All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The weekend arrived far sooner than Silius had hoped.The past few days had passed in a blur of meetings, reports, and endless paperwork, leaving him little time to dwell on his thoughts. Yet every quiet moment, every pause between tasks, his mind drifted back to the same question.When did everything change?Once, traveling with Mathew had been something he secretly looked forward to. They would spend hours discussing work during the flight before gradually drifting into lighter conversations. Mathew would complain about airport coffee, tease Silius for carrying too many books, and insist they explore the city after meetings if time allowed.Those memories felt painfully distant now.This trip would be different.Professional.Cold.Nothing more.Early Saturday morning, the mansion was unusually quiet.A pale sunrise filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the grand foyer in soft golden light. The staff moved about quietly, careful not to disturb the peaceful atmospher

The first thing Mathew noticed as he stepped out of the bathroom was the scattered bundle of empty beer bottles littering the floor. His brows knitted in concern, the towel still damp in his hand, forgotten. "Silius?" No answer came. He scanned the room — the rumpled couch, the half-drawn curtains, the low hum of the city outside — and Silius was nowhere in sight. His gaze shifted toward the balcony, and there he was. Silius stood with his back turned, facing the night sky, a half-empty beer bottle dangling loosely from his hand. The wind caught the pale strands of his hair, and for a moment Mathew simply watched him, struck — the way he always was, even after all these years — by how fragile Silius could look and how much iron actually lived beneath that fragility. "Heey." Mathew walked towards him, keeping his voice light, hopeful the lightness might be contagious. "When I said you can rest, I didn't mean you can get drunk." Silius didn't turn around. His shoulders were tight, d

Mathew and Silius were still in the room, the fireworks long faded from the sky outside, when the tears finally caught up with him.Mathew sat on the edge of the bed with Silius curled in his lap, clinging to him like letting go might shatter what little was left of him. Silius was crying—broken, shuddering sobs that shook his whole frame, his tears soaking into the shoulder of Mathew's shirt. Mathew held him close, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other tracing slow, useless circles along his back, trying to soothe a hurt that wouldn't be soothed.The crying wouldn't stop. The pain wouldn't ease."You have to stop crying, love," Mathew murmured against his hair, voice low and pleading. "You're gonna get sick at this rate.""I—I can't stop." Silius's words came out muffled, wrecked. "You did so much for me... and I—I lashed out at you like that.""You didn't know anything." Mathew's hand stilled against his back. "You had every right to get angry at me.""But still..."Math

Instead of throwing a punch like he used to, Mathew did something that surprised even Silius.With an eerie calm that never once faltered, he wrapped an arm around Silius's waist and began walking toward the group of guys who'd made the comment. Silius's heart pounded in his chest. He knew that look—knew what usually followed. A clenched jaw, a flash of anger, a fist flying before anyone could stop him. That was the Mathew he remembered from their youth, the one who never let anyone get away with disrespecting Silius.He braced himself, half-expecting the perfect moment they'd been sharing to shatter into chaos.But Mathew didn't raise a fist.He simply stopped in front of them, his grip on Silius protective but gentle, his gaze steady, silent, unshaken."This guy right here?" His voice was calm, almost pleasant. "He's mine. Just because you don't have someone of your own doesn't give you the right to talk about mine." His eyes narrowed slightly. "So do me a favor—stop looking at him

THE NEXT MORNING The first thing Silius became aware of was warmth.Not the warmth of the blanket draped over him, nor the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, but the comforting heat of another person. Strong arms were wrapped securely around his waist, holding him close as though he were the most precious thing in the world.He blinked awake slowly, his silver lashes fluttering as he stared at the quiet bedroom. For a brief moment, everything felt peaceful.Then he tried to move.A dull ache spread through his body, causing him to wince."...Ow."The tiny sound was barely audible, yet the man behind him stirred immediately.Mathew's eyes opened, still hazy with sleep. The instant he noticed Silius's expression, the sleepy smile on his face disappeared, replaced by concern."Baby?" he asked softly.Silius turned his head just enough to send him an unimpressed look."You..."Mathew raised an eyebrow."I told you to go easy on me."A guilty chuckle escaped him."I k