The alpha's forbidden desire
Or maybe it was just love filtered through every crooked, possessive edge of himself, the only kind of love Mathew Volkov had ever really known how to give.
He thought of what Silius had told Rile that same evening, words Mathew had never heard and never would, the quiet hope that his son might grow up to love without obsession, without possessiveness, without the particular ache that came from loving someone who held on too tightly. Mathew didn't know those words. But some instinctive, uneasy part of him understood their shape anyway, understood that whatever he was doing right now, sitting alone with his brother's file locked away in a drawer, was exactly the kind of love Silius had been p
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