All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The first aid kit had long since been packed away, the cuts cleaned, the silence between them settled into something almost comfortable. But comfortable, for Silius, never lasted long. Not when there was something sitting on his chest that he couldn't quite swallow back down.He sighed, the sound heavier than he meant it to be. "Mathew."Mathew glanced up from where he sat, one brow lifting at the tone alone. "What?""Can I talk to you seriously for a minute?"There was a pause — the kind that told Silius everything before Mathew even opened his mouth. A long, wary silence, followed by three small dots that seemed to stretch on forever."I don't like where this is going," Mathew finally said.Silius pressed on anyway, because someone had to. "Mathew….. you can't keep on doing this, okay?""I can't hear you," Mathew said flatly, not even bothering to make the deflection convincing.Silius exhaled through his nose, arms crossing over his chest as he searched for the right words — as if

Rile Kipper had known Silius long enough to recognize the particular quality of silence that meant something was eating at him — the kind that came with a sigh he thought he was hiding and a phone he kept checking even when no one had texted."So," Rile said, dropping onto the seat across from him, chin propped on one hand, "do you like him or not?"Silius didn't answer right away. He picked at the hem of his sleeve instead, stalling in the way he always did when a question cut closer than he was ready for. "I…. I don't know," he admitted finally."I mean he's great and all," he continued, the words coming slow, careful, like he was testing each one before letting it out into the open. "And I'm sure he'll never do anything to hurt me, but…." He exhaled, frustration creeping into his voice. "He gets jealous easily."He shook his head, the memory of it clearly still sitting sour in his chest. "And his controlling behaviour… ughh…. I hate that."Rile hummed, unbothered, waving a hand lik

The next day arrived with a softness that neither of them acknowledged out loud.Mathew stood in the doorway of Silius's room, the door left slightly ajar, watching quietly without announcing himself. Silius stood in front of the mirror across the room, still getting ready, fussing with a strand of hair that refused to sit the way he wanted it to — completely unaware that he was being watched at all.For a moment, Mathew simply stared. There was something almost absurd about it, watching this small, stubborn human fuss over his own reflection with such focused determination, as though the fate of the entire date rested on a single misbehaving strand of hair. Mathew's expression, usually sharp at the edges, went unexpectedly calm. Soft, even, in a way he'd never have admitted to if asked.Then he cleared his throat.Silius jumped, spinning around so fast he nearly knocked the hairbrush off the dresser, eyes wide with startled surprise. That reaction — that pure, unguarded flash of alar

Mathew and Silius wandered through the park with ice cream slowly melting in their hands, the string lights above them casting soft gold across the path. For a while neither of them said much, content to walk in comfortable silence, but Silius found himself glancing sideways at Mathew more than once, something quietly turning over in his mind."You know…." he finally said, trailing off.Mathew glanced over at him, unhurried. *"Look at him,"* was all the reply he gave — attentive, waiting, letting Silius find his own way to whatever he was trying to say."You've been acting really good today," Silius said at last, the observation slipping out before he'd fully decided how to phrase it.Mathew's brow furrowed slightly, more curious than offended. "What's that supposed to mean?""Usually whenever we go out," Silius explained, licking a drip of ice cream off his thumb before it could fall, "you would shout at or pick a fight with at least ten people." He shook his head, still faintly bewi

Mathew's fingers trailed slowly upward, settling at the back of Silius's neck with a firm grip — not hard enough to hurt, but sure enough to make the dominance in it unmistakable. With a gentle, commanding pull, he drew Silius closer, closing what little distance remained between them.Silius swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Mathew's eyes dropped to his lips — dark, intense, and utterly certain. There was no hesitation in that gaze. No question lingering about what was about to happen next.*"Gulp,"* was the only sound Silius managed, breath caught somewhere in his throat.And just like Silius had somehow already predicted, Mathew leaned in and kissed him.His eyes fluttered shut as he melted into it. It was their first — at least in Silius's own mind, some quiet corner of him had been waiting for exactly this without ever admitting it out loud — but there was nothing awkward or uncertain about the way Mathew moved against him. He kissed like he already knew precisely what he was