All Chapters of THE OBSESSIVE ALPHA'S FAKE MATE (M×M): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MARLOWEA cold chill broke over my temples as my feet dragged over the floors of Havenmoon Academy—a prestigious institution built exclusively for high-ranking wolves, Alpha heirs, Pack Council elders' rich, spoiled brats… and finally, a wolfless, packless scholarship case like me.I clutched the acceptance letter in my hands close to my chest, a small smile stretching across my lips. I had never belonged here. I kept my head down, ate my lunch alone in the team locker rooms, and avoided their territory completely. I wasn't invited to their pack parties. A charity case with a faint scent like me had no reason to be seen with the apex predators of the school.But for once, I'd won. I had completely crushed the academy’s Academic and Athletic Assessment—the ultimate gauntlet to determine who would represent our school on the national stage. I had topped the leaderboard, taking first place. For a rogue-born scholarship student, it was a massive deal.I halted, my ears perking up as my en

MARLOWEThe pounding behind my eyelids was brutal. I sat on the edge of the twin bed in the academy cabin, pressing the heels of my palms into my temples as my head was spinning—a pathetic reminder that rogue-born wolves with weak, dormant genes couldn't process cheap alcohol the way high-ranking packs did.But it wasn’t just the hangover making me sick. It was the memory of last night.The image of Asher was practically burned into my eyes. He had looked completely unhinged, like a predator that had finally snapped his leash. When he threw Zane through that table, staring at me like he wanted to swallow me whole. The raw, suffocating possessiveness radiating off him had made my skin prickle with an unwanted, terrifying heat. It scared the absolute shit out of me. I was a packless nobody, a scholarship case who survived by staying invisible. Being the hyper-fixation of a psychotic, delusional Alpha heir was a death sentence.A sharp, violent knock rattled the door of my cabin room, sh

ASHERThe bulletproof door of the royal car slammed shut, locking the underground garage's echoing noise out completely. The tinted privacy glass rolled up with a low, mechanical hiss, sealing the back cabin into pitch-black isolation.My brain was completely fried. Blood pounded behind my eyeballs like a sledgehammer, my abdomen violently cramping as my inner wolf clawed at my guts from the inside out. My skin felt like it was on fire, an absolute psychotic breakout ripping through my system. The humiliation, my mother's slaps, the scent of Marlowe standing over her… it was driving my beast entirely feral.I couldn't breathe. A low, wet growl ripped from my throat as I threw myself across the leather seat, my massive frame slamming Marlowe back into the door panel.I pinned his wrists above his head, my heavy chest heaving against his as I caged him in. My eyes burned a blinding, supernatural gold in the dark."What the fuck was that?!" I roared, my voice completely distorted, vibra

ASHERI woke up cold on the floor outside Marlowe’s locked bedroom door.My joints were stiff as iron, my back aching like a motherfucker, trousers were ruined, stiff with dried blood and pre-cum around my hips where my bare dick had leaked all night long.Last night, I pinned him to the table, bit his fucking neck, drew blood, and licked him clean like a sick, psychotic animal. I acted like the exact rabid, abusive Alpha monster my mother raised. And the worst part? My knot had been throbbing the entire night, begging to drive straight into him and fill him until he choked on my scent. I was a pathetic, rut-brained mess.Right on cue the deadbolt inside the door pushed open.Marlowe stepped out wearing a fresh grey hoodie. He had the hood pulled back on purpose, completely exposing the violent, deep purple knot-claim bite I’d carved into his neck last night. Four deep, jagged puncture marks from my Alpha canines were scabbed over in dark crimson blood, surrounded by a swollen, bru

MARLOWEThe Blue Stone pack mixer reeked of stale liquor, female heat-suppressants, and pure Alpha filth.I stood in the second-floor VIP glass booth, holding a crystal glass of bourbon I had no intention of drinking, leaning my back against the cold glass pane while the heavy bass below rattled the glass straight through my spine.I knew my rabid, psychotic brute was down there. I knew his inner wolf was starving, bleeding, dragging his royal Alpha pride straight through the dirt because he couldn't keep his filthy, rut-brained eyes off me for five fucking minutes.Through the dark glass, my eyes cut straight toward the edge of the estate driveway, right to his car sitting under the dead oak trees. The engine was dead, the windows cracked open just enough for his suffocating Alpha scent-glands to flare, and two glowing, golden eyes burned out of the shadows like a rabid beast locked inside an iron cage.He was watching me, choking on his unspent rut, watching every single breath I t