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Rejected by the alpha — Chapter 21

For one heartbeat, the whole yard went silent in Adrian's ears.She saw the gray wolf with his silver claws raised. She saw Cassian lying in the dirt, his silver fur dark and wet, his chest barely moving. She saw the fire on the walls, and the black smoke, and the faces of her pack turned toward her from every side.Then she stopped feeling afraid.It did not happen slowly. It happened like a door slamming shut inside her. The fear, the doubt, the fever, the old shame from the hall, all of it went quiet. What stayed was one clear, hot thought.No. Not him. You do not get him.Her wolf rose inside her, and this time she did not rise weak. She rose like a flood. The poison in the bond screamed and tried to pull her down, but Adrian grabbed the torn rope of it with both hands and held on. It burned her from the inside. She did not care. She poured every drop of her anger and every drop of her love down that rope, straight into the empty place where his heartbeat should have been."Come b

Rejected by the alpha — chapter 22

They carried Cassian into the great hall and laid him on a long table near the fire.Adrian would not let anyone else hold his hand. She stood beside him in a borrowed cloak, her hair still full of ash, and watched the healers cut away his torn shirt. The wound in his chest was deep and black at the edges. Selena's pale light had stopped the bleeding, but it had not touched the dark color that crept out from the cuts like ink in water."Silver poison," Mara whispered. Her face was gray. "It goes for the heart.""Then keep it away from his heart," Adrian said."I am trying, miss."The doors opened behind her. The hall went still. She did not need to turn around to know who had come in. She felt the Thorn Alpha the way a person feels a cold draft.He stood a few steps inside the doorway, alone, with his hands open and empty at his sides. He had left every weapon outside. Behind him, two of Cassian's guards watched with drawn swords. Nobody spoke."Sit," Adrian said, without turning. "Ov

Rejected by the alpha — chapter 23

Selena's hands were already glowing before Adrian reached the table."Do not let go of him," the old woman snapped, not looking up. "Whatever you feel through that bond, push it back into him. Now, Adrian. There is no time to explain."Adrian did not ask why. He pressed both palms flat over Cassian's still heart and reached inside himself for the place where the bond lived, the place that had been burning for days. It was cold now, and shrinking, like a fire going out in the rain."Come back," he said, the way he had said it in the yard. "I did not fight for you to lose you on a table."He poured himself into the bond the same way he had poured himself into the fight, without holding anything back. It hurt. It felt like reaching into a fire and closing his hand around the coal instead of pulling away. His own heart stuttered once, hard, in answer, as if his body meant to share the burden evenly.Selena's light brightened. Mara pressed cloth soaked in bitter herbs against the wound. So

Rejected by the alpha — chapter 24

Cassian was propped against a pile of pillows when Adrian came in, his skin still pale, a bandage wrapped thick across his chest. His eyes found him the moment he stepped through the door, and the tightness in his face melted into relief."You are still here," he said."I told you I would not go where you could not smell me." Adrian sat carefully on the edge of the bed, not quite touching him. "How do you feel?""Like I fell off a cliff onto a pile of rocks and then the rocks caught fire." He tried to smile. It cost him. "Alive. Because of you. Selena told me what you did in the yard.""I did what anyone would do.""No," he said. "You did what only you could do. You changed into a shape out of an old story, and you carried the whole battle on your back, and you dragged me back from wherever I had gone." His hand found Adrian's on the blanket. "I remember pieces. Fire. Your voice. I remember telling you certain words, though they are blurred, like a dream I cannot quite hold."Adrian's

I Got Fucked Open by My Quiet Designer - 1

The first time Adrian Reeves noticed Cassian Nyx properly, it was raining.They were standing in the unfinished living room of the riverside residence, blueprints spread across a temporary table. The power had flickered twice already. Outside, the river looked grey and restless. Cassian stood with his hands in the pockets of his black coat, eyes moving slowly over the space as if he could already see the finished house inside his head. He rarely spoke unless he had something precise to say. When he did speak, his voice was low and even, the kind of voice that made people lean in without realising.Adrian had worked with difficult clients and quiet professionals before. Cassian was different. There was a stillness to him that felt intentional, almost deliberate. He never rushed. He never filled silence just to make it comfortable. And every time Adrian looked up from the plans, he found Cassian already watching him.It started small.Cassian would arrive ten minutes early to site meeti

I Got Fucked Open by My Quiet Designer - 2

Cassian’s penthouse sat high above the city, all dark wood and glass and quiet luxury. The moment the door closed behind them, the last of Cassian’s restraint seemed to thin.He pressed Adrian back against the door and kissed him again — deeper this time, hungrier. One hand braced beside Adrian’s head while the other slid under his shirt, warm palm dragging slowly up the side of his body. Adrian arched into the touch without thinking. Cassian made a low sound of approval against his mouth and kissed him harder.They moved through the dark apartment without turning on many lights. City glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in soft silver. By the time they reached the bedroom, Adrian’s shirt was already half-unbuttoned. Cassian finished the job slowly, pushing the fabric off his shoulders and letting it fall. He paused then, eyes moving over Adrian’s bare chest with open, focused want.“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, almost like he hadn’t meant to

My Stepbrother Fucked Me Until I Couldn’t Walk - 1

Cassian was already living in the house when Adrian’s mother married his father.Three years older. Taller. Quieter. Always watching.They shared a wall.Adrian could hear him at night — the low sound of Cassian’s breathing, the occasional creak of his bed. Sometimes Adrian would press his ear to the wall and stroke himself thinking about those sounds, biting his lip so he wouldn’t moan too loud.It started the summer Adrian turned twenty.Their parents left for two weeks.The house became too quiet. Too hot. Too full of Cassian.The first night Adrian walked out of the shower with only a towel around his waist. Cassian was in the kitchen, shirtless, drinking water. His eyes dragged slowly down Adrian’s wet chest, over the trail of hair disappearing under the towel, then back up. He didn’t look away.“You’re staring,” Adrian said, voice already rough.Cassian set the glass down.“You’ve been listening to me through the wall for months.”Adrian’s face burned.Cassian stepped closer. Cr

My Stepbrother Fucked Me Until I Couldn’t Walk - 2

Adrian could only moan, broken and high. Every thrust punched the air out of him. Cassian angled his hips and started dragging over his prostate deliberately. Adrian’s legs shook. His cock slapped against his stomach, untouched, dripping steadily onto the shower floor.Cassian noticed.He reached around, wrapped his fist around Adrian’s cock, and stroked him in time with his thrusts — tight, almost too tight. “You’re going to come like this. With your stepbrother’s dick buried in your ass and my hand on your throat. Understand?”Adrian nodded frantically.Cassian fucked him through the orgasm, never slowing, even when Adrian clenched and cried out and spilled over his fingers. He kept going until Adrian was oversensitive and whimpering, then pulled out, spun him back around, and shoved him to his knees.“Open.”Adrian opened his mouth. Cassian pushed in deep, holding the back of his head, and fucked his throat until tears ran down Adrian’s face and spit dripped onto his chest. When Ca

Cassian used me like a toy - 1

Adrian’s apartment flooded on a Tuesday.By Wednesday evening he was standing in front of Cassian’s door with a duffel bag and nowhere else to go. They weren’t friends. They had mutual acquaintances, had been at the same parties a few times, and once shared a long, silent Uber ride home. That was the extent of it. When Adrian texted asking if he could crash for a few days, he expected a polite refusal. Instead Cassian simply replied with his address and the door code.The apartment was large, expensive, and quiet. Dark wood floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A kitchen that looked like it was rarely used. Cassian opened the door wearing black sweatpants and a plain grey T-shirt. He looked Adrian up and down once, then stepped aside.“Guest room is down the hall,” he said. “Bathroom’s attached. Don’t touch my things.”Adrian nodded, muttered a thank you, and carried his bag inside. He was exhausted, still smelling faintly of damp carpet and dirty water. He showered quickly, changed into

Cassian used me like a toy - 2

Cassian woke him before sunrise.Adrian felt the bed shift, then the blunt pressure of a thick cock already pushing between his cheeks. He was still loose and sticky from the night before. Cassian didn’t bother with more lube. He just spat once into his palm, smeared it over the head, and forced himself inside in one long, steady thrust.Adrian’s back arched. A broken sound tore out of his throat.Cassian’s hand clamped over his mouth.“Quiet,” he muttered against the back of Adrian’s neck. “It’s early. Take it.”He fucked him like that — deep, unrelenting, chest pressed to Adrian’s back — while the sky outside the windows slowly lightened. Every stroke dragged over Adrian’s prostate. His cock was trapped against the sheets, hard and leaking, rubbing with every movement. Cassian reached down, wrapped a fist around it, and stroked in short, tight pulls timed to his hips.“You’re already dripping,” Cassian said, voice rough with sleep. “Filthy little roommate. I barely have to touch you

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