All Chapters of The alpha's forbidden desire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Silius and Mathew still hadn't found the missing phone. They had searched the car, the lobby, even called the security desk twice, but by the time they gave up it was already dark, and the day had drained every last bit of energy out of both of them. When they finally got home, Silius didn't even bother taking off his shoes properly — he trudged straight to the bed and collapsed face-down onto it, burying his face in the sheets with an exhausted groan."Ughh… I'm so tired," he mumbled into the pillow, voice muffled and pitiful.Mathew chuckled from the doorway, the sound low and fond, and crossed the room toward him. Without a word, he knelt beside the bed and reached for Silius's shoes, working the laces loose with careful fingers.Silius lifted his head just enough to protest. "You don't have to do that, I can—""I know you can." Mathew didn't even look up, focused on sliding the shoe off. "I just want to spoil you." His hand slid up, warm and slow, caressing the back of Silius's ca

The door swung open, and Mathew stepped inside with a takeout bag in one hand, his expression easy and warm, entirely unaware of the storm waiting for him."Look what I brought," he said, lifting the bag slightly, already smiling. "I bet you're hun—""Mathew."Something in the way Silius said his name made Mathew stop mid-sentence. He glanced up properly, taking in Silius's face for the first time since walking in — pale, tight, unreadable in a way that immediately set off something wary behind his eyes."*Look at him.* Hmm?" Mathew asked, setting the bag down slowly on the edge of the desk.Silius didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached into the drawer, pulled out what he'd found, and placed it deliberately on the table between them. "What is this?"Mathew's gaze dropped to it. For a long moment, he said nothing at all."What is my appointment letter," Silius said, each word measured, deliberate, "doing in your drawer?"The silence that followed was its own kind of answer.Sili

Determined to talk to Mathew — really talk, the way Rile had urged him to — Silius wiped his face dry, gathered whatever composure he had left, and headed home. But the moment he stepped through the door, he was caught completely off guard.There, in the living room, sat his parents, engaged in what looked like a perfectly pleasant conversation with none other than Mathew's parents. Marco and Cero Volkov, seated across from Silius's own mother and father, teacups in hand, as if the four of them had been doing this for years instead of meeting under the shadow of everything that had happened between their sons.Silius blinked, utterly confused, his carefully rehearsed opening line about honesty and no shouting evaporating on the spot. Before he could say anything at all, his mother rose from the couch with a warm smile and crossed the room to him."Mom," Silius managed, still trying to catch up, "what are you doing here?""Can't I visit my own son?" she said lightly, though there was a

Silius sat alone in his room long after the door had clicked shut behind Mathew's retreat, the tears long since dried from his eyes, leaving nothing behind but a hollow, exhausted stillness. He was empty — utterly lost. He didn't know what to do anymore.He loved Mathew. He really did. But he couldn't just marry him — not like this. Not when Mathew wasn't in his right mind, not when he was turning into someone obsessive, someone who would apparently do anything — anything at all — just to keep Silius by his side. The thought alone made his stomach turn.And yet. Those eight years without Mathew had been hell — truly unbearable — and Silius wasn't sure he could survive going through that again. His heart felt torn clean in two, caught somewhere between holding on and letting go, and all he wanted, more than anything, was for Mathew to actually understand. To see things, just once, from his side of it.He turned the ring on his finger absently, not quite able to bring himself to take it

Mathew said nothing more on the drive over, just a quiet, unreadable "…." typed and left unsent more than once, as if even he wasn't entirely certain what to say to fill the silence Silius had wrapped himself in since that morning. Silius, for his part, kept his gaze fixed on the passing storefronts, arms crossed tight over his chest, still wearing the same clothes he'd slept in, still feeling the phantom press of Mathew's hand from earlier — firm, insistent, utterly certain of its right to be there.Soon, they reached the mall, and Mathew gripped Silius's hand tightly as they stepped inside. The place was eerily empty — not that it surprised Silius. He knew exactly how possessive Mathew could be, knew without needing to ask that an entire floor had likely been cleared out and reserved the moment Mathew decided he wanted it that way. Only the staff remained, and the moment they spotted the two of them, they hurried over at once, bowing low, falling over themselves with the kind of def