Possessive Boy Novels & Stories

Three years later... A boy seemed to be sitting arrogantly on the sofa in his room, his sharp eyes as if he was skinning a waiter who was cleaning up spilled food that accidentally fell because his foot tripped on the expensive carpet he was currently standing on. "You make my appetite disappear!" protested the handsome boy, his face was very handsome and adorable like a child his age, but not with his attitude. If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Kalmin smiled darkly. "I'm your alpha," he said, his voice ringing with authority that left no room for doubt. He could feel the boy’s uncertainty ripple through him like a shiver in the air. Without warning, Kalmin grabbed the boy by the collar, yanking him close. His eyes glinted with icy fury as he hissed, his hand moving instead to the boys throat. "Unless you want to challenge me." The boy’s bravado faltered, his milky brown eyes wide with terror. “I—I didn’t know,” he stammered.

Tamara, you weren't sad at all—just confused and upset! "The moment you permitted me to kiss your lips, your neck, your nipples, and every inch of your skin was the moment you let me drive my body against yours. It's not so unlikely that you'll run into me wherever you go, especially when you're with that boy, because you were already sealed as mine. I can't stand it when my girl is all over other guys. You should know that, my lady!” he stated possessively and then he finally freed me. I had hardly moved since his words had not registered with me, but once they did, I said nothing more and left without a fuss.

The teenage boy is a Gamma wolf and as such, a member capable of bringing actual contributions to the pack. After all these years, I am of course used to the unkind words and disregard of the pack. I’m not completely immune to them, but at least they no longer stab me as badly. Thus, in truth, it is not the boy’s words themselves that hurt right now. It is something else. Or rather, someone else.

“That doesn’t look like someone who doesn’t need anything.” He finally looked at her then. Not with anger or being defensive... just tired. “You don’t get it,” he muttered. “Then make me get it,” she replied. His throat worked slightly, like he was swallowing something heavier than pride. “They always leave,” he said, almost to himself. “Or they choose someone else. Or they decide I’m too much," he continued, the words didn’t sound like a Capo. They sounded like a boy. A little boy who had been deprived of love, of care, of the warmth that should have been his, and who had learned too early to fight the world alone. Calla’s chest tightened.

“You're evil.” “You love it.”He pulled my shorts up over the toy and slapped my ass hard. I yelped, the feeling almost too much. “Fuck…” He grabbed my chin. Made me look at him. “Go be my good boy,” he said, the possessiveness in his voice clear. “Keep that toy in all day. Don't you dare take it out. Think about me every time it buzzes. Think about how I'm gonna fuck you senseless when you get home.”

"He just put it on you to mark you. But he never intended to take it off." "He loved me," I said. "He possessed you," the boy corrected. "And now I possess you." He pushed me backward. I stumbled and fell onto the bed. The mattress was soft, too soft. It felt like quicksand. The boy stood at the foot of the bed. He began to unbutton his coat. "What are you doing?" I asked, crawling backward until I hit the headboard. "I am claiming my inheritance," he said. He dropped the coat. He was naked underneath.

Then the blonde boy sighs in defeat. "Alright alright," he lift his hands in surrender, "You can stay. But don't fucking ever repeat what you've seen here tonight. Because i promise you that things won't end well," he voice lowers in a threatening tone, but his threat doesn't scare me not one bit. I can't believe I'm not cowering away right now. I keep surprising myself. If it was a few minutes ago, while i was sitting around like a lost duck and he said those things to me, I probably would've melted in my seat then and there. But know, my worries and troubling thoughts have vanished, well, for the most part.

"Because if I knew, I wouldn’t be able to help myself from finding them and making it really clear who you actually belong to." His voice dropped to a teasing tone, but the edge sent a shiver down my spine. "Doesn’t matter how I’d do it. I’d figure it out." I stared at him, wide-eyed, heat flooding my cheeks. Frank, my sweet, golden-boy Frank...sounding possessive in a way I’d never heard before. It was both thrilling and terrifying. He stood up slowly, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. "And about seeing other people during this break?"

he said, his tone possessive. I nodded my head while my focus was still on making the house with the sand. "Are you even listening to what I am saying?" The boy asked. "Yes, Enzo, I am all yours," I said innocently. "See, I have made a house for us," I said, trying to divert his attention. "We will stay in it together." But Enzo had bigger plans. "No, Rose, I have a very big and beautiful house," he boasted, puffing out his chest. "We will live there, and I will not let you go anywhere away from me."