. Alone. White hair loose around his shoulders, legs tucked beneath him, phone forgotten in his lap — and no baby in sight. Not on his hip, not asleep against his chest, not anywhere Mathew could see. For a full second, worry threatened to override the strange, guilty spark of relief blooming in his chest. "Where's Mateo?" he asked, setting his keys down on the side table. Silius looked up at him with a slow, deliberate calm that told Mathew every